What the fuck is wrong with you?

These lyrics are written from the perspective of a soldier with photographic memory.

The colors forming in my mind
Take shapes and names that I define
Visions flash into my brain
Like flawless light through window panes
Taking form of moments past
Developed shapes begin to last
Awful things, I'm forced to see
The momens gone, the memory forever within me

War is such a glorius thought
To those ignorant of misery
So young was I, who went away
To defend my countries liberty
Off to war torn battlefields
To kill what we don't understand
They cared not for my innocence
It was expendable at their command
Soon we learned the arts of war
To kill without remorse or thought
The more the tattered corpses grew
The more my weary sould would rot
Our brothers we had loved were gone
For a justless cause slaughtered in vain
The moments gone in a vile past
The memories now forever shall remain

Any feedback would be much appreciated. Thank you.

my friend who's mexican ironically enjoys S.O.D. a lot
that being his favorite album but he got pissed at me for posting my quote on your lyrics and now damn I feel guilty

Flesh So Tender-

Damned! The suffering we've seen
Spawned of such depths you cannot conceive
Manifestations of such horrendous dreams
Our ears have been made deaf to all but your screams
By night we shall rise from this field of graves, adorned only in flesh so long bruised and decayed.
The ones who were laid here are not who you see, but we wear their corpses to maim and to feed.
The scent slowly creeps into my nostrils, the thought of the taste teases my tongue.
I capture a child so desperately fleeing, frantically screaming, it empties its lungs.
I drive my crude teeth into its pale skin, while its bleeding nails are tearing the road.
Clawing so persistently into its chest, gnawing so violently to open its throat.
By breaking its ribs I expose its heart, hopelessly beating to prolong this pitiful end. I embrace this hideous corpse, feeding as I slowly caress its skin.
Its dead eyes remain fixed upon me, in their reflection I witness my sin.
Once this thing has none more to bleed, I shall continue to hunt for its kin.
Flesh so tender they bear, the ones that I have slain.
The overwhelming stench of the growing mass of dead poisons this dark night for a new plague to spread. The ones that I have slain are only yet to live, they will know the taste I seek, they will know of whom to rid.

Why is it that most lyrics here are so short? Sure, the one I posted isn't very long either, but I have lyrics consisting of 3 or 4 notebook pages, and I wonder if it's just that I'm writing too much or something.

No, just most people don't put in the effort. Don't worry, you're not the only one.

These are really good and sorry you had to wait so long to get feedback. Im really interested in Ancient Rome as well and you seem to actually know what you're talking about instead of "Brutus pwn Caesar WTF ROFL COPTER YEAH" Great job

i wrote a rap that could pretty much be used as gore lyrics. what do you think?

made my day.

This is just something I wrote yesterday...I would like some feedback on it. Usually I write more about abstract things but this is meant to be more fitting to straight up death metal. I know it's not that great XD I don't consider it to be my best work, and my best work is not much better than this anyway

Witches Burn

Witches are around us!
That is the daily cry.
People of all age and gender
Suspected of some evil crime.
Accused, sentenced, burnt and killed,
Corpses upon corpses lie,
Murder is always justified
When it is to rid the world from hellish spies.
So they gather the resistance
To cleanse this earth with flames!

Look at him
Being tied
To the stake
Watch the flames rise, hear him scream
Watch his flesh become roasted meat
Yet the pastor’s cry is louder
His hypnotic chant of ‘Witches Burn’

‘Witches Burn
Witches Burn
Witches Burn
Witches burn, burn to hell
Breathe in the intoxicating smell
Witches Burn.’

Witches are around us!
The cry grows louder still.
No fair trial, no fair judgment
Whispered sentence becomes a death sentence.
People slaughtered more than pigs.
They caught me mourning at my friend’s grave
Suddenly I have connections
Suddenly I am a culprit
Suddenly I am a witch!
So they’ll cleanse this earth with flames!

Look at me
Being tied
To the stake
Watch the flames rise, hear me scream
Watch my flesh become roasted meat
Yet the pastor’s cry is louder
His hypnotic chant of ‘Witches Burn’

‘Witches Burn
Witches Burn
Witches Burn
Witches burn, burn to hell
Breathe in the intoxicating smell
Witches Burn.’

Am I evil?
Am I guilty?
Chew my flesh and
Spew out poison!
Never ventured in Black Magic,
What have I done that is so tragic?
The fire is separating the soul from body
In another plane I plainly see
A mystical being looking down at me
But it’s not I who is being judged!

Yet the pastor’s cry is louder
His hypnotic chant of ‘Witches Burn’

‘Witches Burn
Witches Burn
Witches Burn
Witches burn, burn to hell
Breathe in the intoxicating smell
Witches Burn.’

This is something I wrote recently, feedback would be greatly appreciated, I got a lot of time so I'll give feedback on other people's stuff as well. I am only 13 so don't expect too much, but by all means tell me if they suck.

*The Fallen Druid*

Born into the sacred order of nature
Son of the bear of life
Divine law dictates his destiny
Fury is deep in his eyes

He defeated the defiler of forests
Seized it's goblet of blood
The ancients are pleased with his work
And the bear was proud of his son

"I must drink...
Drink from the goblet of blood
For it is mine..."

Colossal evil reigns in his heart
He consumed like a drunk with wine
And now his soul flees miles afar
Oh the defiler possesses his life

He killed off the order
One by one
His very identity has been destroyed

He killed the father of the ancients
And corrupted the woods of the world
"What are you?" the father finally asked
"The defiler of the woods"

Born into the sacred order of nature
Son of the bear of life
The order has fallen into nothingness
"At last the power is mine"

And the defiler's laughter echoed through him

That's actually pretty cool man, sounds like a good story as well.

Thanks nex, appreciate the compliment. I actually was reading Stephen King's "The Gunslinger", the first book in the dark tower, while watching some random special on rainforests, and the idea popped into my mind.


@ Funeralbirth

Your lyrics are pretty good except you really overuse the phrase "Witches Burn". You might want to interchange some of the "Witches burns" in the chorus with other phrases that rhyme and have the same amount of syllables, maybe "So I learned"

Cool idea though, never seen the thought of a witch being burned at the stake in metal before, it could make some good brutal death a la Immolation.

Here are some lyrics I started over a year ago and just recently finished. Any feedback is welcomed.

"Hurled Into The Black"

Land of constant pounding thunder
Endless rain caresses the ground
Hidden from sight by vast mountains
Unknown to civilization
Mass graves sit before the locked tomb
Bolted shut by enchanted steel
Towers of crimson rock stand alone
Holding dominion over all

Maddening horror lies in wait
Asleep in the frigid waters
Found deep below the earth
Beneath the crypt of warriors
Locked away for millennia
Abomination slumbers on
Dreaming of its return to land
Of its rise to decimate planets

Hurled into the black

The gates warp in the fiery rain
Towers crumble into the soil
What has lied in wait free at last
Unfathomable behemoth
Great perpetual colossus
Screams as the sun envelops him
Roars out a warning to all men
Holding dominion over all

Hurled into the black

You have a point there, though understand that i already had the tune in my head (and in fact I started working on the guitar part soon after) and it just seemed to fit. However if I actually ever get round to making it an actual song I will take your advice into consideration. Thank you.

I once wrote a song called Donovan's Ruin but I lost it when my PC died, so I re-wrote it with more Black Metal in mind

Here's the lyrics.



This is how I like to write my songs I like to use metaphores and symboles and what not to represent for the main story.

This song would make you think it's about an angle named Donovanl that went to some kind of heaven, some form or paradise who, after tasting the bliss it offered, thought there shouldn't be limits to it and took on more of it then she could handle. The bliss became pain and she had to leave the paradise and all that's left are memories of her.

In reality, the song is about a ex-pornstar named Amee Donovan. She debuted in like 2002/2003 and quickly became populer. Around a year later though, she did a scene with 5 guys. I don't know if they where overly rough with her or if she didn't prepare properly, but she was injured internally after it and had to retire from the buisness.

What do you guys think? I'm actually writting some new songs now with some form of a black metal soun in mind and I want do write them like this.

@Aurone

When you say the idea, it sounds like it could turn into something pretty promising. Unfortunately, your lyrics are pretty mediocre compared to the idea. They aren't bad, actually they're better than most Death and Black metal lyrics (thank yourself for that). But it doesn't really go anywhere and the way they are written seems kind of generic (although the idea isn't). I can't really explain what's wrong with them, they just need a little polishing, I think the main thing is it seems pretty disconnected to the idea, maybe you can offer a little bit more clues. All in all I will give them a 6.8 out of ten, a little above mediocre.

Certainly an odd inspiration for lyrics but who am I to judge? They just need more polish, really. You said that you enjoy writing metaphors and such but I don't see them. I mean, I would have never figured out the pornstar and the massive banging they gave her, but the previous paragraph is exactly what you wrote, just in a more poetic way. They seem pretty direct to me. And for the love of root beers, don't repeat the same word over and over again, the lyrics say "bliss" like 5 times and considering you have 6 or so stanzas, that makes for a lot of repetitions.

Now I'd like to post one of the lyrics I wrote:

Succubus Vorare

Northern winds call for greenest fields
For starlight skies
Dancing and howling in freedom
The white dove flies

Smear the lives in disillusioned rain
Be awash in the purest cleansing
Forever sinking into the filth
So distant, a fallen angel’s wings

Contemptuous jury decides the fate
Of the bastard that was crowned
Fully aware that spilling blood breeds hate
They set the gallows to befoul

The seraphs stood aghast at the lord’s wish
A change of heart that they can’t understand
The Fate Sisters have spun, measured and cut
Damocles’ sword to crash down and kill

Demons painted in the haggard walls
A Sixtine Chapel from hell
Dreadful sins are committed within
‘Til the belfry sings death knell

Infinite evil-eyes gaze down
Shadows draw black stares on the walls
For the bright flames dance as they lick
A virgin’s skin as she shivers

“Burn me, oh, burn me my love”

All can hear the sultry breathing
All can feel the desperate heartbeat
Disrobe, let the blaze take over
Avidity become demise
Just let it be between these arms

The lewd thoughts of dryads to burn
So depraved
Their lust for blood and semen
So luscious

“Burn me, oh, burn me my love”

The rapid respiration
The copious perspiration
The frequent agitation
Engaged in a fragile existence

The eerie halls without candles
Fabrics drenched in a black fluid
Hecate and Diana watch
Their gentle smile peers through the windows
Feast on coming death and romance
To shower their gothic gardens

Imagine the thoughts of the guilty
Fear of death in repentance’s guise
Calling demise with impunity
From condescension now it dies

Catatonic, frozen dead man’s face
Set aflame, unflinching eyes open
To leer scornful at the killing grounds
He understood his fault, died silent
Guilty of many things, not of this
He revels in the sadness that he found

No tears shed for the hated’s misfortune
Laughter explodes at the thought of its death
Angels orgasming in sadistic joy
Pleased by the sick dreams of sex and murder

Ok, first of all I do like to talk about sex and overall depravity my in lyrics. This one in particular speaks about a murderous woman in the Middle or Dark Ages. She plots and successfully seduces and kills a king. I know of her actions so she decides to keep a close watch on me, but we fall in love, have sex, take over the kingdom and kill all who dare oppose us. We remain together but I always suspect that I could be the next in her fatal indulgences. The lyrics end with that feeling of fear and distrust towards her, but still I cannot leave, for she has me deeply in love.

So any thoughts? Comments? Ideas? Anything that should be corrected?

Wrote this for an ambient/funeral doom solo project of mine. Tell me what you think.


"Sleep"

Sleep is my only escape from reality
The cruel-hearted makings of the world
Disheartened by my own mortality
I slip into fantasy

Of a new age
A new dawn

Past in slowly catching up with me
I'm afraid I won't be able to escape
Forever tormented by my memories
It does little good to stay awake

So I dream
Dream of a better time
A brighter day

Nostalgia is my only santuary
My chapel of solitude
To rest and rebuild
For another time

...But that time is slowly approaching
And I still feel unprepared as yet
Trapped in this haunting lucidity
I find myself inept

And so I dream...

And sleep...

And die.

Could do with a load more symbolism, using creepy/mysterious symbolism rather than just saying what you would every day..it makes the lyrics so much more interesting and less in the mundane world...

What would you suggest?

This is a killer thread. I wish I had seen it earlier. Here are some of my best from my band Typhon. Feedback would be awesome

DENOUNCEMENT PSALM

Defending the pulpits in their minds
As we claim the blessing
These words are trembling, and sickening myself

Our will is to liberate, This alone is redemption
Thou shalt not know, It is but an image
When will they seek to grasp

Foul denouncement psalm
In shades of your laws
Beyond good and evil, Above right and wrong
I am not decieved

Unbound of these chains, to glorify myself
Of our origins roots
Without its paralelled destruction
Creation is falling

The sweeping indifference
In the truths you have percieved
Man now sees everywhere
In the absurdity of his existence
The hate will seize him

Instruments of malice, mediums for negativity
Addictions, bleeding out of a strange daze
Perdition, life will turn on you and fade away

Devourment of ascention, The vessels of defilement
Portrayers of wickedness and might

Mans fight for resources
That are destroyed so fast
The soil on which liberty fell
Into the dust


PERDITION'S VOID

A virtue of the wise, a shadow of desire
To those in a void of iniquity
The surrender of the mind
Averted and shameless

Their woes come with passing days
Only great pain, protracting from all
From a single truth
Our veil of pride - nothingness is our chain in time

Embrace and inhale
Reject and repell

To nihilism we hail
In the arms of perdition's void

A sadistic utopia, in terminal ecstacy
Our eyes gleam with dismay
Blazing suffering in the distance
And the path it obscures

Sins of the richeous, virtues of the arrogant
The wrath of passive nihilism
Amongst your pity and doubt, I feel nothing
Fall for the rights of my will

Embrace and inhale
Reject and repell

Envoys for negativity
In the arms of perdition's void

Mankind revials, yet aches to embrace
A blessed barren womb
Hopes for the future and dreams of the past
Embracing desolation with a dying gasp

My bleak narcotic trance, a dose of apathy
As time breaks its bounds, expelled in chaos
We are its commandments

Embrace and inhale
Reject and repell

To nihilism we hail
In the arms of perdition's void


ETERNAL SCORN

Wearied by poisonous reason
Infection in the core of mankind
Renounce the highest of virtues
Eternal scorn

Follow our voice of retribution
Wither within signs of our reign
Forsake them, their time has come
In our dominance, they will die

Ravenous hateful proclamation
Made upon the lowest of blood
Manifesting in the ecstacy of revenge
Revel in our murders

When the blood of my enemy
Is spilt upon the ground
My pride is released
My scorn - unbound

Cleansing of opposition
The eve of desolation
As they fall before me
The pleasure in burning
Punishment retribuke
Rotting worlds encompass
Seasons of malignancy
The era of evolution
Torn souls cry out
In profound silence

My burning desire, to see every last one
Sent into the fire
Bring down upon, wrath and degeneration



I have tons more if anyone is interested

Song for my project Pseudopaean.

The Plenitude Principle


To vocalize emotions
Potentially bending the bars
Would require unrestrained angst
Which I cannot rouse

Meandering extensions
Perhaps on the best of terms
Cannot even convey
Initially where my mind tends to roam

I inch from the shores
Into the ocean in which I will bathe
The lonely sailor I find
Does not offer escape nor relief

My poles are reversing as soon as your tide turns

Increasing velocity
As I think should hasten my swim
Is only a thought
Passing by each side of my head

But I walk on water
With a stride so calm and serene
I am taking my time
While removing myself from my dream

Light my dark
From the hull of your transcendental craft
Or toss the lantern in-
-to the water for me to go deeper

Why hold my breath
Incase no one's noticed
I've had gills for ages
Which dampen severity... barely.

Whoops...

Anyways, this line:



And I enter the world of surreal thought,
My own world of distant memories,
Memories where light was within grasp

Just an example, could be better, just did it quick.

Personaly i really liked them. It was very dark and gothic but it was well flowing. i think maybe if you go more in depth or add more it could potentialy be even better

Early song I wrote:

Abhorrence in the air
At your flesh I will tear
Scream and cry I will don’t care

Repugnance thrives in the world we live in
Droves of brainwashed dolts and zombies of sin
The song of devil rings loud in my ear
It is my goal to make god disappear

You will join me in hell and your children as well
All of your prayers were nothing but moot
The Old Nick’s sliver cock, your in for shock
Satan is going up your dookie chute

Closed minded ignorant
You take in my crazed chants
Desires he grants

Repugnance thrives in the world we live in
Drove of brainwashed dolts and zombies of sin
The song of devil rings loud in my ear
It is my goal to make god disappear

You scream in pain in your chains
Your mind the devil will pollute
You will turn queer when Satan comes near
His steal dick is going up your dookie chute

Malignant blows maim you
My kind are far and few
Lick the sole of my shoe

The member of metal
Belongs to the devil
Sharp edges cut into your rectum
You’ll feel all the emotions in the spectrum
Perforating your insides
I sit on the sidelines…
Masturbating

Repugnance thrives in the world we live in
Drove of brainwashed dolts and zombies of sin
The song of devil rings loud in my ear
It is my goal to make god disappear

Your body he hates so, he’ll beat and he’ll rape
For he's hungry and your ass is the fruit
He’ll shoot a big load but before he explodes
He’ll say you look pretty cute

Start of some deathy type lyrics not finished yet but here goes


Spewed forth the wasted
Despicable decayed race
Claws at borrowed time
claws at borrowed time

Superior/inferior
The Alpha/omega

Fornicate procriate
Fuled by your wretched hate

I guess they are okay I dont really do alot of Nilistic deathy lyrics now. Mostly Philosophical based beyond good and evil stuff .

This is amazing, man. Reminds me of the poem "Dulce Et Decorum Est." Basically, you drew me in from when I read the concept of a soldier with a photographic memory.

What genre/style of metal, and what sort of vocal technique do you have planned for it, if you don't mind my asking.

Pentalarc

Here's some of mine. These may or may not be finished, that's mainly what I'm looking for here, to see if they need more work, let me know your general impression.

These are for my current project, Nun In Labor, which is about 75% southern sludge metal, 20% death metal, 5% stoner metal.

I'm also the lead vocalist in the band, so I will list what techniques I plan to use for the songs. To give you an idea of what I sound like, my standard vocals sound something like Buzz Osbourne crossed with Tad Doyle, my death growl is a low brutal, my black screech is pretty standard, but with a fairly good amount of growl to it (less clear than most). My sludge vocals are inspired by Mike Williams from Eyehategod, but a bit clearer, with both a tendency to either force my voice to break on purpose or go down towards a death growl.

No, I'm not ripping off, I'm just trying to give you an idea of what they should sound like.

Anyway:

Acephale
********

(thrashy sludge vocals on verses, low brutal and black screech alternating on refrain)

Honor no undeserving society
No kingdom built on hate
Reject the whispering tyrants
Life substitute for fate

One day we must rebuild
But now we must tear down
Dig beneath their dry, caked lies
Force them to see what we've found

Destroy
Subvert
Ignore
Pervert
Undermine
Invert

Poisoned by societal osmosis
We don't even know what we are
Or why we walk around enslaved
Or why we end up scarred

The stasis and internia
Of the trap that they've made
Established and institutional
We lie here betrayed

Destroy
Subvert
Ignore
Pervert
Undermine
Invert

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Gentleman's Agreement
********************

(standard vocals (think GPT-era Buzzo))

I need this numbness
To survive this life of mine
What you have made me
What you will never find

Reflexive requiem
My daily bread in smoke
Let's make an agreement
Like it's a fucking joke

A pissing rain
Falls down without the strength
To wash away
To wash clean

I need this numbness
To survive what I've become
What you have made me
I just wish you were numb

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Green Dawn
**********

(doom-y clearer than average sludge vocals)

Semi-inexistant one
Quantum mechanic key
Purposeless thrill criminal
Are you attempting to be?

Subconsciously she can sympathize
Didn't you always know you were nothing special
Now you want to be nothing
Now you want to be special

His skin is cold
He's got that cokehead wire look
Seems something reptilian
But a good supply, a good fuck

The unscripted one was warmer
The palette burning on the palate
Slumping eating breath mints
She swallowed her watch to be late

The secrets written in green
To fit the fucking time
The way her fingers touched her painted lips
While her fingers traced her spine



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Thanks a bunch in advance, guys.

Pentalarc

Currently Untitled:

In the depths of the darkness, where the corpses lay,
smell the stench of the dead as they come out to play,
shadows walk amoung us, hear them weep and cry?
in the dank of the morgue you know alone you'll die!

Monsters roam across the land,
the undead shriek,
wave their bloody hands,
The Old Ones start the rise above,
as God comes crshing down.

Mutants wander,
Deadites squander,
the remains of the newly dead!

Demons raise their mighty head,
the human blood is oh so red,
the dawning of the undead breed,
Satan rides his molten steed!

Flames engulf the mountians high,
lightning rips across the sky,
the birds are gone, no more they'll fly.
fiendish screams of those who die!

In the depths of the darkness, where the corpses lay,
smell the stench of the dead as they come out to play,
shadows walk amoung us, hear them weep and cry?
in the dank of the morgue you know alone you'll die!

It's not a lot of lyrics, but then again, it's a pretty short song, any feedback would be awesome!

Sounds good for the genre. I like death metal lyrics to have some depth to them. I'd probably do a few clean-ups, I'd suggest "Human blood runs so red," ". . ."no more will fly", and ". . .from those who die" or ". . .for those who die."

Sounds good to me man, i'm not great at lyrics but they're fun to write at times. I'll switch those around with what you suggested and use that for the next Zombie Raiders demo!

new shit
first one is cryptic (figure it out)
the other is a historical scifi horror fiction story (i guess..)


Juxtadecomp

Fist or fly
thus inclined former
its now time
you chose to fight
but now you have no sight
as runs clean through you, no ichcor loss
Appalling victory might not be the case
realize inside those things move with haste
they move in the night crawl, slither the veins
friends shall grow distant
much too late for them
their fate is sealed and the same
ankles start to creak in the first stage
and with the cold hunger's grip comes
you'll be the blame
Now you are what you fought
Spreading all shame



The Kuru

yonder and past white figments of ideology denied
ash falls around the savages teeth bared black
negotiations of incantation
dark is this mantra filling the air

what sicking to the ears
but the worst is yet to be seen
those women and children to fear
the laughter starts innocence so it seems
then come dry throat's cackling

hordes of mangled limbs twist every which way
maws foaming as the snake priest are enchanting
gathered the addled minds conjured to attack our defense
women and children depraved the helpless mass
assaulting our conscious rationality

flint spears and club hand in hand
the creatures reduced without much effort
charge the encampment we defend
steel spheres merge and exit wound maliciously
the blood thirsty deviants unruly to life and it pains
still giving off that appalling sound

rations and rounds run short
the volleys we focus more to hope and heads
with our barrages we pray to god
just a few more seconds on this wretched soil
screeches and gaffs, I must be going mad
and with the spin of the rifle on my comrade
I'll be one of them
Irony being the last laugh, as the jungle consumes us all

@Jackal

You're a very good lyricist..... some of the best unsigned stuff I've heard actually... thats all I can really say

double post, delete this

Green Dawn is very colorful. I like it. good material, all of it. would love to hear the band :]

Wrote this last week, it is supposed to be for a black metal song.

THE EMPEROR's DUNGEONS

The sky is black and the rain falls
Paradise weeps for the lost lives
The tears hit only barbed wire
And dissolves blood coagulated in the mud

A man died here yesterday
But he was hardly a man anymore
But a wandering death
Living but not alive

Destroy with joy
Kill the light in their eyes
Such is the words of the Emperor
Hail! Hail! Hail!
Scream out his 666 names!

Black holes in the earth
Anguished howls every night and day
The whip is always hot
The axe is always sharp and ready

You wade in vain
Through a sea of rotten meat
Scrap iron tear your flesh
And now you're dead
And your last breath disappears
In the furious roars of the storm

This song was actually written in Norwegian, and I think the original is better as my english isn't that good. Here is the original if it is of any interest:

HERSKERENS FANGEHULER

Himmelen er svart og regnet fosser
Paradis gråter over fortapte liv
Tårene treffer kun piggtråd
Og løser opp blodet som koagulerte i gjørmen

Her falt en mann i går
Men han var knapt lengre en mann
Men en vandrende død
Levende, men ikke i live

Ødelegg med glede
Drep med lyst i hjertet
Slik lyder keiserens ord
Hill! Hill! Hill!
Skrik ut hans 666 navn!

Svarte hull til jordens indre
Forpinte hyl hver natt og dag
Pisken er alltid varm
Øksen er alltid finslipt og klar

Du vasser forgjeves
I et hav av råttent kjøtt
Skrapjern river deg opp
Og nå er du død
Og ditt siste åndedrag forsvinner
I himmelstormenes brøl

Hey, I try to write simple but biting and meaningful lyrics...here are a few stanzas from a "song" I'm writing for my "band".

Whoever can guess what it's about gets a blowjob:

A drug that you don't smoke,
Inject, swallow or drink!
We pray to ghost idols,
Symbols of friendship!

And every fucking minute and hour
We only dig our graves deeper
And stare, wonder why the
Light from above disappears!

Did you know that if
You give the dog a bone
He'll chew it up and smile
Then give you one right back!

Weak men, weak women;
False strength coming from
The fingers and the minds
Of our disease addicted peers!

It came to me at night
The auro was so bright
But I was mistaken
For her eyes were vacant
Paralyzed
Is the state of her mind
Her body led blind
Crawling along on instinct
A member of a race now extinct
Searching through this place
To find someone the same
To find those like us
To pick our fucking brains
Because she needs to know
Just exactly where to go
From mountain top highs
To Death Valley lows
She will search wherever the wind blows
Tearing through bodies
In hopes to find another
But this hopeless goal
Will never be fufilled
Because tonight
She was killed
From mountain top highs
To Death Valley lows
She will search wherever the wind blows
Where it blows....

A piece I wrote in English Class when no one was looking;

Sexual Deviant Dolphins.

Gliding through the water,
with diamond-hard boners,
long oppressed by our kind,
now our weak they will find.

Tiny eyes glare,
winking suggestively,
snouts open and close,
screeching obscenely.

An unsuspecting victim swims,
the dolphin chases on a whim,
propelling his snout into the anus,
like an ass-seeking missile.

The bottle nose opens,
Spreading the cheeks horribly apart,
reverse bestiality becomes
perverse reality.

Onlookers are mortified,
as their friend is fucked to a pulp,
thrusts propelled by tailfins
destroy the organs within.

When the morbid deed is done,
dismemberment ensues, so fun,
entrails float to the surface,
tenderized meat for sexual purpose.