Evolving Towards Extinction

I vomit for being born human I spit my disgust for all that is At an age where nothing pleases me And where joys are reduced to physiological needs Every night I fall asleep With the expectancy of never waking up Getting lost in oneiric eternity Avoiding he brutal return to ephemeral reality Happiness this degrading delusion Supreme insult to intelligence Leads us to naively marvel At the worst mundane silliness I'm moving with lucidity as my only light Through darkness of the masses of decerebrate And useless parasites Towards absolute nihilism Into the crystalline firmament of cold purity Complete destruction is the basis of purity To timelessly deny the world Leads to absolute wisdom Otherwise only hate and contempt remain My heart has changed to stone When I realized that anything we believed In as children Was actually lies destined to fill our Meaningless existence Of stinking carcass avid for vain and low pleasures The only way to recover from nihilism is to go Back to chaos Rejecting all we have learned More than killing ourselves It's going back to that unborn state to choose To never come to life

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Zombified workaholics labouring Turning this malediction into voluptuousness Satisfied with worthless achievements Soul-destroying and trivialising Making us impersonal Adopting life styles that we do not like Soldiers, slaves to consumer society Transformed into objects without a spirit In pursuit of temporal goods Moving away from the inaccessible eternity We are but frantic zombies Consumers of flesh in all its forms Satiating day after day our vile needs Repeating the same empty gestures In an unconscious funeral march I'm searching in vain for a metaphysical link Between our most repetitive acts Those marking the rhythm of our day And that certainty of nothingness Breaking through my insomnia We live in the shadow of death We're worshiping it behind derived imagery From crucifix to images of God From labour to our foolish amusements Without knowing that death is guiding us We're continuously running away from it Giving meaning to our lowest acts But suffering from all sorts of sickness There is a time at which one must die to remain worthy The fear of void in our hearts Afflicted souls refusing the inescapable nature of death We are aimlessly wandering With the sour taste of a meaningless life Into the anteroom of Nothingness Between the dying and the dead

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Emergence of life without law or chance Evolution turned towards empty complexity Creation of the insignificant from naught There must be an intelligent design! Absolute imperfection made man Our disgusts defining us more than our likes Creature that is not inclined to love But that rejoices with the disappearances of his fellow man And though doesn't give up procreating Perpetually organising the crime Creature coming from the mire Having mediocrity as single utopia Wars and concentration camps Undoubtedly the most completed of our works Have no equivalent in barbarity But our foolish and soul-destroying entertainments Love is but a malevolent excuse that leads us to fuck Reminding us our condition of hideous beasts Predators in search of easy preys Begging to be sacrificed on the altar of lust Devoting ourselves to the worst vices in a cascade Of debauchery Teenager intoxicated with sex, rapists Of offered virgins Woodlice copulating with sluts to give birth to Diabolic creatures Engendering new obscene torturers that will call To believe in humanity Dereliction only weapon of the thinkers And the lucides Annihilating everything it can heal and save us From the eternal curse fallen Unto the Ark's descendants After the madness of Noah desiring to perpetuate Such an absurdity Then yes, there must be an intelligent design But only the Devil can be the perpetrator Of such a malediction For created in his hideous image From birth to death humans have nothing good

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Facing the intangible immensity of the Universe That the most complex equations Emerged from the most erudite minds Have not even scratched Facing the intersidereal void of infinity Of which known celestial bodies constitute Only a small fraction of the mass And that our extinction would Not even undermine We are but insignificant creatures Dust particles in the gigantic wheels Of this magnificent celestial mechanics Before which we should kneel down As a sign of limitless admiration Every moment of our miserable existence But your ignorance has made You forget everything Your origins, your history, your mistakes Your eyes have been closed You no longer know how to contemplate Believing you were taming Nature In an infamous matricide You have placed yourself at the centre of Creation We are surrounded by wonders But nobody raises the eyes Light is in our minds, but you do not dare to see it For fear of enlightening Your false illusion of certainty You stand apart from your fellow men, seeing them As enemies to eliminate Ignorance, basis of all your fears Those leading to violence against others Has made you believe in lies for centuries And refuse evidence of reality Disease that has spread faster than plague Pandemic for which there is no cure but death

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Praise and glory to you, O mighty Lord of Negation From the skies above full of your supreme glory To the depths of hell where you sit Your kingdom of sickness and death come Your will be done here and everywhere Like God among woodlice Spread your supremacy Over the mass of perdition Enlighten the path obstructed with sleepwalkers And protect the faithful from human silliness Make the Earth tremble and tear Apart the skies Turn the deceptions of this world into bliss At your side Erase nostalgia from our hearts We accept your precious gift of darkness Come with your fire of destruction Your left hand commanding legions of demons Reduce this putrid world to ashes We no longer want such beings Detached from all cultures We are fed up with the world of ephemeral Delusions without value Come with the Reaper on your right hand Have no mercy upon infidels in agony Those whose moistened look is begging To spare them We rejoice of this apocalyptic vision Of lifeless bodies littering the ground like waste Save the faithful from annihilation Grant us your grace For it is your blood, the blood of discord Which flows within our veins And it is your name we speak in tongues Let us breathe your unholy breath Give us power to kill shamelessly To purify the universe of vermin Now and for ever, so made (may?) it be!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Disgust comes with the awareness of unhappiness Turning this life into an annex of Hell Universal disease for which there is no cure Without causality, we must accept it As a negative miracle For all human beings are deeply unhappy But blind, most of us cannot see this obviousness And nothing can stop us from bleeding In our delightful quest for absolute despair And even our superhuman disregards And our revulsions Our armour of disdain, the height of despair Are futile in face of the agony of existence That millennia of dogma have tried to erase We have forged God without and reserve of energy Anthropomorphic projection of our anemia Poor and puny picture without interest In which no-one could recognize himself For it is the Devil who resembles us Lord of war, intelligent and petty But arousing our disgust, men hate And repudiate him They recognize themselves in him too much To praise him No prayer is addressed to the Devil And he has no altar For worshiping him would be praising Ourselves introspectively He is the evidence and reality is not An object of worship But dressed in black, he is mourning Our lives and virtues The air of the creator's sin is unbreathable For despair and evil are everywhere in the heart of men Everything disgusts me, men, life, this world Everything disgusts me but the salutary death

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

The day I'll be totally indifferent To the human misery It will be time for me to put an end to my existence And I profess without emotion Human life has never been as empty as now I have enough of this world shaped by madness Of seeing throughout history the same mistakes From this pathetic species I'm realising myself To never come back through any form of life Time has come to ruse upon the mass of perdition Leaving this spermatic automata-infested world In order to integrate in rapture The divine constellation And to sit on the throne of the god of the gods, Mysteries and death Let us celebrate death And praise the loss I deny your sickening reality I want to recover from emptiness Ultimate metempsychosis Divine transmigration I deny your putrid reality I want to recover from life Lightbringer who will never return Prophet of modern times I leave you in misery and suffering You're too selfish to accept the absurdity of existence Dying is the first virtue And believing in humanity is an intellectual crime I bid you farewell humans in disgrace Without even holding my hand out to you

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Inspired by the will of death With hell in our hearts, insane and slaves We build and we crowd our cities Like Frantic automata would build their tombs We work for the devil and he will overcome us And if god exists, inevitably embittered Impotent facing our organised funeral marches He would envy our mortality The youngest believe in nothing Debauchery and illusion are their only attributes The elders are dying in absolute disinterest Going back to nothingness like they've come Our destiny is to breed always In order to perish innumerable For we need believers, soldiers, and consumers We're glorifying war, nuclear, madness, and death These are the new gods of the masses of sleepwalkers And we're sacrificing ourselves in crowd on their altars We're rising into the nothingness That fills our lives and will be our death Disaster is near, the forecasted apocalypse By dint of multiplying deserts by impoverishing our souls We will walk united towards darkness without Returning and will die Accompanied by our absurd gods and criminal values Only ruins of our daughters of chaos will remain Our edifices will become our cemeteries We have means to destroy ourselves a thousand times And it won't be differently Blinded by our religions promising an afterlife While only nothingness is opening its arms to us Let us accept the obviousness Eternal chaos is waiting for us It's too late to go backwards We're evolving towards our sublime extinction (Solo: Patrick)

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

A simple glance into the past and I suddenly realize In a maelstrom of bitterness and disgust That dreams enlightening my childhood Have been shattered like waves against the rocks Thus looking towards the future There is nothing but emptiness and decrepitude Of a life that fills with hate and frustrations At the rhythm of my painful heartbeats Contemplating the celestial sphere This great void surrounding us and making us cease To matter Reinforcing my conviction that god has forgotten Us In eternity of nothingness that our extinction Would not undermine (Solo: Stephane) (Lead: Stephane) I finally turn my eyes towards the most absolute Emptiness The one to which the noblest feelings are assigned Catalyzer of suffering, overwhelmed by debilitating Emotions That only dereliction can annihilate Focused on our miserable and dusty existence Insignificant while we're contemplating this world From the seat left vacant by god Long gone to cry the bereavement of his creation Nothing is immutable, nothing stays Sentenced to roam into the throes of time Enslaved by flesh, real infirmity of mind The need for a mean to annihilate ourselves remains Vertigo Above the void of existence That makes me lose my marks I can give no sense to this And need to end it all But it's my addiction to suffering That still keeps me alive

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Impure seeds have spread on the garden of Eden Malediction from the netherworld grown into human Forms Walking cadavers with no intrinsic value Spending our time consuming in the name of death No compassion in our sight Heart filled with the weakest feelings Brain case full of mire Controlling the lowest instincts With the need to procreate again Giving birth to hideous creatures And to destroy everything we touch In deadly indifference It is time to summon purification Communing with emptiness Let us gather in impenetrable darkness To celebrate the arrival of the great reaper Let us join hands in a funeral farandole For harvest time promises to be successful Behold the majestic death on its funeral chariot Raising its glittering blade above vermin Draped in darkness, its look empty and cold Death is descending onto earthly hell (Solo: Patrick) The scatterbrained woodlice swarming on their Tomb Rejecting evidence of the eternal void Embracing us Wanting to escape their inevitable fate This certainty that death will always overcome us Heads are severed with with unprecedented precision Impure blood is spilled on the ground The stinking carcasses are falling like waste In a blissful apocalyptic orgy These cadavers using to gesticulate like worms Are reduced to ashes by the fires of hell The earth is purified of human vermin We are but one with absolute emptiness

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

(Solo: Patrick) Blessed are the poor in spirit For they have but a low awareness of existing To gauge the depth of life leads to find nothingness Then let us place among those who don't look for Anything Who blind themselves to not disappear And the disgust with reality will become bearable Blessed are the deceased children For they will never know disillusion Of a life that is not worthy Of the promises of childhood Living in the moment they have died Innocent and ignorant Without projecting into useless dreams Devastated by labour and the presence of others Blessed are the stillborn For they haven't learnt anything The knowledge of this world leads To glimpse its vacuity And takes us away from chaos that was our cradle (Solo: Patrick) Let us deny the world of others Let us deny everything Let us kill ourselves and go back to chaos Birth is not the supreme good, I curse it! Let us flee from it to forget this scourge This evil behind us and not before That should cause grief For it has thrown us out of chaos We should have never left I detest this mortal shell that wastes away day by day All crippled from birth compared to excellence We are nothing and adorn ourselves with artifacts Becoming a void decorated with grotesque Profoundly thwarted, deceived by life for here This is no love, but a narcissistic desire of seduction There is no good but a cult of ephemeral beauty And no great dream that be realized (Solo: Patrick) I miss this moment before I was born Looking forward to returning to chaos

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025