Forget Arcadia

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Emperor’s army, noblemen and citizens Watching the death of the “traitors” Sentenced for the offence of majesty To feel the pain, death, and dishonour After weeks of bestial torture Their right hand is cut off with axe Then they’re beheaded by the sword Drawn and quartered Their entrails are eaten by beasts Heads, limbs, and torsos Exposed on the gallows For weeks and months Same time, another place Elite of noble society, hiring the rooms With the best view on the square of executions Having fun and feeling pleasure, starring how the Criminals are scourged, branded or hanged Decapitated, dislimbed or burnt on stake Torn by pincers, broken on wheel or quartered with horses according to list of deaths to satisfy the sick needs of human freaks

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Our world and everything we once knew Now lays reduced in the lines of trenches For months and years we lay down In the dust, mud and remains of sanity Remains rotting in fog hiding The Wargod breathing the poison The Wargod of smell of deadly gas Embracing those not dead yet Under the ruthless sun of summers In cramps of freezing chains of winters Swamped in mud made of blood and entrails Four years of insane roar storming the world Shrapnels, barbed wire and guns spitting lead Bayonets searching for the taste of human guts First time in history death comes even from the sky And rides on armored chariots of iron and fire Trenched, damned, not remembering For what we are on these deathfields We learn that not all human bones Remain anonymous as the war goes on And we, minced in the jaws of Deathgod Sick and tired we dream just of rescue Even for the price of rope for deserters Even in the price of meeting the firing squad

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Triumphant acts of justice dancing in odious smell of decay Law and order ornamented by gore, horror, and disgust in the times not long ago, milestones made of rotting remnants Since the dawn of our culture till so-called age of reason Take an excursion to the times When hanging was not punishment enough Smell the scent of butchered corpses Punished even after their death Learn to fear, learn to be shocked Embraced by disgust, tuned to puke Bodies of sentenced ones, caught, tortured and executed, then exposed to the public For public mockery, for public warning Caged corpses hanging from the city walls Served as table for the ravens And playground for the maggots Like those skeletons hanged in irons Gibbeted around the highways Rattling in the wind with bones singing the songs of shame and doom Exposed torsos with broken bones Gory end of victims skinned alive Wild hounds eating the entrails Of those drawn and quartered Hogs feeding on dislimbed trunks in the times of punishments, sometimes worse than crimes

Serving years as mercenary in emperor’s army Pleased himself in atrocities of 30-years war At last peace came at least for a while, goddamn Suddenly there was no job for such a wild man War teach him what to do to anyone Crossing his paths of evil, violence, and greed Returned home he had nothing to do for life Hardened in murder, pillage, robbery, and rape Melchior Hedloff No interest in normal life Melchior Hedloff Silesian shooting star Thus, he became a bestial murderer Roaming the woods of Silesia Armed with two muskets and saber Ambushing those crossing his forest 251 killed he claimed being tortured Germans, Poles, Jews, ten women among them One of women was pregnant, he cut her belly To eat the beating heart of unborn child Zbrodniarz Melchior Melchior der Mörder In February 1654 the town of Olesnica saw the shooter’s death His arms and breasts were skinned alive on four corners of the square He was dragged on ox skin to the pasture beyond the walls His arms and legs were broken by the wheel, and it wasn’t the end The executioner opened his chest and torn his heart alive Then the carcass of human beast was quartered with axe Four bloody pieces were gibbeted around the town To warn anyone trying to follow the shooter from hell Zbrodniarz Melchior Melchior der Mörder

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Liberty – Equality – Brotherhood New flash of reason drowned in blood Timber of justice, welcoming gateway to nothing Say farewell to your head in embrace of miss Louisette Harvester of pale rival heads Window to silencing emptiness Wooden arms, sharp steel blade Hail the priestess of modern death Speed of storm, reliability Say hello to nothingness Dream of painlessness And humanity in start Of the new age of industrial Killing of enormous capacity Stench of blood all over the square Three hundred heads in three days RévoLouison on its top Red theatres all over country Three years of bloody insanity And condemned’s last stand For the next two centuries

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Apocalypse now – industrial civilization Devouring and killing itself and us The victims of own arrogant weakness And illusion of being the rulers of Earth Sky turned murderous burns the scars Signs of cancer branded to our bodies Signs of damnation branded to our souls Washed in the seas of poisonous waste Erosion destroys the soils once lifegiving And millions of human insects are dying now Dying for hunger and overpopulation in filth Killing for anything to eat or copulate with Tombs of nuclear waste, ulcers on the body of Earth We are the matricides, main menu on her funeral feast Not apex predators, just swarming arrogant parasites Without chance to survive the laws of natural cleansing Then water, sun, and wind will decompose Silly decayed remains of our civilization To let them to be forgotten as part of the circle Of cycles of births and dying we know as the Universe

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

The wolf of iron, blood, and loneliness Fury incarnated in angry cry for help Born under mighty stars of Scorpio On the day of Horned One’s death Dying exhausted every day To be reborn on the next one Same way as One the of Horns Rises again under Solstice Moon Roaming the wastelands With fire burning in his heart Fighting all that is mean and weak With cynical grin on his lips Cursed with his eternal hunt For elusive shine of perfection He rides forward to unknown With smoking ruins in his soul For ideals never banned to him He despises all that’s too easy to have He fights the war of the only one To bleed again, like for the first time With only belief on the bottom of his brain That gives the power to every nerve cell That better than to serve in heaven Is to rule in the depths of his own hell Worshipper of phantasmagoria Looking back with pride and joy And with burden of memory That nothing here can destroy

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

1206, by the will of Eternal Blue Heaven The storm of death was born on the plains Of freezing winds, burning sun and ancient ghosts Tribes of Mongol united in Beast of millions claws Dragon of blood, fire, and death Spreads his wings all over eastern wastelands Ruthless army that world has never seen before Hundreds thousands of people, millions of horses Warriors hardy, skilled and extremely ruthless Stench of death coming even before them And only earth and water left where they put the eyes on Their enemies cry in the ruins of countries once glorious Khorezm, Samarkand, Persia, and Bukhara Weak slaves of Allah already met their Prophet Pyramids of heads of defeated Moslem soldiers Sons of steppes laughing in the burn of mosques 1241, by the will of Eternal Blue Heaven Wide Russian lands already bled to death Now the next proud Christians met their day to die Three streams of Inferno are attacking the West Bloodbath at Mohi, next one in Legnica The Holy Trinity is afraid of its throne Year of hell on Earth, even England lives in fear Only death of Great Khan saved these lands Deathriders Of Temür Tenger Etseg They came home never defeated here Deathriders Of Temür Tenger Etseg A lesson to prophets of “superiority”

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Words of sharp iron, spits of hot lead Cuts in bleeding bodies, smashed head Fear of your treachery screaming in flames Surviving for furious greed in deadly mess Pack of savage human beasts Diminishing piece by piece Deadly greed of human hydra With members dying day by day Grinding teeth praying Just for another day to damage Scabby hands shaking in spasms Around the weapons, rusted by slime Be rapists, be murderers the crown of scum Till the day you’ll know the colors of your entrails Be on the hunt together till only one lasts to be hunted The last one of those who belong to hell May wind shall shake your bones May birds prey upon your rottenness Be the picture on your airy grave Be the main menu on your funeral feast

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Fuck the dream, your world is heaven Heaven in blood, plague, death, fire, and torture? What a nice vision to follow…be cursed the god of the cross, creator of graveyards all over the world Be damned the one of dead desert crescent for spawning the demons of blindness and chains Be eaten by pigs with your weak jihad And these two sons spit at their father of banned name Be mocked, you lords of the pit — for your toys you didn’t destroy too well — dull gods brown and red I spit at Cripple god of race or class waiting for the punishment To be burked with human ashes they made by their hate Blaspheme the rape of mighty cosmic law Mock at the laws turning eagle into the hen Blaspheme the “holy war” of those of no freedom And punish those raping mighty heathen past There’s no heaven There’s just sky with throning stars of universe, not with the pits for your filthy lies

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Execution was done, crowd leaves the gallows hill With eyes full of excitement, they met the unnatural death They are jolly again on their way to city taverns Having experience to speak about all night long The silence rules on shameful place again Just hanged one left here, most alone of all Tossing in the wind, the night is coming slowly First night after the end of his life, and then… The first dead day, then second and third… First week, month, year, maybe some years Eternal loneliness, oblivion, and nothingness Most fearsome part of the punishment Exposed in nudity of corporal decay To ruthless elements and public shame Body devoid of life and all that is human Frost, sun and rain, rotting and drying Stench of rotting and creaking of chain Funeral chant of croaks and buzzing flies The worst of poor ends and who knows If the crime was worth of such dishonor

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

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Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Viciously exterminating armored hell Deathbreeding organism of no living cell Undead mountains of steel, fire and storm Crossing the paths drawn in land of doom Merciless sun and desert storms Bones crushed by night frosts Land cannibalized in conflict of no end All once living turns into altar of death Doom, decay, iron, rust and fire Spawned by mechanical survivors of war Inhuman intelligence of infernal guard In the land now deadest of the dead Ruled by sun and storming iron warriors Guarded by souls of unburied people Bones laying all over sands and rocks Signs of obliteration, the last story to tell

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025