Nemesis

Where the seed of gods where left to grow to reach beyond the stars Foul minds of deception have defiled the soil and scarred The golden trees of free ideas and the spirits that hid therein And upon this stage of counterfeit let my drama now begin... With axe in hand I clear a path Through the sterile fields Of conformity So violently Forced upon me Now you'll see The madness That burn in my eyes The rage That without disguise Grind and crush Your canvas clones Your defence is gone Oh worthless clown Let my curse now be fulfilled Come Angels of murder - Kill! I see your pale corpse lie In shadows carved In putrid flesh The words you stole A bitter fall You faced the end Bled white as snow I saw your work of art Hatched by the germs And the mindless worms Crawling through Your cranial cavities I'll set them free! Unleashed they'll feast Upon your suffocated fantasies How grim is not the fate That awaits The one who realize too late The stillborn child With toothless jaws That bites and gnaws At the very core Of the crumbling soul The wrinkled heart The hollowed soul Now torn apart The veil of precious arts And 'fore my eyes A pit of reeking lies Where maggots feed Guzzling with endless greed To multiply To flood the world outside As visions die Defiled and sacrificed A swarm of flies Toward the heaven rise To cloud the sky To obscure the light divine A viral tide And now I realise... The blessing of the disease! Nemesis - Your sword is mine! Another one will die! Another one will die! In the shallow gallery On display for all to see A legion of flies Crucified Archangels of apathy For the plague and disease That they spread when unleashed For the death that they brought To the whores that adored The lie and the sacred art Now defiled Hail to the flies! All hail to the flies! Nemesis - Your sword is mine! Another one will die! Another one will die!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I am the curse To be fulfilled I am the angel of murder I have come for the kill I am fire! I am disease! I am Nemesis! What will you do when I am coming for you? What will you do? What will you do? Will you try to escape me when you realise? Where will you run? Where will you hide? I'll burn down the trees All rotten and dead To be able to see The forest ahead My method is madness No more and no less Than annihilation With no greater finesse I slaughter perspectives The filthy collectives Are subjects to actions Abstract and corrective This is a happening Naive and surreal A murderous concept Of brimstone and steel Our hearts are infested With maggots and flies Our souls have been sold To the lord of reprise... Nothing is sacred What lie within reach We plague and present As our next masterpiece... [Enter Nemesis] A ballroom chainsaw Massacre waltz With the accent on the first Beat of three I assault I'll make you a painting Avant-garde? So Cliché! The blood splattered canvas I'll put on display For all to see In my sick gallery A demented expose Of art decomposed Novelty... Left there to die On the walls crucified Feeding the flies Another strained smile... Now good bye... Finis coronat opus Finis malorum

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025