Equal in Death

[Rik] Flash of arachnid in dream wracked night Bite on arm and hand in suck glut delight Horror is close, now as she pumps into veins Terror struck as the pain hits again Blackness of fear Spinning, unclear Nauseous tendrils flick up inside In sickness and wretching pain Sweating, bad dreams crawling mind of fear Crying, shrieking, close, near Caverns of feelings hiss with still air Waiting innocence... in there Rank evil stirring A terror lurking Mortally afraid of darkness Unknown depths their inside Creeping fear Evil near Crawling fear Creeping fear Mouth erupts in a livid howl of hatred and dismay Furry legs scamper from nostrils torn astray Biting at the living corpse, the spiders start to feast Twitching, as all nerves give way The victim long deceased In the spider’s lair the eggs are cracked Darkest evil nightmare, ready the attack Flash of arachnid in dream wracked night Bite on arm and hand in suck glut delight Kidneys rip apart crawling from within Thousands of bodies, eternal exodus begin Rippling belly, rectum spews blood Small forms hungry, a living flood... Rank evil stirring A terror lurking Mortally afraid of darkness Unknown depths their inside Creeping fear Evil near Crawling fear Creeping fear Anal tract spews its load of bloody carnivores Rending with mandibles, chomping flesh and gore The still warm host is gnawed away Spiders run to seek new prey Pattering on stone... They’re gone!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

[Fin] Mesmerized by stars in skies Clerics in their false disguise Bishops and priests call you to pray Force in fear you obey Ordained by the rites of man Lacquered in the awesomeness of thee Succumbed to all by ill faith The reasons belong to me... Indulgence in this sickened farce The church laughs and mocks Orthodox they ways of the people Scrutinize the flock Bible preached with vomitous tongue Putrid deception lies within Confessions on this sylilic An aurical relevance to skin The entombment of your devious ways They’ll chastise, let’s begin A dictionary of exalted beads Unsurpassed in their exoneration Condemned to a sacred life Conquest of the obligatory damnation Drafts of doom exaggerate the lies Prepare my son for termination Ordained by the rites of man Lacquered in the awesomeness of thee Succumbed to all by ill faith The reasons belong to me... Sacrosanct with intrinsic lust Soon to be quenched in the fire Ignorant of sound or rational thought Blind to selfish desire Catacombed with the lust to please You stand alone robbed of dignity Resentment befalls you as you roam Again a beggar in the city Ordained by the rites of man Lacquered in the awesomeness of thee Succumbed to all by ill faith The reasons belong to me... A dictionary of exalted beads Unsurpassed in their exoneration Condemned to a sacred life Conquest of the obligatory damnation Drafts of doom exaggerate the lies Prepare my son for termination

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

[Derech] Where is the evil on the day we rejoice? November the fifth, we all hear his voice A whispered voice that his plan was complete The house of hell burnt to their feet Burn him bonfires Sat him on flames Guy Fawkes alive Immortalized The taste of the air phosphoric thrill The spills of ejecta, lavic and bright The works of fire made with a skill Explosions of violence to mettle the night We keep him alive, why do we care? We’ll low the government into the air Martyred, Guy Fawkes alive, immortalized He dies again Burn him bonfires Sat him on flames Guy Fawkes alive Immortalized We keep him alive, why do we care? We’ll low the government into the air Martyred, Guy Fawkes alive, immortalized He dies again A clap of fire-burst and gunpowder smells The flame of excitement in veins that swell The blood of rebellion, the devil may care To honour the faithful with valour to dare Burn him bonfires Sat him on flames Guy Fawkes alive Immortalized Guy Fawkes on thorns, hopes for the day When someone of courage fulfills his dreams To rid us of this torment, blaster cremate A church of hate this house has been We keep him alive, why do we care? We’ll low the government into the air Martyred, Guy Fawkes alive, immortalized He dies again

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

[Fin] Nothing moves in the forest, darkened shadows In overgrown fields a corpse hangs on the gallows The Necromancer ponders and apprentice in death An evil spell to revive his youthful breath Summoning demons to assist him in his goal No thoughts for consequence No, he has lost his soul Observed from the void... High in his castle alone in the night Shadows the sun, alone in his might Fragments of mind, in death he seeks to live Demons he asks their secrets to give Die, die, he cannot die Defying death with a cast of a spell Die, die, refusing to die Necromancer, alone with his hell Seeking flesh, sacrifice his wraith, lust rituals always wants more Abused and lifeless, bodies lay tortured and drained on the floor Necrosanct wars observed from the void Always battle and gore, as field run blood How evil the cause? Shall he make his claim? To be fighting again, but his life hangs on a thread blood red Summoning demons to assist him in his goal No thoughts for consequence No, he has lost his soul Hoards fill the citadel from the villages around Swords held by ghouls brings the stragglers down Death is n haven for the villagers now As the evil necromancer raises them from the ground Homes are ablaze as the war-dancing ghouls Rant and rave at the soldiers on the city walls Swearing their vengeance, glaring with glee Grinning at the living, the hated enemy In the city within its walls armed with weapons an men To the gods they pray, a miracle to send Observed from the void No sanctuary, walls crumble like dust Against the head, weapons are rust In the city is slaughter, no mercy shown Blood red mist, a king overthrown Death delights death as day turns to night Thousands die, always alone One man´s might Observed from the void High in his castle alone in the night Shadows the sun, alone in his might Fragments of mind, in death he seeks to live Demons he asks their secrets to give Die, die, he cannot die Defying death with a cast of a spell Die, die, refusing to die Necromancer, alone with his hell Die, die, he cannot die Defying death with a cast of a spell Die, die, refusing to die Necromancer, alone with his hell

[Derech] Reflected in the doorway in front of him Maeldun saw Leucosia’s form change and warp Saw her hunch down as her legs and arms seemed drawn into her Her features shifted and sharpened and as he turned around the creature That had been Leucosia, rose up on huge leathery wings That almost completely filled the room... Staggering back! Catching a glimpse of the siren fiend Crow goddess of death Leathery wings now striking his arms Send him crashing and sliding polished stone Flames of the candles tugged to her wings And died as Maeldun tried to escape Her pointed break, struck the stones Her claws crackling, scratching in his wake How strong was the siren’s night sight? He edged himself along the wall In absolute darkness, in panic and fear His fingers touched the fat tube of candle Air parted as claws struck a hand span from his ear He twisted beneath the siren’s wing her gaping mouth so near Claws struck in insensate fury As Maeldun knifed the wax It sank into soft foul smelling plumage The creature screamed in attack He threw himself upon her back One hand digging into matted fur His other drawing back her head But the wings clapped above him A blur Maeldun stunned, slipped off her back A handful of heartbeats whirl around Then conscious again he saw her stamping Hooked talons pinning him down Maeldun wondered why he could see And a womanish cry echoed in pain He caught the stench of burning plumage Of scorching flesh, the curling of flames Leucosia reared as Maeldun thrust up Toppling her off him, thanking his luck Her huge wings bent but her flailing claws Caught him across the chest as he swung He staggered back against the wall Fire and ice in his lungs It was then that he saw the hole in the roof And he painfully climbed from the cavern uncouth He looked at the siren Blindingly crashing around the room Demon – trashing wings Only serving now to fan the flames Drawing them in and onto herself The pain in his ribs made him want to be sick A Leucosia lumbered past Spots of colour danced in his eyes And he clawed his way up in gasps Leucosia turned towards the sound And began again to transform Maeldun paused at the top and looked down But all he could see was wild crackling flame Again Leucosia in human form Retaining her leathery wings Pursues her prey and the flame wreathed around her Like serpents, like tongues, flickering

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

[Fin] Destiny wields its foreboding hand Agonizing lobotomy of death Assumed consequence of impending doom Phlegm drowned lungs gasp for breath Rambling tongue of wisened man Prepare your time of judgement Monoliths of your momentous past Indiscriminate persecution Awaiting death’s moment Awaiting to die Immersed in void Caress oblivion Equal in death Perplexing mist Nostalgic dreams Sense distort Equal in death Anxious cries in blood laced throat Arteries bulge as the venom begins to flow Organs collapse with spasms of rot Idiosyncratic mumblings pain not known Incurable disease sweeps the body Twitching convulsions dripping pus and gore Unreasoning pain of callous possession Clutch your writhing body upon the floor Preconceptions Acquiesance achieved Inclinations collide Equal in death Death succumbed to all Experience fading away Equal in death Unleashed boundaries of mortal man Analyzing thoughts of an irrational mind Chosen time is come, philistine die Your fate predestined, await the time Functioned fatalities quickly crumble Indecipherable stammerings yield to life Physicians ponder of your condition Little hope as from your stealth You draw your knife Equal in death!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

[Derech] A darkened corner of the yard hides an old yew tree Her tapping roots bugle and writhe the earth contorts in agony A vault revealed of blackened stone of aching limbs and ancient bone The immortal vigilante rises from the tomb of purgatory The vigilante with shield of fire Wields a battle axe honed from bone His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more He carries zealously a casket of God, ebony and pearl A maiden girl with innocent hands delicately carved the burl If he wills his time and place the pain has ripped him raw But ever a grimace of wandering eye will benefit his foe The urn held the hearts of three soldiers bold One a centurion, one a barbarian, the last a private, a hero untold The hearts were taken in glorious celebration in victorious combat thrones The very soul of vital fire entrapped in blood enthroned The vigilante with shield of fire Wields a battle axe honed from bone His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more As centuries mocked the cage of time, man fell below His creation destroyed the world, memories of long ago Flood with a vengeance for this mother’s death He dare not let go... A mighty cluster of metallic luster crowns his head of bone His arms enhance the strength of kings His skin resembles tattered clothes And yet he marches ever on in silence and alone Never turning, ever dying, scarcely even known The vigilante with shield of fire Wields a battle axe honed from bone His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more He gained the keys to open the city, seven set upon a stone The first, the fifth, the third dripped blood, the rest in runic code The lords of chaos gave him these In concealed crypts of pallid glow Empowered the vigilante’s task his mother Temperance wails and moans If he wills his time and place the pain has ripped him raw But ever a grimace of wandering eye will benefit his foe The vigilante with shield of fire Wields a battle axe honed from bone His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more The vigilante with shield of fire Wields a battle axe honed from bone His morbid battle shall be won and was shall be no more

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

[Fin] Equanimately shattered as limbs rot and swell Strength falsified by spasms of pain Nucleoid form, you envisage your disconsolance Embalmed in laminate as tumours consume your brain Catastrophe unleashed feeding of the slain for sustenance Plague dissects the living tyranny quelled under dominance Intoxicating, evisceration, decomposed limbs lying everywhere Lingering decay undisturbed, stench defecated the nostrils and air Populace cling to existence Limbs fester like rust Mutilated corpses decay Tissue dispensed like rust Invisible ethereal beings plot the fall of humanity Unforeseen the onslaught, famine, disease and insanity Engulfed in the Realm of Nurgle, to fester and rot for eternity Prominent malfunctions oozed and separated for centuries Non-coherent masses, their weapons primitive tools Their language defunct, their speech of gibbering fools Emotions compelled to kill, fanatical obsessive chores Pre-apocalyptic victims, a mass of unhealing sores Invisible ethereal beings plot the fall of humanity Unforeseen the onslaught, famine, disease and insanity Conjugal bond on unclean beasts Dance of decay, insipid feast Father Nurgle points his necrotic hand Viscid fluid secreted on his land Demanding amulets of mouldered flesh, a fell awesome Uncouth vengeful friction of eternity normally drenched in truth Bipedal bodies abort fetid limbs his skin Nero’s digested Internal organs so nourishing unclean one now rested Horrific manifestations, their appearance taking shape Earth spews chaotic mutants, dismemberment with hate Lying dormant for centuries Arise, our lord of flies Unforeseen the onslaught Legions that won’t die Effluence stains the land, usurper clutches domain Beguiled implicit hypocrisy, nurglings chomp his remains Pus encumbered tyrant, his domain now lies in ruins The monarch’s palace deserted food and gore lie rotting Plague dissects the living Wilting foliage upon the ground Malignant tumours within the earth Frenetic combustions abound Lying dormant for centuries Arise, our lord of plague Unforeseen the onslaught Congenital decay Deceased, unhealthy, sickly, morose With pestilence, virus infect your host Adulterate, corrupt, defiled and contaminate Exulterate and waste our lord of decay As fetid forests burn back to the cavern to jubilate Nurglings rummage in his flesh others quashed under his weight Plague bearers calculate the casualties oblivious to the carnage about Nurglings fondle their lord beats feats and shout Nurglings rummage in his flesh rotted a clotted cess Beast-men feed on their lord feeding off crud his ribcage a nest

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

[Rik] Alone in darkness, obsession to control Crackling of manuscripts, the ritual unfolds Presence of mind cannot be found inside Absorbing the cryptic messages predating mankind Necronomicon... Learning the secrets of primal ones, the watchers in the dark The incantations of summoning, of nightmares and discord Knowledge that should never be straining at the mind Cascading flow of conscience, sanity left behind Drawing out the talisman, under the glowing moon Mumbling thoughts of blasphemy, the power comes too soon Below in vaulted darkness, in anger and despair Shifting in its plasmic void, the watchers starts to stir... Magus adept, his power untold Calling darkness, the portal holds Under the earth, Pazuzu awaits For eldritch incants to open the gate Stoop not down therefore, unto the darkly splendid world Wherein continually with a faithless depth and Hades wrapped in clouds Delighting in unintelligible images, precipitous, winding A black, ever-rolling abyss, ever espousing body Unluminous formless void Moon falls behind the clouds, the time is yet at hand Scribblings read aloud in darkness, the wisened voice of mortal man Irreverence in the extreme, the carving of the stone Starts to grow in eerie light, the earth begins to groan A circle of light marks the gate, a crusted square of black Green spots of iridescence, dance across the forming cracks The Magus strikes the talisman, blue smoke engulfs his sight A croak of cataclysmic glee and blood lust rend the night... Demons unchecked rise within the circle of stones on the hill Pazuzu leads them into the world of men, so they can kill Reddened limbs and severed soul are hurled into the gate Feasting in the underworld wakes the horrors from time and space Man tormented, the great old ones arise New world established, eternal wails and cries Blind and idiot elder gods plot the world’s doom The Magus rocking madly, chained at Pazuzu’s throne Necronomicon... Necronomicon... Necronomicon...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?