SADORAGE

Put on the slaughtermask n' on goes the deathgrin, you're dead spam already.

I find joy in all your horrors, a burning urge to kill persists.
Knife slashes, fleshwound gashes n' blood splashes.
Pools n' puddles of spam n' viscera are something I can never resist.

Weird, delusive illusions turn to razorsharp reality.
I'm the god of decayed carcasses with horrid, twisted facial expressions,
Thru the holes of the sadogoatmask that I wear I view the mess I've made.
Thru the holes in their heads I drill away all their free will.

Come seal your fate in the carnival of spamgrinding, I twist the knife slowly
n' celebrate the grisly dying.
The bowel is unveiled n' mine for the taking. I stick my cock in the ulcerous guts n' I hear moans of pleasure.
You like it this way, I know you're not faking.

I'm the fuckervoivod of decayed carcasses, I live for the buzz of fatality.
On and on goes the mastication, I whip n' stab n' hack
until there is but confetti of flesh, whirling in the air. I dance with the Frankenstiffs in the fountain of blood.


EXIT LIFE

Never was my lifewill strong, now it's dead for good.
No ambition of remaining left, nothing more here to gain.
Only black candles burn in my room
in a circle on the floor.
Shadows dance and fly around the walls
as if they were alive.
May Hells devils have come to view my demise?
A deathcold wind comes blowing thru,
I see not a thing but spiteful eyes penetrate
from all around.

The moment is near.
My hand keeps still for I do not fear.
With icecold conscience I pull the trigger,
spill my black blood and down it slithers.

Monsters approach, uninvited but I know for
what they�ve come.
Dividing soul from corpse is easily done, then into
Hells� furnace I�m thrown.
No remorse, I want to die.
Existence is over, I spit at the world and fly.

The moment is here. My hand is steady for I do not fear.
With icecold conscience I touch the trigger,
spill my black blood and out it slithers.


NOTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

Last night I dreamt I'd live forever,
I dreamt of life eternal.
Witnessing damnation day,
when sour, acrid fumes emerge from open graves.
Make evil rise above this night,
surrounded by venomous, thick grey haze.

Incessant silence and darkness agonize,
who will still remain when even time grounds to halt and dies?
All foul souls burn like tinder and then go up in smoke.
Comitted iniquity or not, in Satans flames we all will choke.

Depraved ritual make worldly order fail.
All turns to ashes as fervid winds wail.
Broken hope is what hope there is as the creator
takes his life. Disaster and chaos bursting free.
Cities plummmet in mires, it's the final augury.
Jesus last supper stares from the inside, nothing will be alright.

Shrieking storms of insects attack, carnivorous bugs pursue.
Dismay stains this world of shit when the dark one intervenes.
Absent craft of the holy puts the bullet in the priest.
Nothing will be alright.


Death is just this

Craniums moan the funeral dirge once again for this world.
An occult ceremony commences the beginning to the end.
Death is just this, careless sorcery. The curse of death
blows up in your stupid face, you understand nothing.
The worlds funeral is now, it has come from nowhere,
from the dark past, lurking in the winds that can carry
visions of a newer aeon.

The meek shall inherit a world soon dead and perished.
The meek shall see prayers were unheard.
The meek shall inherit adipocerous swamps so awfully fucking disgusting.
With gawking faces the meek shall inherit... nothing.
How does it feel to be so awfully disgusting? I really want to know.

I walk every night now, mesmerized with nights leatherlike wings around me.
Under thick layers of spiderwebs I crawl forth, chained to my hands dragged, listening to voices from below.
They speak of winds that shall carry long gone ages.
Rabies , sickness and all that is contageous. Still I'm horrorless. Blood of others may coagulate
in pure horror, when such horror has no impact on my bloods shape. I turn to smoke and
vanish. Death is just this...


Deranged

Alone in my madness I may do what I will.
I lost myself long time go, in the maze my head consists.
All the demons fucking me, raping me insane till I'm no longer together as one.

My soul-raped, devoured, suffocated and torn apart. It burns from within, derangement and decay.
Upon the stone cold altar I'm branded and extinguished. Covenant, the uttermost evil way to die.
We all sign the line in blood. Now the pact is made, we cannot be touched , never enticed von das licht bevekt.
Demons lusts, all aggressions nails me to the altarground.

Impaled-soulmutilated again and again again, until nothing remains.
Just another way to die, again and again and again. It burns from within, disturbed in every way.
All the demons consuming me in thousands of deadly sins and flames.

Infused with sulphurlike hate, contrites all begone.
Never more alone in my madness, the pact shall see to that.
Engulfed in the maelstrom, drowned in Satanseed.
Gutsfucked by Mephistopheles, veins and arteries bleed.
Chained and remained before the screaming inferno I recieve my Hellish bless. Fuck off!!


Decoction of the creation

The engine of the universe pulsates its energy into all the astral bodies.
Spellbound souls throb in the heart of of a mystic black vortex ocean.
Planetary vertigo, emptiness turns to killing emotion.
A razorlike rain slashes the deathcold surface, fractures the glazing black mirror.
Splinters of space trickle from above, fall down like axes and spears, killing thousandfold.

Disaster strikes indiscriminately with fury, frenzy and throe.
The decoction of the creation drips boiling from scars on my throat.
I picked up a splinter of space and drove it deep inside. A selfinflicted mark of madness, but abominably fucking divine.
Into the black vortex ocean I pulsate and here I've come to be. Another rain will reap again, the one who lives shall see.
The engine of the universe will forever be running, even though everything else go away.