Deep Drone Master
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Omnipotent and sharpened voices Scary friends and doctors of dismay Truthful liars and wealthy beggers Online to infect the masses By the cruelty of nostalgia Ornaments of sickness appear Over the melting landscapes Inside the inner strength Steel and shadows leap forth Convincing the doctors we are fine Spending our life in the blare of light Like trains and winterboots Suffer this silence my weak friend As the poles are drowning the earth Licking the limbs of the best there is No longer hailing this tormented nation Growing false from the stage of coma Innocent and silly planetary waste Rotting forms and unhallowed grace Dying minds and self-realisation Killed by the inner zero Slain to serve the crock Under the flag of betrayal and death Your treachery shall not pass here
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Capturing the frozen fire A cold emergency, deathtrip In the land of violent haze Where mortality becomes a frozen pyre Hierarchy in the world of eminence Where each catastrophe serves its own Longing for the shadow of hearts A dreaded nature, inflammable and intense Naked deathdroid from the womb of karma Helplessly in love with the soaring laws Left alone to be misunderstood A wall in the grave of lost life and charm Hocus pocus, read my mind In scarlet you'll see my face Beneath the flag of gravity I see vengeance share its fate Materialized, answering to the meanest I Through shadow's eyes it seems Never before behelt in such glory Conducted by a most splendid lie Ingenious genetics, the flatform of life The heartbeat of a melting transformation Broken laws and ancient tricks are soaring Circling the flesh of tyrants and strife Pride will be my victim, hah...
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Greyclouded fiend of time Mean absolution in your fame Scary artificial rosebeds of mud Your heart and soul are mine Twisted limp of the mad mind Rocking the tension of crime Before you are conscious and clear Before you'll ever care In sunrays of the ominous His passion for danger is just Answering to the villain of morals Peaking at the top of this world Let me in my friend, you'll see The time is right when we sleep Unto the altars of chaos Until the universe is charged A cosmic trigger in the outland of space A broken field of your spite Provoked to challenge your maker A broken field of your fight Leave me with this spirit As mad phases are bending my sight Loving the scene of metallic blood Repelled from life to bloom in beauty A thrill from below to alight in devotion While primal senses are crowding Leave me with this spirit As hell-bitten trances are mending the light
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Making me in a room of provoked gods No limits seem fit for us down here As we challenge them and become something else Who we are is now uncertain Must be the trigger in the wall The only one who can tell Our guardian troll and companion The naked lefthanded composer Who shares my will in such a turn Flickering in the face of divine power Escalating as the gods get angry Come on, let's boogie Kill me if you can And my walls will grow shorter I'll see the light of day And the wounds that never heal The marrow of your beauty And the smile that makes me shine In the darkness of your heart Where grim frost enshrouds your life Making me without limbs My sins shall be my throne In oceans to sing for and for children to laugh I open up my heart for the devil
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Cocoons of the supreme lifeforce Rooted to the hill The temple of cancer Leeches and saviours Glints of perpetrators Wading in shallow graves A funeral of compression formula Death's face is gleaming At the strangling of the senses And unyielding to those Who are trembling at the yawn of the tyrant From the trickles of lice to God's lair Its dimension formless Lifts his beaten head Ending this paranoia fever The dark in your fears The seething hate Empty wounds Murmurs and mutterings The resurrection prophecy The pride of dogma In a sunken hell Cocoons of human suffering
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Sonic lapses of sheer joy Makes no material on the globe Track down such splendour As the brethren of black metal Stolen names of a limp mind Is the fury of their seed No remarks could ever slay A world like this As emphasis is twisting in time The fuel of a twisted pchycè Needs no glory to be seen in pride As every instinct is set free With moustache and beard to fake An evening in the dead calm of life No roads are made for the innocent When angels are at your door At the peak of mistakes and guilt They suddenly jump out of their hole In streams of reckoning and transition On its knees before the naked truth There and of the dead beat That keeps it alive and breathing Offsprings into this world Where no evil is too strong At the feet of a shining master Whose intent is betrayal Like everyone else inside the narow mind He'll there transcend Treat me with respect As evening fades In the moments of the beast Inside and outside the darkside
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
There's something growing in the trees I think it'sa different me With a spiral cord adapting to anger Raging in a world of lost commands As a child of undying innocent presence Reflecting the inside of its nature Cleansing the hallways of its mysteries Not to linger on in absence In genetic motion to renew the self Openminded wrath of the viscious deep Sown to the seals of an alien DNA With bestial protions Sifting through the herds of its flesh As pain is my salvation I abandon everything else in this world Lifting my head to alight and move forth Ripping the lids of reality Sleepless through the corridors of anger Seemingly undressed to speak for its cause Raw light attend to my confession As the final dreams are dreamt
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Red armies Suicides reign in the circle of idols Defacing a god Of contorted dis-function Scalding from the first light Before the light was born Look for the sign Of the final glorious journey Purveyors of anguish Cults anonymous A foot in each hell Limbs swimming through the lava Each root of life Descending relentlessly Each fatherless father Each starless star Marching southwards Extinguishing all grains of ineptitude The hollow feast of holy men The breath of misery Consumes you Defines your revenge
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Skalkeskjulets kvaler I en eim av svidd svor Hvor en likhvit time våker Tydelig uvitende og ugudelig Der grums og vrede bygger En verden uten stengsel En verden uten grenser En avgrunn uten dyd Der menneskelige feil blir bønnhørt Der lovens trinse er av kalk Som lett kan knuses Som lett kan brekkes Står han der Saktmodig uten frykt Frydefull i all sin byrd Lur i egen vilje Ønsk deg hva du vill Her hvor verden ser seg selv I skapelse og triumf I forråtnelse og fravær Så skal verden blomstre I syndeflodens brekninger Uten anger, uten skam Og slik skal den leve og slik skal den dø Motsatt av alt som står fast Ved den tindrende visdom Som ånder i et mønster sydd av igler Og åpner sitt hjerte kun for sykdom Er mere en det som hater livet Og alt hva livet står for Som kaster seg baklengs og roper i kor Hvorfor er jeg født
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026