The Waste Lands

From the Golden seat of Ramses to the ending of the sacred Nile The pharaohs of this ancient land the deserts cross countless miles Inside the labyrinth where buried is the king his waiting maids countless gifts lie within Mumified entombed the ancient scroll left to rot brain heart and soul As they walk through the passages of endless night using sparsely the candles as their only light Living only on the storages of food they brought no escape live to die becomes their only thought Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king Tutankhamun Cursed where this grave is their only thing Kking Tutankhamun As the years begin to close and food to nourish sparse insanity starts to reign to flourish in the dark As they walk through the passages of endless time using sparsely the candles as their only light Living only on the storages of food they brought no escape live to die becomes their only thought Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king Tutankhamun Cursed where this grave is their only thing king Tutankhamun And as they walk through the passages of endless night Drawing nearer to the last nothing left inside the tomb Except the braindead plight lost in histories of the past Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king Tuankhamun Cursed where his grave is the only thing king Tutankhamun Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king buried deep inside the pyramid Cursed buried deep inside the pyramid king buried deep inside the pyramid

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Searching through regions of light here in my dark thoughts I call for you to come Paralysed and fixed to the wall awaiting the judgement awaiting you to call out I'm paralysed calling out I'm paralysed ah There's no reason for me have gone only the clothing protecting me from me Lost in this insane recall let me know I will be safe from my only way out Calling out I'm paralysed ah calling out I'm paralysed ah Now caught from pins in her hair biting and bending to sharpen up the point Slipping it into the lock freeing myself to penetrate and cause death I'm paralysed calling out I'm paralysed ah out

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

High on a ridge where the darklord stands sending black legions to crush the lands Captures of hades transporting the crown into the pit of this unholy row Do it all alone down into Belial's home live then die Satan calls his evil child Strengthens his force as the darkness falls laughs at the angels their feeble calls High on their fortress that crumbles before all that in touch with the dark evil law Do it all alone down into Belial's home strike the final chord hail unto the overlord High on a ridge where the darklord stands sending black legions to crush the lands Captures of hades transporting the crown ever further ever down into the pits of hell Now in the bleakness the elders recant thinking of histories the ancients relent Gathered in circles before their host there's no one soul he desires most. Do it all alone way down into Belial's home strike a chord hail unto the overlord

Hooded in the mists of time in distant lands of dust Here they live and forge the steel that carves out human lust Thulsa doom his flesh and bone control of all that's fake Lifting head and staring eyes that guide the sinful snakes The truth that lies within the riddle of steel Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel Armies of followers who are guided by his throne Blindly walk to Thulsa's steps that foot the black kings home On and on the warrior that stalks the beast that killed The families of his friends and foe that fall unto his will The truth that lies within the riddle of steel Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel Snakes that come together over palaces of pain Gates of flesh that open up to let in acid rain All the smells of blasphemy are deep within this hall Writhing here in ecstasy awaiting Thulsa's call Stretching out and forged in steel a blade drwn from his arm Searching for the sacred neck to cure the world of harm Slashing through the snakelike scales deep into the core Splitting into bone and blood and settling the score The truth that lies within the riddle of steel Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Beyond two thousand in the future wars beyond the limits of our mind Central computer that control and know the simple weakness of mankind Humanoid living in a structured will walking in a lifeless path Motor with a need to kill need to kill need to kill Searching through the wreckages of molten steel and glass seeing all in infra red and heavy in its mass Terminate exterminate the son of Connor Reese you must prevent the bastard ever being born Stop at nothing kill at will but rid the earth of this small child you must deter this fucking evil spawn Mark the dogs for only they know your not human your ot flesh at all Break the jaw before it speaks and kill the men that answer to its call Justified in genocide and leave them in theiir broken pride until they realize that it's no use Unsuspecting victim one guerilla fighter with a gun the terminator's finally been let loose Try to run but only they know there's nowhere to run nowhere to hide Cornered trapped by the death machine don't you go to sleep don't close your eyes ah Beyond twp thousand in the future wars beyond the limits of our mind Central computer, that control and know the simple weakness of mankind And still the armies of robotic men crushing the humans in their path Lifeless of pain and a void of sorrow create a crimson aftermath

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocent under the fall Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death Kissing the beast as he lies underneath scratching your heart with soulful belief Awaiting the call to enrapture your life holding you still as he's holding the knife Lest we remember the deadly command hour upon us and close at hand Now in our coldness our heart has begun needing the heat from the earth and the sun Cold as ice trapped in the earth cold as ice needing the sun Fixtures immensely beholding the force holy benevolence deadly remorse Tearing the lining and saving the flow dropping the heartrate enclosing the soul Nine bladed sword as the whore can recall dissecting the innocence under the fall Cracking the surface the air is still fresh only below us the mad stench of death A prince or a pauper or lunatic king son of a daughter shrouded in sin His kingdom in madnness and sadness and shame The song is still young and illusion's the game

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Chain him jail him judge and crucify find him bind him nail him crucify Raised boy the virgin is pure and good father to the race Sinful in sodom with cold blind luster praying to the golden calf Walking the land with twelve good men that follow talking the hand of one whose blind Curing the lame causing mutes to speak miracles prevail to the open mind Chain him jail him judge and crucify find him bind him nail him crucify Saved for forty days and nights he roamed the desert sand No food to nourish only faith temptations close at hand Evil abounds in every footstep that he takes in the sand he must stay true All this in vain because he'll die for sure saving the frame of all that's good Forgive them father for they know not what they do

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

The world we live in is silent lucid liquid change The king appears well afraid aware in all his rage He seeks to tell in unseen terror about poer life and lust The rising power of Baphomet is all that he can trust ah Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth God bless all who sail in her this ship he built with fright Pleasant in his infamy it sails into the night ah Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth Reasoning decay decides to plague the nurtured home Redesign Colombus Isle where only kings will roam The spirit lies in all we see and all that we can touch He found the place where gods reside destroyed into the ancient dust ah Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth God bless all who sail in her this ship he built with fright Pleasant in his infamy with cold and blistered sight ah Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth hell on earth The afterlife that mark the moons of distant silent stars So on the quest the king is served golden in his light Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth Revealing yellowed manuscript in the shadow of the king Written here in pages old the secrets of this thing Imagination hanging by the lucid threads he claims Where all around damnations lie they're locked inside his fevered brain Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth God bless all who sail in her this ship he built with fright Pleasant in his infamy it sails into the night ah Hell on earth sadistic birth hell on earth hell on earth

Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine As they danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance Raising the chalice to the night darkly seek to their own delight Sacrifice to the only son saving blood sip it one by one Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate Cloven the demons cloak ascends from the earth this being never ends As they fall to their knees and prey as the night reimburse the day Colder than any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any more Deeper than hades he brings to his side the man who presented the mass Questioning nothing the high priest is drawn kneels to his master's request Talking his left hand and passing it slow he ponders the mortal before Swiftly he moves and faster than hell he tears out this lunatics soul Oh lord of this limbionic state take the prize we deliver to the gate Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize the virgin clad whiter than snow Holding the mass and presenting the cross pointed inverted below Doubles the blade in the cold and blessed night holds it above to be marked Hammering down in the soft flesh below ripping and tearing the heart Oh lord of this limbionic state take this prize we deliver to the gate Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Clarisse, what perfume you're wearing today? No, don't tell me. I know. And the soap that you washed with? Come to me, don't feel scared I'm not going to bite Well, maybe just a little Maybe just a might. You know, without windows Without the wind, the rain or snow I feel somewhat strange, But of course all this you know. Tell me about the lambs, Clarisse? Tell me why you're scared? I know when your father died Something died in there. To see simplicity in any mortal thing Is a gift a few man have. What makes you a killer, a madman It's not disgusting, it's sad. I dream of trees and how I smell the sea Don't you find that fun? You have the pleasures of the flesh, Clarisse You can feel the sun. But on the darker side You feel the anger rise You feel the satisfying hate And if you have to kill Against your strongest will You wouldn't shoot that bullet late. Please don't judge me so Wait, just before you go Come up closer to the cage Let me taste the smells Of your own body cells You musn't cover me with rage. I eat to feed, I killed in kind You believe me, don't you? Hear the echoes in your mind. They say I'm insane, don't they? But do they really know why? They say I'm nothing but a cannibal Can't understand or even try For every nights when I whisper from my cell And play my psychiatric game In the morning when the inmate's - dead They're hanging you on to my bed If I walk the streets A free man in a heat I can't turn a fire crowd. But in a silent hole, Where we'll be all alone You need to freshen up a shroud Please believe I couldn't hurt you I tried to make you feel, Welcomed like a friend I'd have you over for a meal. Then I'd tear at your silken breast, rip out the heart beating and bloody. Gnaw with lust at your soften neck, cutting and spitting and cooking you slowly Feed you up like a blooded boar, fruit in the mouth and garnished with roses. Feel nothing for you anymore, deader than hell, a meal for a hungry man.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025