Misanthrone

I don't ask you to listen what I say I have no reason to hope you understand it I don't give a fuck about teaching you I have no reason nor to spit to your stupid face This or that, all is just a waste of time On the ones with wormcorroded brains Pathetic shittalking persons Filthdoing brainless scum Your deeds are coming in your traces As you're walking straight to hell I just laugh Although with grinding teeth How silly you can be yet Faced to deserved hate So do you think you have your own truth So do you claim you're free to do everything I don't give a fuck about expressing my scorn Unless you have no interest to deserve my hate I don't give a fuck About senseless waste of my Energy, power and thoughts When the others will rise To prove your patheticness Digging the gold you'll gild your hands Eat the shit - the smell comes from your mouths "I don't want it this way" You'll try to say in the and Nobody will care to measure Your innocence or guilt You despised your brain And simply pissed off So just keep in your mind What caught together means That caught together means hanged together

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

My eyes are turning red Your sky is coming black Your life shall drop away On the salt of your tears When the sun falls down For you it's forever When shadows gorge the land Look to the last Flashes of sunset Sunrise you will see no more Tears, cries or threats Can't change my decision Goddess of retaliation Keeps you in her claws Under the wings With feather of knives You'll feel the fire of truth You'll see the hate Written in your skin Your life of filth Bile of your pigness This is the sentence Of your inferior end You're the sacrifice On the altar of scorn Built by your own Mean, filthy cowardice Just don't cry for mercy Don't make me laugh of it I'll forget all your deeds When you'll be stiff and cold Here I stay with my Ominous cold in eyes Fire of punishment in my hands In the cramps of pain You're laying down in the dust Now you know who you are Nothing, that soon will die

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Take a look around and see Infected... Bastard... Planet! Reality is what flows around us Subhuman mass that makes us vomit Inferior worms who think They're something better Cowardly bastards With law of primitivism Their stream of mean hate That makes us insane Nothing just smelly dung Roars from stupid empty mouths Primitive subhuman waste No people just the bastards What kind of filth Are those whom we see What they want, what they need Are they something more Than offensive of term man?! Cowardly offense is their only argument Their greed for primitive shits Shall write their testament There is still place enough To dig the graves for you Pits your digging by Your fucking mean existence You think you're elite But if it is true Then only thing I know is That the waste as we are Must rule forever Kill your mothers for their crime For bearing you on this world Kill your fathers for their lust They wasted their sperm to spread the dung Kill yourself, you'll feel better Under the earth made not for you

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Let me vomit my misanthropy At the gates of vacancy Excremental fermentation In guts of our mind Choirs of automats Excreted on earth Synthetic souls In unificated bodies Manipulation with soulless slags In experiment of "real" life Putrid stench of "civilisation" In paradise of sterility Vasteful cries for humanity Are drowning in violent stupidity Proclamations of love and peace Drowned in swamps of subhumanity Parody on reason and emotions In stench of rotting reality Regress of intellect In culture of emptiness Sickened new de/generations Vomited on cemetery of nature New religion of vanities Amorphous stream of empty life Alone among the creatures Who don't know why they live for Just odious mass you can't respect Between the raped sky And corroded earth Experiment with human race Just another error of creative power What will come after that Maybe the big cleansing I really don't care About the world we left to rot I really don't care About your minds turned into dung

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Waves of anger weep the shore Grinding your poisoned shield Streams of atrocious night Spit through weak, pathetic light Don't look back, stay easy Till you'll look to the Iceblue eyes of death Fist, sword, fire, hell Don't take it personally Or stuff like that Or stuff like death Enter the gate with fear Knowing your fate of rat Suffer and enjoy our wrath Kneel down before the axe Worship the terror you feel Kneel down in front of The chosen ones of twilight Cry for your inevitable end Feel its cold breath on the neck Fear the mist, the laughing wind Whatever step can be your last Strange sounds in your head You just feel it, not hear Cold sweat, shaking hands Legs hardened by despair Worship the dung you eat all life Curse the day you was born Death stares from the eyes You can't see So many faces of the end Hidden by the hood of hunt Ironthorny gods going in your traces Cry to please them in your final hour Darkness, night, the hand with dagger Warm drops of life fall to the mud Sound of meatcutting steel Song of the wind that tears out The string of your life anthem

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025