- 13 Swords
The shell remains, but the soul is gone. Cut in a frenzy of a primal driven rage. Your life is mine to toy with how I please. You pray to me because I'm the one who holds the key. Your blood I taste. Your skin I tear apart. Your body broken by a violent assault. I grin and laugh as you beg for your life. But there's no mercy, just the callous taste of death. Robbed of my innocence and left without a heart. Tormented by the memories of painful punishment. Mistreated and corrupted, abused and scorned. My suffering will not end until my demons are put to rest. I lose control. Madness embraces me. I seek your massacre for my release of my insanity. I need to watch you bleed; yell out in agony. This isn't right. How come I kill and kill again? What have I become? Whatever happened to my innocence?
- Abbadon
Contamination of your pathetic race. I will bide my time and poison one by one until I have my army of darkness to storm the gates. Burn your Heaven down. Slay your fucking God and take my rightful place as the master of this world. Armageddon's rise. The days of oblivion are here, releasing all this pain. Infecting the masses with disease. Apocalypse has come. The death of your paradise grows close. Embrace your fate. Accept the path that you chose. Unleash the Gods of War. I'll never serve in Heaven. I'd rather reign in Hell. My vengeance sworn upon my name. The slaughter of your precious Earth. The conquest of humanity. Your kingdom crushed, your kingdom burned. What you hold dear is what I shall destroy. You dare to make me suffer for my pride? I've embraced the blackness in my heart. Your punishment has made me devoted to this hate. I'll devour your soul. You'll end up just like me. Deprived of all your life. Stripped of your humanity. Unleash the Gods of War.
- Blatant Disregard
As the last winds scatter the ashes of the remnants of human remains, the blood filled stains the Earth. God has been destroyed and now we reign supreme. Can you feel death inside? For now life is shallow. The sons of Abbadon rise again. We are the gods of the last days of man. Disciples of vengeance with no regard for innocence. This is the reality you create. Toy with the thoughts of suicide. You will be my sacrifice. Your prayers now fly on demons' wings as I fuck an angel's corpse. A masked illusion. Sewn of flesh from those I've slaughtered. I wear my deception as I enter your soul. Look deep inside and see no compassion in these eyes. Tell the tale of despair as you shiver inside. Your spirit shall wither and die. Recognize my image. We are what's inside of you. The blackest corners of your soul you hide. Eternal hatred keeps me alive. Cower in fear as I tear your soul apart. We don't poison humanity. Humanity poisons itself. Witness our resurrection and welcome to oblivion. I watch as the flames of Hell destroy your perfect world.
- Bloodstorm
Vengeance rips through my body like a bullet from a gun. My black heart is a motor of death. My hate is the fuel to feed my bloodlust for you. My feelings of happiness and remorse long been gone. Now killing time has arrived, and to go with great stride I search for an outlet and find only one thing. Murder. My heart is stone. My morals deserted years ago. My hatred has turned my soul to black. I feel my humanity slowly decay. I see your eyes open wide as you breathe your last breath. My means of satisfaction: your agony is my joy. Corrupted innocence has bred the killer in me. My bloodstorm is never through. You were born for the grave. All I see is red. All I feel is pain. All I am is dead inside. Now the tide has turned. Your torment is my release. Destroy the memories as I witness your suffering. I deny your existence. My bloodstorm is never through. Now you'll fucking die. Bleed the pain away; the torture that you've created. My bloodstorm is never through.
- Born From Homicide
These scars of life. Brought upon by suffering in a hopeless world over run by sins against mankind. The dead will arise. Innocence dies. Suffer your fate. Global annihilation. Barbaric culture breeding wasteland. I bow my head and face the facts: the nightmare never ends. I see the world in black and white. This fucking life stripped of color years ago. No emotion. Drained of life. Sensations fade and I turn cold. Pain makes me feel alive. Burnt out of my existence. My heart can't take anymore. In a world that breeds corruption, I've lost all faith. Born into a world of infection. Tortured from the day I began to die. This pain inflicted feeds my rage. Tear this world down. Bleed this world dry. Smash this world apart. Burn this world down. Burn.
- Domination
Standing on the brink of extermination. Domination is the only law. Conquer all: no man is left standing. Slaughter until the river runs red. I am the warlord of your apocalypse. Ruins, my empire. Destruction surrounds. I am the destroyer of worlds. I cannot rest until the world is on fire. Unstoppable force: I am the vision of death. Prepare for the end. The time has arrived. No escape mother fucker, face destiny. Your blood is my strength. Your tears fuel my fury. You screams feed my frenzy. Bow down for your demise. My reign forevermore. Warfare. Wasteland. Worldwide extinction. When I close my eyes I see this world burn. Prophecy arise, for it is written "and the dead shall inherit the Earth". Messiah of oblivion. Slowly you realize that nothing can save you. You cannot kill what does not live. The realization. Your brutalization. Complete devastation. Your damnation.
- Empty
Don’t hold on to anything. Time will rip it away. The bleeding hands begging for connection, dead skin and pain the only reminder. The scars that harden my soul have reinvented my stance. When I look in the mirror the reflection I see is jagged and blurred. Too long now I’ve been attached, so take these pieces of my shattered dreams and rake them across my wrist as I watch my existence drain away. I can taste my own blood. Haunted by my regret, turned stone by hope’s demise, I only live for my own death. There are no cracks in my armor, yet I rot from the inside out. Hating everything that I’ve become, too much bitterness lies within. No peace until I die. So alone I remain a victim of my callousness. The murder of my very soul, forced by my own hand. The disgust of regret; the determination to obliterate it all. Let the pain be my salvation and embrace the desire to cut and rip and slash and stab and kill and fucking destroy. Trapped in an unending hell, my world belongs in a grave. Take this pain and bury it six feet deep. Nothing is left of me. I can only hold on so long; cold and empty, sick inside. I failed looking for my own release. No escape for a tortured past. Hopeless, I realize life is hostile.
- Gods Of War
I refuse your moral standings. I will strip you of your faith. I will make you beg for mercy. I was born to hate. A hardened shell; fucked up on the inside. Tied up and twisted. Spitting blood. Disfigured by the punishment of existence. Life is nothing. Death I can create, so bring on the pain. Battle cry. Witness the rising of the gods. This world will burn. For every scar I have endured I take a life in revenge. Immortal hatred, vengeance promised. I see the future as the blood runs from my eyes. Witness the reign of your creation. Drown in the death that you're released. I refuse your moral standings. I wills trip you of your faith. I will make you beg for mercy. I was fucking born to hate. It's an eye for an eye, a life for a life, a soul for a soul and blood for blood. This is war.
- Mark Of Cain
The curse I've cried will haunt my life. Forever left alone. I have renounced my purity. The torture of life my sanctity. Faced with immortal misery and deafened by screams of agony. My cries of damnation. Look inside these eyes and see my anguish building inside; never relinquished from all the crimes that I've committed. Cast into Hell; this soul rejected. The cross that I bear was the cross that I burned. Trapped in a world of death and pain. Only the mark of my existence will unveil these scars of shame. Begging for mercy has no impact. I'm forced to suffer for my sins. Humanity's pain is my addiction feeding the flames of my damnation.
- Merciless
Bled before my eyes. Death should not occur so quickly. Never said goodbye. Cut down in the midst of living. Promise; full of hope. Torn from those who gave you courage. Why were you the one when others deserve a crueler fate? Innocence dies young. All those left are forced to struggle. Sorrow fills my heart. Life becomes an empty waste. Pain. Rage. Hate. Decay. Nothing's left. All is dead. Sacrificed for what end? No justice, no revenge. Death before life. Merciless. Once proud, now you've fallen. Cut down by our sins. We choke on the poisons of humanity. This life drags me down. Damn this world. Life isn't sacred. My youth ripped away. Promises remain empty. Hopeless. Left alone. Everything good in life destroyed; worth fighting for all slaughtered. Let society kill off itself. I don't fucking care. Pain. Rage. Hate. Decay
- Pallor Mortis
No matter how hard I fight the burden is too much to bear
Defeated, incomplete and trapped in this nightmare
For years I struggled trying to find my place in life
Surrounded by the violence, hate, despair and strife
The stench of death envelops me
With graves as far as I can see
No blood just pain is all that’s coursing through these veins
Staring through my hollow soul with just myself to blame
- Razored Cross
Give me a reason for redemption of the human race. This burning world engulfed in pain. The bitter taste of blood is upon us. The future is a diseased world. Feel the hate twisting deep inside of you. No love will take it away. We feed off our violent behavior; living life with no regret. Just listen to the angels cry. Sit back and watch it burn away. From your birth, through your life, till your death: agony. Poison flows through my withered heart. All I've learned is how to hate. For all my life I've been a slave to my razored cross as it tears me to shreds. A prisoner to my own scars. My razored cross rips my soul apart. My heart is lost. My humanity is crucified. No salvation lies ahead. I've been waiting for the end all my life. No heaven. No Hell. Only the demons inside us all. As my soul rots, I feel my hatred rise.
- Reign Of Terror
This world has failed me. I'm the one who has been sacrificed. I break inside as I realize there's no redemption for our kind. I long for the days when I was a child and couldn't see the evils that existed around me; existed within me. I know what the future holds in store. My existence has been a lie as I die inside. Humanity is too far gone. No one is innocent anymore. All life polluted from birth; poisoned and diseased. Sickness invades our minds. Sickness invades our souls. Look around see the walking dead. We all should be destroyed. I gave all I could. It won't be enough. For our sins against ourselves, we're sentenced to burn. When will this madness stop? We've invoked armageddon. We've created a race prepared for Hell. We were our damnation, rotting from the start. Programmed for destruction, we've condemned ourselves. The mistakes we've made can never correct. This world is dead. Trapped in this fucked up world. Hope's blood drained by misery. Surrounded by burning souls. Life is my worst enemy.
- Soul Stealer
To you nothing is sacred. You spit on all my beliefs. I'm left standing with nothing and I owe you a bit of revenge. You've stolen my pride. Left me in a world of degradation. Bitter disgust in my eyes. Looking at a man I once admired. No matter how hard I tried, you still took away the things that mattered. Now I'm burning inside and my overwhelming hatred won't stop until you die. All this rage has made me go insane. This disease you have brought forth will haunt you to your grave.
- Trash Talk
You talk a lot of shit but you can't back it up. Thinking that you're cool, but you're just a fucking punk. You can't find a scene to fit in so you have to come to ours and talk behind our backs because you're just a fucking coward. Who do you think you are, trying to make fun of my crew? All of us are wondering "Just who the fuck are you?" You think you're better than the rest of us, you better think again because I'll beat you fucking down and all your trash talk will end.
- Weakness
In a world where life is uncertain and death is guaranteed, I realize this is my birthright to the age of decay. As the blackness fills my broken soul and main's soiled imperfection burrows into my skin, it forces me to open my eyes. We drown in the blood of the innocent. Live in the graves of the dead. Endure the fucking agony of all this suffering. The weak choose suicide. The weak choose addiction. The weak choose belief in a faith that sacrifice they're own kind. I will not submit. I need no substance. I need no god. I need no crutch to make it through this life. All those I rely on: no one. Those things I depend on: nothing. My survival lies in my own strength. It's power through control. Control through strength. Strength through hate. Hate through fear. Fear through displays of power. I can't give up. Your words. They won't force me down. Your chains. They won't bind me down. This life. It won't break me down. I will not submit. I'll survive on my own. I need no substance. I need no god. I need no crutch to make it through this life. All those I rely on: no one. Those things I depend on: nothing. My survival lies in my own strength. I will not submit.