Black Storm of Violence
The song of metal striking bone And the smoke of a thousand burning men In this theater of cruelty Blood and fire hold dominion over all Passive aggression is not enough Silence is never a recourse It falls to us to purge the land Poinium cherem They are empty lives that profit not From the right to control plutonium's destructive power For destruction is good for the soul We offer one and all the blessing Of annihilation, on or off the battlefield Let true obliteration rise Shall we strive to kill them all? Of course we fucking must Reduce them all to original ash Back to elemental dust From the west, rain immediate And intense white fire 7.1 billion dead: the human race, entire Shadows of humanity, pathetic carbon things Wind of death from far up north Spread your lovely blackened wings Ever since the advent of the atomic age Our hate-filled hearts have needed To vent their fucking nuclear rage Now, here there be dragons Kill Hate War Violence On the other hand, what we could use now Is a Sino-American chainsaw war
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
In a field littered with people Amongst which corpses grow Were enacted feats of war As man was born to be killed Your screaming is music: sing to me Sing your pain with funeral shrieks Kill the face, no identity Kill the heart, rip them all apart Kill the soul In humanicide Kill, don't stop Ripsaw carnage art Heads, torsos and limbs everywhere This is war, this is not a crime Make them bleed Wash the ground with blood Make them dead We're running out of time Mech-angels dancing in a whirlwind of gore Make concvincing arguments And a truly cleansing war Turmoil in the east? Violence is the answer Removed from history: Violence is the answer Unrest in the west? Violence is the answer Aggression, suppression: Violence is the answer To all life's ills, violence is the answer You deserve to die, violence is the answer What's the question? Violence is the answer No matter what the question, violence is the answer
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I - The Hangman Some days in the singing forest The trees whisper to each other Soon they know they will bear the weight Of an entire town Certain faces give one lots to hate Certain voices give one cause to hang And so they hang II - Human fat used as a combustible This is not sardine packing These people look more like deadfall Amidst the toothbrushes, soap and towels After the cannistermen have gone Don't look now, here come the trains A shipment for replenishment, for every 60 days or so Fresh new labor for real punishment The past is constant, don't ask why Life lasts forever when you're dead inside And the breathless roar of the burning dead Fills your ears, haunts your head III - Menschheitsdämmerung Broken, but forever young We'll die forever in photographs Their nooses stilled our praying tongues And now our ashes are our cenotaphs How vast is this martyrium? How much bigger will tombs become? Where we go, may you follow
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
"My urine is divine", I think she said But the words came out awash in blood Let mine eyes be thine, impieta In this age of desire, before I decay Black stone window into heaven Answer me, answer me: What is kinship of fertility With sacrosanct filth and disease? Sic transit gloria sanguis From the mouth of she, whose love is a plague Flow red-black commandments Calling for new purity, let us pray Let righteous serpents cavort within The woman that is the altar and set the blood That filth of life, to rotting in her veins She laid her hand on the shroud and she left blood And it was dust, as it has been for a thousand years Now we wait for the stars to die in the company of flies
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
There's something loose in the garden With soul so dead and cankered heart Like his blind hammer In this house of shadows and blood Murder is an alternative lifestyle This is where we cut out their livers and hearts and ate them This well is blood and we drink of it There are only murders in this room One soul, one blood They are made for the pit We have made many pits Punishment must strike the innocent and guilty alike The guilty are best punished slowly Let us conjure up a noose Looped up according to ancient knotcraft It's 13 steps to the gallows And the grave receives you with love There can be no peace without penalty We are pleased, but not content That many remain unrepentant Kill for the killing The will of the will
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Le grand mal de vivre
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Thou has sinned a great sin: To rejoice in destruction To revel in bones Let us participate in a plan A common plan of conspiracy For the happy accomplishment Of crimes against peace In no particular order Here's a list of proposed activities: Administering poison with intent to injure Administering poison with intent to kill Ill treatment of persons with unsound mind Facilitating prostitution Stirring up racial hatred, genocide, slavery Human experimentation, assault and battery Forcible confinement, torture, kidnapping, rape murder Conspiracy to attempt murder Religious persecution and mass execution And lest we forget: Witness intimidation, destruction of evidence Forgery, extortion, arson Intentional destruction of churches Money laundering, vandalism Child destruction, buggery Trafficking in human body parts Crimes against humanity So what do you want to do next weekend?
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Thou art not the offspring of silence Thou are not the righteous hammer of god Thou hast not fashioned a proper temple of war Thy strength is not as might as a rock from the sky Is this what you call your house of war You fucking pigs? Get thee hence behind me Back to your house of submission Doth he call all his children by their name? Then it's good to know what words mean If thou wouldst be a deodand We can remand thee back to thy god If the brown dog says there is only one god Then murder is holy name The lessons say who the enemy is And these are the words of the scato mondaine: Kill the grafted snake Kill it Kill the evil whites Kill them Kill the blue eyed devils! Kill! Kill! Kill! Humanity is vile in that it lets thee live Who would save mankind with murder To earn wings Excommunicate and anathema Who does not wish to be forgiven You are what lies at the bottom of the pond Hellblack infidel, how shall ye burn?
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026