We Belong in the Grave
Pestilence forms amidst The suffocating lifeless soil With rapidly dissolving vacant flesh Repleted to extremity Contrived between submerging Gagging victims blare From deconstructed throats Pursuing segments yet to be Subjected to conversion A final statement fruitless Termination seeking filth Beyond Loss of hope Mutilation Leveraged final salvation Of life rupturing Thus before us forming Birth artificial Ending the era of man Elation forfeit False martyr birched Replaced We belong in the grave
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
Rise A final errand I must undertake A stand, a noose, and without affliction Enclosed within acrimony ineffectual By humankind appointed to expire Faces Execration Murder-seeking Frowning upon Glancing At carrion Decomposing Puss-filled slabs of limbs The dusty rope all drenched in blood And seeping body fluids Will moisturize the sands beneath I finally ascend Rope gripping tightly under The jaw the stand beneath My body liberates Come! Reap the crop you sowed Grab the ripest fruit Wrap the rope around my neck Pull the lever watch my body shake Appendages bound, the face is distended Gradually approaching choking Pupils exiting the line of sight The neck stretches, arteries and veins collapse from pressure The larynx and the trachea occlude, I thus submit Your mind I accompany Reaching aberration Complete loss of lucidity Life adjourned Eternal vegetative state Present I remain Observing mindless herds Of mortals calamitous Heading towards self-extinction Swift and inevitable
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
Fear a serpent-like presence Teaches me clairvoyant feats I am of foreign mind enough now Delivering the gift of pain and suffering It liberates Blight Amidst Faithlessness, conversion By the prophets sent into the plains of illness Upon those blinded fatal dreams erupt Carrying a sign of a plague to come Thus they shall suffer With foresight forfeit My subjects, adhere to The images in your mind I have placed A testament to past transgressions detrimental Worthy of a slow and grueling end A lost abandoned herd Of mortal fools Cursed with stolidity No sight of sense or reason Approaching the abyss Go my children and receive it That which you have built by choice I shall cleanse your soul and physical body Your mind already crumbling from birth Fall before me spineless wretches And embrace your final purge Choiceless There never was a way to choose progress When human nature is self-destruction
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
The end is come - Terminal juncture Your demise on deaf ears falls Pen of grief Remains unnoticed Your accursed bane Pushing away Continuous effort In vain only causing ache Rubble of torment Mixed with Anguish and stigma Slowly Tightening the noose Around your neck At last To your surprise Life lingering still The end eternities away A moment turned Into perpetual torture Echos of a life once had Collected in prayer Repulsed by boundless torment Hammered by the silence Of a bygone love Clinging on to memories Of possessions absent A point is reached where There's no turning back Flames from the precipice Steadily gorging Swallowing up what remains Of lives preceding end Bones rot Fracturing from cold enshrouding Vain blares Shall not escape the tomb now eternal You cannot forget Dread One omnipresent Of death It knows you by name and betrayal is futile This is now the final moment as your consciousness abandons Flesh and bone
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
Festering open wounds Abandoned, seeking refuge Between contemporary Corpses facing ceiling A light, the crescent Surfacing of coming terror From beneath a past calamitous Renewing leeching workings As if believed to be Septic running, losing time Upon a number written Sections lost I thus submit A grueling end, an expiration imminent Subsequently, no loss of consciousness And in the face of my demise A mirroring reflection Of pain and violence Eternally conceived I then escape the dream of hope And paralyzed I am by silence To time and space oblivious Between continuous end of life Ending only in extinction The mind awake The pain still Body frozen I feed the life Inside this chamber Foreign memories retained In strangled corpse piles I remain stuck and Sensory deprivation Over understanding of placement Sickness instilled from life In my termination Salvation has come A bloodied body tossed and set ablaze A prized possession once of living Now of suffering indefinite Leaving life to become nothing And as such I shall forever remain To be Dismantling Depleted drops of worry As emptiness engulfs All thought Soliloquy, the final stage Secreting the final end
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
As I remain deceased My flesh In treachery abides Pulsating as A withered Similitude of man Emptied crux Wholly devoid of life Eyes roll back And begin to see Into vortices Of a thousand agonies Virulent From an udder infirm Pupils dissolve Curtains of darkness Multiple murky hands Emerging from the crawling void A thousand fingertips Disheveled from death They grab me dragging me down Nearing the open mouth Of perdition eternal The infinite weight of the chasm Whispering words Of damnation I abandon myself To the ecstasy Of the end
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
Rupture from the pressure Crevices flooded And the pain Thunderous torment Following a chain of suffering Above the eyes And behind An implosion In an instant Distress unbearable in Erratic final end All I see is under A bleary shroud of light No longer here but not vacant As anguish consumes my body and mind Why? Such a painful end Sudden No Reason
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
Splitting the page Thwarting the foil Building to see Atrocities Encompassed breaths From vindication Restiveness An array of provocation An ornate throne Wreckage is spread across eternity No way to see To comprehend completely By design reaching intention Altering what has yet to be Using all the tools To feel distinctly omnipotent Seeking triumph In time of greed I feel Gaze of the adversary And Constant onslaught Synchronicity Culling things of virtue Forced into obscene Endless struggle Animosity Burning of order perdition Grabbing by the neck
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Finntroll — Aug 21, 2026