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Corpsegrinderjunk
posted on 06-10-2001 @ 9:16 PM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Aug. 00
Born Of Fire

Join in my quest to leave life overturned
Spanning the world wave of doom
Spewing out death with the evil I've churned
Awaken the dead from their tomb
Love turns to lust the sensations I've felt
Exploring the pleasures of sin
Making the best of the cords I've been dealt
Adjusting the odds so I win
Unleash all my burning wrath
Potential killing machine
Take down all who block my path
Enjoying all that's obscene... born of fire
Prince of all darkness initiation
Ritually baptized in flames
Next to the throne my abomination
Spreads terror throughout the domain
Master the art that controls the impure
Inherit the infamous keys
Thousands of centuries I will endure
Tyrant of all the prophecies
Some have called me Satan's son
A name I cannot deny
Wielding fury that's second to none
Far too vile to confine... born of fire
All things dead must rise again
When twilight blanket falls
Splattered red you'll find my den
Blood dripping from the walls
Dreams born of desire
Shaped and forged within the fire
Twisted, warped, deranged I see
The world's corrupt insanity
Dreans possess nightmarish figures
Burning can't escape the embers
Lost are those who trust in Liar
Satan's son I'm born of fire




Why fucking bother

"Think before you write" - Froy


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adolescentmasturbator
posted on 06-10-2001 @ 9:37 PM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Jan. 01
Live by the sword and help to contain
The helpless minds of you all
Die by my hand in pools of blood
Clutch yourself as you fall
Mindless tyranny, forgotten victims
Children slaughtered in vain
Raping the maids, in which they serve
Only the words of the Lord

Die by the sword
Die by the sword

Satan watches all of us
Smiles as some do his bidding
Try to escape the grasp of my hand
And your life will no longer exist
Hear our cry, save us from
The Hell in which we live
We turn our heads toward the sky
And listen for the steel

Die by the sword
Die by the sword

Watch as flowers decay
On [the] cryptic life that died
The wisdom of the wizards
Is only a neurtured lie
Black knights of Hell's domain
Walk upon the dead
Satanas sits upon
The blood on which he feeds

Die by the sword
Die by the sword




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spitfire421
posted on 06-11-2001 @ 9:56 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Dec. 00
May 22nd!

SOUTH OF HEAVEN

An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time.
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs.
Judgment day the second coming arrives.
Before you see the light you must die.

Forgotten children, conform a new faith,
Avidity and lust controlled by hate.
[The] Never ending search for your shattered sanity,
Souls of Damnation in their own reality.

Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive habitat.

Bastard sons beget your cunting daughters,
Promiscuous mothers with your incestuous fathers.
Engreat souls condemned for [all] eternity,
Sustained by immoral observance a domineering deity.

Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive sabbath.

On and on, south of heaven [x 4]

The root of all evil is the heart of a black soul.
A force that has lived all eternity.
A never ending search for a truth never told.
The loss of all hope and your dignity.

Chaos rampant,
An age of distrust.
Confrontations.
Impulsive habitat.

On and on, south of heaven [x 4]



Silent hell on the marble slab
The best trip that I've ever had
Higher than a jet plane, pass it around
My drinks on empty, need another round

I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Higher than a jet plane with you
Welcome Boodadude and SpiritOfDirt to the School of Altered Reality, all problems should be addressed to spitfire@opieanthony.com :)
Brokenjaw
Always will bow down to the power of the Faceman!!!!
posted on 06-11-2001 @ 11:14 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Nov. 00
NECROPHILIAC

Morturies dead of night
My body starts to rise
In my mind the horrors lives
To feel death deep inside

Relentless lust of rotting flesh
To thrash the tomb she lies
Heathen whore of Satans wrath
I spit at your demise

Virgin child now drained of life
Your soul cannot be free
Not given the chance to rot in hell

Satans cross points to hell
The Earth I must uncover
A passion grows to feast upon
The frozen blood inside her

I feel the urge the growing need
To fuck this sinful corpse
My tasks complete the bitches soul
Lies raped in demonic lust


Her stomach burst the casket breaks
The seed has taken form
A writting shape of twisted flesh
The devils child is thrown

Hungry for the smell of death
He rules forbidden evil
Vengeance with a frenzied hatred
The bastard now must die

Lost souls of the dead
Form legions that burst through hell's gates
Death of one sacrifice
To avenge the raped corpse from the grave
Blood of one mortal man
The fire grows stronger within
Fate of a frenzied lust
Lucifer takes my dark soul
Down to the fiery pits of hell




FUCK YOU TEQUILA

White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic fingers at me
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high




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DreamWeaver
posted on 06-11-2001 @ 11:34 AM      
O&A Board Regular
Registered: Sep. 00
Angel Of Death

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The way that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in, like cattle you run
Stripped of your life's worth
Human mice, for the angel of death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood
Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race
Surgery, with no anesthesia
Fell the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher, angel of death
Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins
Pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin
Your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he's creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid angel of death
Flying free
Angel of death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher, angel of death
Angel of death




Thanx to Brokenjaw for the pic "Better to be hated for who you are then loved for who you're not" ---Phlogiston Verdigris
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SpiritOfDirt
posted on 06-11-2001 @ 11:42 AM      
Psychopath
Registered: May. 01
Hey corpse, nice sig pic. The other one was too disturbing. LOL


-Fictional Reality-

Crisis feeds the lunacy
All fear the new machine
Consumed democracy returns a socialist regime

It's laid to rest without a contest
All hail the new incompetence
Masking you see what to believe
A drone in the world of anarchy

Treachery, misery, violence, insanity
Scavengers closing in
Covering the truth again
Castrate society
Fictional reality


Insecurity afraid of things you cannot see
Words become the image of the enemy

You can't dissect what was correct
Vengeance based on how things were said
Can't see your side conflicts with mine
Frustrations lead to complete demise

Treachery, misery, violence, insanity
Scavengers closing in
Covering the truth again
Every trial conspiracy
Compassion is the enemy
Paralyze, criticize
Breaking through the wall of lies


Suicidal hierarchy racing in reverse
Everything that's done today will be tomorrow's curse

Screams in my head precede your death
Can't hold the rage when the truth is shed
Blind lead the bind line after line
In a world too shallow to defy

Treachery, misery, violence, insanity
Scavengers closing in
Covering the truth again
Castrate society
Fictional reality





THE ROOT OF THE PROBLEM HAS BEEN ISOLATED


I am a budding product of Spitfire421

This message was edited by SpiritOfDirt on 6-11-01 @ 11:46 AM
Tony Metropolis
posted on 06-11-2001 @ 12:52 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Feb. 01
Altar of Sacrifice

Waiting the hour destined to die
Here on the table of hell
A figure in white unknown by man
Approaching the altar of death
High priest awaiting dagger in hand
Spilling the pure virgin blood
Satan's slaughter, ceremonial death
Answer his every command

Death will come easy just close your eyes -
Dream of the friends you'll see
Heavenly failure losing again
Move on to a new form of life

Altar of sacrifice, curse of the damned
Confronting the evil you dread
Coalesce into one your shadow and soul
Soon you will meet the undead

Altar of sacrifice, curse of the damned
Confronting the evil you dread
Coalesce into one your shadow and soul
Soon you will meet the undead

Enter to the realm of Satan!

Blood turning black, the change has begun
Feeling the hatred of all damned in Hell
Flesh starts to burn, twist and deform
Eyes dripping blood realization of death
Transforming of five toes to two
Learn the sacred words of praise, hail Satan

A gift of powers disposed upon you
Use them when you feel the need
Master the forces and powers of Satan
Controlling the creature's instinct
Drawn to the castles that float in the sky
Learn to resist the temptation
Watching the angels sift through the heavens
Endlessly search[ing] for salvation


"I am a sophisticated sex robot sent back in time to change the future for one lucky lady." - The Shermanator
Jon Benet Norton
G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S.
GTA3 Criminal Activity Specialist
posted on 06-11-2001 @ 1:29 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: Dec. 00
Raining Blood

Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition

The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone

Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above

Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away

Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!




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Corpsegrinderjunk
posted on 06-11-2001 @ 3:02 PM      
O&A Board Veteran
Registered: Aug. 00
War Ensemble

Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood faced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The number that are dead

Chorus:Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Chorus

Be dead fiend from above
When darkness falls
Descend onto my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Regime prophetic age
Old in its time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crimes
(era forever more... war)

Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining by the night
In blood faced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat

Chorus:Sport the war, war support
The sport is total war
When victory's a massacre
When victory is survival
When this end is a slaughter
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill





Why fucking bother

"Think before you write" - Froy


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NJopposition
posted on 06-16-2001 @ 5:41 PM      
Psychopath
Registered: May. 01
GOD HATES US ALL, coming this summer, be prepared, i heard 2 songs and its fuckin insane.....




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