Cloned & Enforced

Life! Fragments and parts All clues of your cheap life Sampled, indentified Your world will end, we’re starting the strife Ref 2x: Stealing your life, there’s none place we miss You’re our target to seize… Stealing your soul, you are to disappear You’d worry or fear… Stealing your mind, it’s worse than infection Copied ressurection… Stealing your life, you can’t face your fall That’s sure for you all… Ressurrection… Or life stealth?

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Cut, slit, rip, slash, cell industry’s art Nanopuncturing the ovum ‘n‘ fluttering bioshards Canning the life into the vials and sterilized flasks Penetrating all vital germs, a human copy unmasked Tissue matrix soilure, a non-orgasmic way Constructing an aprosopus, next sixth day Nanopunctures, yes! Punctures, nanopuncture future… Puncture, nanopunctures…

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Let’s cultivate! New life! Life! Life! Life! Life! Duplicates hatchery Products with no face With crystal veins visible With minds still empty, still legible Blood breeding technology Here’s flesh to cultivate Unformatted mien Unused memory, soullessly clean Same faces in line… It’s the end of your times…

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Shape dancers of faces, so sick transformation As DNA imprints are precisely applied to make new life Shapeshifting process, fingerprints and retinae Original or copy, impossible identification New flesh, unidentified It’s you or not, high technology pride. Fingerprints are carved, process of maturation Structure modified, sapiens code translation New flesh to rise, unidentified It’s you or not, high technology pride. Shifting of shapes… Shifting the shapes, unidentification Shifting the shapes, a new population…

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Reaching the level of the most useless lives Clones are stealing everything making sense for us Dividing the relationships, dividing the world Reprobated Originals, scuttling from clones mankind horde It is not a dream We are less than a zero We are lower than under ground Reaching new level subzero ground, subzero ground Living is a fucking nightmare with clones behind you There’s no such one who can discern between lie and truth Murders or the terminations, it’s our daily feed Our world was overruled with hatred of clones breed Desintegration of refusing throng All you ever knew melts in chaos of drones Ground subzero, all relatives I desiderate Ground subzero, hate I feel, it suffocates Reincarnation of our worst dreams Sunset of humans, end is near it seems Derelicts I meet each day in debris of their fate Eyes empty, with no future, I feel despair too late

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

There is no chance, to keep your life in safe Nobody is trying, everyone looses his chance Slaughtering the originals, like night of fucking long knives Nobody will see you’re dead, kill the originals You’re at your end, genes showdown starts Kill all originals, there’s no use for them Kill all originals, ‘cause now we are the same Same proteins structure, the difference is gone Seek and destroy your alter ego, atomize each exon Clones are at top… Ref 2x: Artificial replications, humanity to sweep away Homicide indexed, their blood is too cheap this day Kill the original, hard part to do Kill the original, kill your original too…

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

In depth of of our souls We found just one place Expelled and almost hunted down Gathered in forgotten space An earthly hell catacombs, bunker or a slum? It’s tragic, a gathering of godforsaken scum… Paradise of malice, filth, sickness and doom How to change our destiny, living in this tomb? Tragic gathering Brotherhood of desperation Safe or fucking not? Unanswerable question… Tragic, ill-logic Tragic gathering…

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Perverted gleams of waning Moon Cut mystic motives in bleeding clouds out Beauty of laces is crushed into dust of phoenixes Clinging to inspirating shapes of snow flakes There’s no sky... Blid Light There’s no love... Blind Light Masquerade of dying stars’sorrow In chapped bark of winter trees in zenith It’s mere play in the edge between worlds only Worlds, which are diffused into stones of eternal megaliths There’s no love... Blind Light There’s no rules... Blind Light Silent whispers of silver blind light’s beams In our parched skulls awake sonic implosions Of desperate soft hate of broken human race Kneeling in ominous sands of ruinous Time

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Stop the feeble moaning, it’s time to raise our heads Reluct against terror, nation of expelled deads Fight might be right, right will be our fight Freedom is our light, fight might be right. Now it has to come… fight might be right Our past lives are gone… fight must be right Living on the edge of poor „to be or not“ If aren‘t you ready, shook your head else nod Fight might be right, right will be our fight We live out of sight, fight must be right.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Wasted, we’re wasted… segregation An earthquake plan… mind drillers formation Who believe that? Revolting waste? Fuck this hoax… Who cares about? We erased them… Who provokes? Form the line. Prepare to fight. Let’s go, folks! Who believe that? Revolting waste? Fuck this hoax… Wasted, we’re wasted… segregation An earthquake plan… mind drillers formation Don’t believe this fake, it’s our new world There’s none who can turn it back, turn it back An army of wasted, under ground Life level subzero, now unbound Go! It is a malicious fake…

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

A privileged section, a new among the clones None of us is secure, they can steal who they want Face of mine, face of you, faster than light reflection Masters of espionage and annoying desinformation I‘ll kill you and you‘ll kill me, but there’s no guarantee If it’s lie or if it’s true, horrendous ability D‘you have a scratch? Well, I’m gonna devitalize you Trust is a relic and mistake should be fatal too.. CyClones assault… perpetual imbroglio A lethal chaos… hard times to undergo… Horrendous ability… CyClones Don’t trust me… even I am not so sure Fake and versatility… CyClones I can’t trust you… Or are you sure?

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Strange deformity of life In threads of unearthly elements I am flickering being of emptiness In gaseous extract of existence Ionized... so far Stabilized... so close My misty body slowly drops off As amorphous time elapses here In that inert glasstubular world From where I can´t escape or disappear Atomized... impure Vaporized... exposed Ionized... so far Stabilized... so close

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Mental squad, human computers Trained well and forged Psionic power turned to weapon Brain waves make clones‘ minds disgorged Bleeding ears and eyes bursting Palatal tissues are non-reversibly grilled Into black bleeding detrital mash You loosers, you gonna be mind drilled! Let’s kill at will! Mind drillers, elite troops Free of emotions, free of all Chain reaction goes in loops Let’s drill! Strike back! Just close your eyes. And imagine… Strike back again! With ferocity… Like machine… Just let’s fucking drill! Drill! Mind! Drill!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Kill your fucking copy, enforce your fucking clone It’s not his perfect flesh or his precise unique bones Crush your hated mirror trying to steal your face Erradicate them, that earthly life‘s disgrace Let’s enforce the clones Their blood is not yours Deriding the God, raped Nature base Sodomized human race… Kill your fucking copy now Final slaughter started, you’re not alone Scatter cloned bodies, go! Show no fucking mercy, their blood will turn to waste An artificial cancer, eliminate all these deadly cells Keopaa will lead our steps through warped genetic hell Survive… or not survive Originals must be safe Victory… or low life Mastermind by your chafe Kill your fucking copy, enforce your fucking clone It’s not his perfect flesh or his precise unique bones Crush your hated mirror trying to steal your face Erradicate them, that earthly life‘s disgrace

Clone casualties? None of clones will count the dead. Human casualties? Reaper has his hands strained, dread… But who am I? I didn’t meet my copy… even kill I doubt about my originality I feel like foreigner… thoughts so ill Epoch of clones now ends, tabooed, banned New day dawn soon will come, trying to understand why… Day of the victory, our mankind is safe But I think I am one, a clone, my death’s postponed Final deletion… I survived my deletion. But who am I? I didn’t meet my copy I doubt about my originality I feel like foreigner… thoughts so ill A cyclic end, history to flush There’s one left to decimate A cyclic end, my future is unknown To join normal life, I have to procreate

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025