Before Coffins, Hells and Nightmares
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Isolated, weird statues and trees The old church is in ruins Invocation of deathcross Old rotten crosses around Invocation of deathcross Invocation In a poor and unknown village Taken by doubt and fear An old church It is abandoned and desire for visits For those souls Who have not returned Take the course Towards death Isolated, weird statues and trees The old church is in ruins Invocation of deathcross The man opens the door Invocation of deathcross Invocation Between walls The exit door doesn’t exist anymore Old paintings of carved dead The poor man is in one of them A noisy and insane sound Explode in your mind The church guided by ancient rites calls him A high and acute laugh takes over In front of you comes the last breath and the light of death
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026
A beautiful and united family Living for your religion Surrounded by Christian friends They served to Jesus Christ There was no evil, no sins Until the stupid hierarchy Take away your joy, Take away your happiness Because of one detail, Stupid and tiny This he would not accept, would not support His mind was boiling, exploding and on fire A beautiful and lost family Now live your worst nightmare Surrounded by Christian enemies There was no meaning in their lives There was madness in his head There were perverse plans Take away your desire, the pleasure to live There was no deal, There was no mercy This he would not accept, would not support His mind was boiling, exploding and on fire On a beautiful morning The man picked up a gun He went to the church Murdered without mercy After killing everyone He went to his home With eyes full of tears Shot his wife, children and himself
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026
Macabre plans in your mind His unnoticed presence Cold and cloudy night Black and unknown atmosphere Deserted and dark streets Practic scenario of your madness The midnight necrohunter Get ready for the attack The midnight necrohunter Tracks will not leave The midnight necrohunter A prostitute, he will annihilate Perversion in your mind Morbid disorders An invitation to pleasure She didn't resist An acceptance of pleasure The hell she will suffer In the hall, sex, drinks and torments In the room, stabs, blows and screams Blood, fats and nerves on the floor Eyes, membranes and body fluids on your hands The Midnight Necrohunter The Midnight The Midnight Necrohunter The Midnight
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Aug 14, 2026