Tutor Of The Dying

Submissive and afraid he kneels As the weeping willows guide his breath to the gallows Restless lungs Crave to win the fight against the strength of unforgiving branches Where intellectual abilities Fail to ignore incoming signals of a scenery of bloodshed The horror of this endgame: Remorseless captured in agonized eyes On a pile of skulls he mounts towards his hanging And away of a life where meaning lost its meaning This departure is considered a gift For its descendants have forgotten about their father His long lost legacy, a vague reminiscence of a life he never knew Captivity, dejection And an everlasting longing are his serving executioners Relentless and vile Breathing the symptoms of a prisoner of war He craves for freedom and thus for death Messengers of the holy falsehood herald sacred sins Antinomies have dictated his losses, as well as his future now to end Grand and proud he wears the knot While ignorance about what’s to come reigns terror and solicitude Targeting his hopes to a better existence To a world in which the bound and gagged revive Still repulsed by sounds of warfare Stunned and deafened Still fighting haunting images of fallen companions He perceives solid ground and the ability to breath Awakened, yet cold Wandering in the undiscovered Awakened, with sharpened senses Arising, seeking potential in the afterlife Submissive and afraid he kneeled As the weeping willows have guided his breath to the gallows Restless lungs Craved to win the fight against the strength of unforgiving branches All in vain Embraced by solitude and panic and by restlessness and doubt Sinister shapes lure and sneak upon this newborn flesh To devour the hunted in its whole Now crawling and creeping through the afterlife As keeper of thoughts He slays and he eats the victimized minds As he guards the enigma of the infinite The best kept secret Plaguing mankind For dead tongues tell no secrets

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Sell your morals to the infidel For they will hang you by the feet The definition of a cowards throne Is lived by the recreant kings Fertilization with the body of men The antagonists start their feast Widows weep their silent tears But those kings still sneak through the ports of the disfigured Desert and crawl into the lair Where enemy forces nourish your despair A warm welcome soon turns into apprehension An awareness of failure decimates Sell your morals to the infidel As you wither into nothingness Towards the beast, towards the end Where you won't find the key to reconciliation Embrace the beast, embrace the end Sell your morals to the infidel To access the path of true liberty. Freedom of speech turns into force-fed silence *Towards the beast, towards the end* Where you won't find the key to reconciliation Embrace the beast, embrace the end Pigs Your deflating realm Based on misleading, corruption and the absence of heroism Impair those walls of false commitments Shatter the face of this dishonest state As defenders of allegiance We swore to massacre the whores Deceptive filth we put to death Without boundaries of our everlasting persistence Sell your morals to the infidel Sell your pride and believes to the heathen and adversary Pile those bodies, collect the dead Murder, slay, exterminate your bloodline Sell your morals to the infidel For they will hang you by the feet The definition of a cowards throne Is lived by the recreant kings Fertilization with the body of men Wither and crawl into the lair (into the lair) Where enemy forces nourish your despair A warm welcome soon turns into apprehension When awareness of failure decimates Sell your morals to the infidel Towards the beast, towards the end Where you won't find the key to reconciliation Embrace the beast, embrace the end Sell your morals to the infidel As you wither into nothingness Freedom of speech turns into force-fed silence Towards the beast, towards the end Where you won't find the key to reconciliation Embrace the beast, embrace the end We swore to massacre the whores No price too high, no titan too strong We may lose life but never in vain!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

One destination One right Slowly departing towards the embracing hands of the Father of infinity His hands, grasping at the throat of the existence Which is craved to be left Acquisitive yet reassuring, his grip guides to delivery To be reborn is no option Unless at the other side of life The embodiment of my presence meets the insignificant nature of being We are nothing Reduced to the ashes of an unforgiving life And blown away by the breath of our own demise My awakening, enlightened by the flames And the warmth of virgin generosity The long expected bliss I choose Absorbing death Once landed in the haven, Now known as the welcoming home of the accursed Mortal commandments abrogated This transition to exhilaration and endless euphoria The activation of new senses The beginning of making sense Wise and fierce a new killing spree I lead Ferocious recruiting, Spreading wisdom amongst the weak Infernal strength generated out of hate for the human breed Supreme eradicators scouting allies and fresh meat Dying preys will see no more but a glimpse of our burnt faces As they are willingly agreeing to be scorched towards inferno Their annihilation - imminent and imperative One destination One right As the wretched yearn for my clenching hands I commence to transform into Father Death

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

With the inheritance of casualties In abhorrence forced to endure Angst and loathing thrive where deprivation of homes Embodies the flag of a blackened domination Murdered minds covet the aroma of a breath that was never theirs Claimed by a commanding reality Condemned and convicted, submitted to a ceaseless regime Vicious are the kings, To be neglecting the essence of a long lost remembrance Narrations tutored torture and adversity Obsolete should be the misconceived signification of non-existing entity Slaughter the Gods and their ever enslaved disciples Slaughter the Gods But we, as wolves, indulge our hunger for blind sheep For a defective breed While arising out of a poisoning womb-created for the heathen We have buried our children while they raped our wives We've digested the hope for a bloodless life In the aftermath of our grief and disgust Crowned to Messiah Nameless and faceless Known by the horde as Dictator of Violence Eradicating the sick and fistfucking the Divine Antagonistic and vile Violent delights have violent endings I stand and lead to liberation The ashes of burnt relatives Ensuring our fate to breath hostility and hate As the grand executioner The plague of the wretched swarm I serve For we are my design As architects of a new frame of mind We are boundless and infinite We are boundless and infinite and burnt forever

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

De Dood, Als stille onderwijzer En onderwijzer der stilte, Waadt zich door het leven Als bron van kennis der immer onbekende. Verhalende gezichten verliezen het zijn, Verloren in de strijd Tussen de loyaliteit aan het leven En de schuld aan de Dood. Als schepper der gedachten Ontneemt hij de idee Der bestaanszekerheid, En het vertrouwde karakter Van de veilige omarming des levens. In zijn imperatieve vorm Geniet deze onsterfelijke grootmacht Het monopolie der sturing van het menselijke welzijn, Alsook van de niets ontziende vernietiging van de ademtocht. De Dood, Als stille onderwijzer En onderwijzer der stilte, Waadt zich door het leven En leert ons over het totnogtoe onbekende. Verhalende gezichten verliezen het zijn, Verloren in de strijd Met de loyaliteit aan het leven Doch ontslapen en ontwaken in een welverdiende rust Als schepper der gedachten Biedt hij bestaanszekerheid En vormt hij het vertrouwde karakter Van de veilige omarming des Dood In zijn imperatieve vorm Deelt deze onsterfelijke grootmacht Zijn kennis en bezieling En zijn eeuwigdurende adem

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

As the adjustment of faces slowly takes place through putrefaction Ugly shaped creatures Rove through life while carrying the burden of infliction Bare-skinned, disgraced, emptied and forlorn Led astray In the cradle of the unborn lies their truth To be discarded Lost in time as well in place, Betraying of selves stains the sacrificed blood of generations Voluntary walked towards slaughter The path of disgrace To be butchered by relentless hands Persistent neglecting demanding eyes of the harbinger of ruination As the adjustment of faces slowly takes place through putrefaction Ugly shaped creatures Rove through life while carrying the burden of infliction Bare-skinned, disgraced, emptied and forlorn Led astray In the cradle of the unborn lies their truth To be discarded Only eternal silence awaits Reject the gift of life Hostages of indolence - worthless bones in a box Fleeing liberation, embrace compassion - and still you know no shame Detractors, ungrateful for the suns of existence Life's traitors and takers, for gratitude is ever absent Doomed, bound to the shackles of death A slow departure of skin translated in the stench of the rotten Clench the stench of the dead Choose to breath the thin but precious air of distinction And fight at my side For I am the Tutor of the Dying As the adjustment of faces slowly takes place through putrefaction Ugly shaped creatures Rove through life while carrying the burden of infliction Bare-skinned, disgraced, emptied and forlorn Led astray In the cradle of the unborn lies their truth Consumed will be the architect of false faith and misconception Their tongues, their words, their throats, they're mine!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

I carved my name into his eyes No surgical precision, no need for a steady hand Yet skilled and efficient And consequent the lines are drawn with love for the craft Violating sight and molestation of his mind Extreme commitment induces supreme expertise Perverse violence embedded in instinct - I am blessed A malicious performance of an undiscovered artist Driven by hatred and revulsion for celestial deception Transcendent are the ones Who propagate the slaughter of the servants of the self-crowned creator Follow the lead Restore the balance regain command We are the ones who'll regain this Slaughtering the pathetic and grinning as they close their eyes. Emptying their lungs, the struggle is real As the air is filled with darkness and a lack of recognition. Pulling strings of life We will not be silenced, nor… Decapitated of our reasons For disgust and repugnance For epidemical depravity Strengthens extinction of morals and of innocence We need contagious aggression and competent slaughter Genocidal restitution as atonement for deception Immaculate entities find their downfall As viciousness plagues humanity’s wellbeing In rapture we will celebrate our new-born kingdom For eradication of divine contagion shall be the rebirth of freedom Their blood spilled on the music of Choir Master Hate Blood is splattered in the name of darkness, a dance of hate. We are the ones who orchestrate

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Malevolent thoughts slither through the mind of this broken man The weeping eyes of his unborn child Reflecting on the name of his murdered wife The ever cold breeze carries her scent As reminder of the elegance of life In her fragile existence she achieves In maintaining the breath of belief in the essence of his being Still death and reunification offer solace and liberation Still taunted and haunted Elite devourers burden his thoughts with high-level destruction As the carnage continuous Burned towards Belial's throne He’s relinquished from itself The archetype of infernal science Assigned to plague his wrath Ingesting thoughts slither Through the mind of the victims of this broken man The weeping eyes of their unborn children Reflecting the name of their murdered wives No wind to carry the scent of hope Doomed to a wandering presence As elite devourer he burdens thoughts with high-level devotion Yet salvation is offered by the bloodstained axe With which his preys are presented the faith of the unburied

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Marked for destruction No invitation for the heartless As godless entities they lie Head to head with their fellow dead man Depleting vanity in all its humanity To eradicate is to create a new elite The perfect hate The active kill that they have become Certifies failed intelligence - Idiocracy The deficiency of strength, Lack of honor and abilities - inferior existence The stink of stupidity strengthens the will to eliminate their breed Their now relinquished inheritance A mere remembrance of failure and disgrace Perpetual repulsion of selves As they lie Adulterated to mere flesh As they lie Victims of collective violence Devourers of minds, Gather for the great descend As they’re marked for total destruction For an endless crimson conviction Beloved casualties we hold dear For our hunger has not yet been stilled Alluring bodies Welcoming vile rapacity As we commence our feast The active kill that they have become Certifies failed intelligence - Idiocracy The deficiency of strength, Lack of honor and abilities - inferior existence Hell's virgins are to be raped

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

In the death of an enlightened mind Perverse designs find their way to a subliminal reality While harvesting genetic materials the skinned And departed compose their songs of the lifeless As the blade gently divides my scalp from cranium Their symphony guides towards continuation of interminable suffering Comforting hands and velvet voices are now serving as vital muse And lead me to rectification to help my cold And shapeless body find its sleep For I have watched my disfigured remains being fed to the pigs Shut my eyes and make me sleep The disgrace and injustice done to the insignificant critter That once was me I shall be revenged For the murderer who has sliced my life away Has given birth to an invisible enemy I shall be revenged In the light of a darkened mind Perverse designs find their way to a subliminal reality In the search of a peace of mind A vicious apparition find his way to a savage haunting Translating hate Translate hate The spectre of violence I am only his dead will be the messenger of tranquility and of silence As I slither towards the target to absorb his precious life Manifesting in its cerebellum And dominate its intellect Vigorous actions pleasure And warm my bloodless heart With the burden of this imminent casualty Translating hate For I shall be revenged The strings of the puppet in my rigid hands Untouchable, controlled by a miscreant He is led to the edge of his presence To his final breath In the blackness of an inhibited mind Random thoughts of suicide find their way to realization Performing a one man show Fatal therefore successful I can now lay my eyes to rest

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