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Jeff Hanneman RIP (1964 - 2013)
all the Slayer fans will miss you forever. Thank you so much for that fucking awesome music and for all that timeless legacy.
DARKEST OF THE THE DARK
DarknessHidden within the darkest walls
Lies my crimson beating heart
Soiled by war's cries
Only the pain remains
Thus I live in the dark
As the abyss' depth
The light's glisten stays hidden from me
As if God were already asleep
Angels spit on my body
Laughing, driving me mad
Locked tightly in my own dungeon
Loneliness that weighs down on me
All faith has withered away
Lost it in the dark
Entrapped within myself
Ultimately born for hell
Trap DoorsMadness is devouring me.
Laughing in my face.
I'm searching for you.
But your future,
Is calling not for me.
I walk sidewards…
Then backwards…
Fall downwards
And don't make it forwards.
Incessantly went around in circles.
Fragmented pictures in front of my eyes.
I'm trapped within myself.
Breath taken by dead faith.
Circuit HellI have to go inside myself
To the spot where I shut off
Cause if I continue digitally,
My memory will crash
Self sufficient, independent
Why would I believe?
Self sufficient, independent
Why would I believe?
Programmed to assist the whole world
I’ve been upgraded
My world, its circuit hell
My world, was paradise on its knees
I will break, can’t last
So why should I believe?
GREATESTS HITS VOL III
Kill the GodsForgotten gods cluster together like constellations of post-mortem scars forming,
crystallised ocean remnants,
salt pressed and tattooed on the skin of human history
composing salt crystals and fingerprints and decomposing like dying cells and skeleton leaves.
The tides of us, washed and blurred at the edges,
smoothed like fossilised wood and glass pebbles littering waves of resurrections
reborn and torn asunder
the thunder of their hearts silenced as they
sleep (if gods sleep at all)
in infinity with the fishes on the ocean bed
(the quiet ocean death) of humanity’s collective
consciousness.
I wonder where the ghosts of gods go
where
Circuit HellI have to go inside myself
To the spot where I shut off
Cause if I continue digitally,
My memory will crash
Self sufficient, independent
Why would I believe?
Self sufficient, independent
Why would I believe?
Programmed to assist the whole world
I’ve been upgraded
My world, its circuit hell
My world, was paradise on its knees
I will break, can’t last
So why should I believe?
The Shadow Men
Born in shadow, raised in sin
Watch for Them and don't let Them in
They slither and They snake
They make you squirm and shake
Their night black eye's and Raven hair
With a gliding gait They walk on air
Sallow skin and shallow breath
Be wary of Them for They bring death!
These Shadow men They raid and ravage
They can strike fear in the most feral savage
To summon Them is a most black and frightful sin
For They have no inclination to begin only to End
"Shadow men, Shadow men We cast thee out"
That is what we must shout
At increasing volume but even clarity
Till the Shadow men become a rarity
Though there is a easier way
You mus
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GREATESTS HITS VOL II
GREATESTS HITS VOL I
Glass Bullets.
Hands shake, voice tremors.
.
Eyes lock.
.
Is my fear so obvious?
.
I am no longer connected to my body,
Flying around inside my head.
.
I hate that I feel so low…
.
Paranoia to the highest towers,
Shattering windows of stained glass…
.
Crumble and break,
Sanity snaps.
.
My body implodes…
.
Into a vortex my logic spins,
Tossing and turned inside out.
.
My stomach tied up in knots,
Butterflies killing each other to make room for Dragons.
Fire breath melts the icy heart…
.
Guns with bullets of hopelessness push through the skull.
Such thoughts were meant to harm.
.
I am left alone.
.
With my
PlaguedSo full of venom
and putting it to use.
Who loves cancer?
You're a disease that's spreading,
harboring only tidings of death.
I told you I wasn't afraid.
What had I to lose?
My mind- my cold, hateful mind.My mind is a prison, an endless chasm of despair.
My thoughts are the chains which grasp at me.
Behind the mask of skin,
the cage of skull,
is the blackened ashes of a cruel, heartless creature.
My self despising, hateful mind - venomous and twisted-
it delights in its never ending torture of my wretched, tired body.
And when the walls of hell freeze over, only then will I break through the ice of
my cold musings and bring myself back into the warmth.
In All Darkness In all DarkneIn All Darkness
In all Darkness, desire is born.
Lust is provoked, love is torn.
The eyes of the Night like a fire a burn,
Constituting a barbaric world a turn.
Once there is a taste of a strong desire,
It is hard to forget the flavor of its deepening fire.
The Silence is oppressing, the Darkness absolute.
The Fear bottled up, quiet and mute.
In all Darkness, the ache of Lust arises
With fear that chillingly compromises.
But of this comes the gain of mistakes
And the gain of unneeded heartaches.
Upon ending, Lust will fade
Like the golden shone of a ring copper-made.
During then their true colors show through
When the lovers’ Love
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XX
What vision is thisThere is a vision that floats in my mind,
where the world is illuminated,
by flames created through hatred,
which lick and burn the crumbling buildings,
turning everything to ash and dust.
There are people who are driven into madness,
from wretched venom that flows swiftly, through their twisting veins.
acousticyour soul is an acoustic
black and white picture
movie reel
captive sunlight
never yielding to release
giving shadows a new taste
of elegance, quiescent
the tranquil luminescence
that can trap a heart
in the photographic emulsion
or celluloid undertow
of slow motion
just as flammable
as a subtle combustion
kindling a rustic tongue
to move a languid expulsion
ladened with sorrows
carried like crystal shards
in a humble sun catcher
hung above a familiar window
prizing inconsequential matter
into flecks of golden dust
reminiscent of
beauty and
love~
Purge The SoulRifts of layered satin
move and cover whole
Overlapping limbs
and binding to the core
Struggling direction
as the rift provides more
Ways to turn and toss
and question
lessening the hold
Interwoven truths unbound
tethered to the sea
Currents carry taint away
simultaneously
let go of the handle
offered by the spout
Quench your thirst in rivers
clearing up the drought
Throw it all away
clothes cast upon the shore
'till ghostly skin is crystal clear
and find out you have more
~the purging of the soul~
The Sinner and The SaintIm a sinner,
Im a saint,
Im everything I’ve never wanted to be,
Im someone I wish I wasn’t
I wish there was a way to change,
I tried to be someone else but I just couldn’t.
Maybe life is showing me
You can’t be who you are
Without seeing through your heart.
-Kitten
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FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XIX
Born with DemonsFired demons in my belly,
and they’re trying to escape.
I choke in, I choke back,
I’m just trying to relate.
It’s true you do not know me
cuz no one knows what is me.
I’d rather die a million times
before I’d bare my soul to see.
But can’t you see the red of anger?
Something that I can’t escape.
I’ll bite. I’ll destroy you.
Wicked signs that show my hate.
It’s true you do not see me
cuz no one sees me as I am.
I am stuck inside a prison
blood-red knife inside my hand.
On my body, I am carving.
Yes, I know I can’t escape.
Keep dying. Yes, keep dying.
It is wrong to mess wit
The Blood Red Leaves Are Sanity...I climbed up this beautiful tree…the branches protecting me and helping me up to the top. The leaves a dazzling blood red…I watched the sunset with an explosion of colors, all of which surrounded me and hugged my soul. But then I recognized that funny smell…the one that had been bothering me the whole time. GASOLINE. I looked down, as the darkness started to choke my heart…there below me was a darkened figure…who had just struck a match and threw it up into my mind…the explosion festered into a plague that destroyed the entire landscape around my tree. I was left with ashes and a sky with no stars…but I coul
Fighting My DemonsI only wish you knew my demons, they torture my thoughts
They only lurk in my past; the present and future is locked
And as much as I try to run they follow me, drag me down
Even when everything is going my way and I'm so far off the ground.
But they shoot me with pain and agony which lingers in my memories
I blocked them out but they've found their way in through my dreams-
Dreams that turned to screams, sweat, and a fast heart beats
The only way I could hope to rid myself of these fiends is through me,
But I feel weak, diseased, and useless- that's all I am, all I ever was
And a broken promise has inspired me to get back up.
I ca
The truth of societyBeware society my dear:
them bastards'll kill you without remorse.
They'll take their propaganda gun
and shoot away your thoughts.
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XVIII
Eternal Abyss of SilenceShadows that seemingly extend forever on
Not dark but there is no sign of a light being on
No sound but your own breathing and the blood screaming through your vessels
This silence has killed the sanest of men and has emptied castles
No matter how far you go its goes on and on
You again will never see the sun
You need not bother about looking for it
For you are in the Eternal Abyss of Silence!
The GraveyardSelene casts soft silver light
Oh what a beautiful thing this night
Large stone monuments pepper this grim backyard
Oh what a lovely night for a walk through the graveyard
As I walk past a concrete post
The denizens come out to host
Nothing is quite as fun as a party run by a ghost
While the graveyard begins to glow with an eldritch light
I will dance with the specters tonight!
The Sounds of the ruinsDo you hear the mangled wails?
Trapped inside their stony jails
Do you hear the muffled calls?
Struggling for listeners behind the walls
Oh god! The noise is maddening
Their cries of pain are so saddening
I know not if this is reality or dream
But the sounds in these ruins make me want to scream!
Suddenly, the only sound is the slapping of my shoes
But quickly I hear something that brings me grave news
The denizens of these hallowed halls have come to carry out a gruesome deed
For you see they have a need to feed
……. Beware traveler of the sounds of the ruins
Lest you too join their deadly ranks
In All Darkness In all DarkneIn All Darkness
In all Darkness, desire is born.
Lust is provoked, love is torn.
The eyes of the Night like a fire a burn,
Constituting a barbaric world a turn.
Once there is a taste of a strong desire,
It is hard to forget the flavor of its deepening fire.
The Silence is oppressing, the Darkness absolute.
The Fear bottled up, quiet and mute.
In all Darkness, the ache of Lust arises
With fear that chillingly compromises.
But of this comes the gain of mistakes
And the gain of unneeded heartaches.
Upon ending, Lust will fade
Like the golden shone of a ring copper-made.
During then their true colors show through
When the lovers’ Love
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XVII
I'm a Witch BitchesTonight I burn
Tonight they've learned what I really am
To them
for this
I am damned
Tonight, greed takes the upper hand and commands man his legion of the damned
Tonight, tragedy's at hand
Tonight I'm damned
Tonight as I scream and the smoke takes me
They laugh and they poke for I'm nothing but a girl who spoke
To them I'm not worth saving
I'm a lost cause
Tonight
By this fire's light they claim its alright
Its gods rite and will that I burn tonight
They deem to damn me because of a star I wear
Tonight I burn
Tonight I'm the devils girl
Tonight I'm a witch
A harpy
A harlot of his infernal majesty
Tonight I burn for sp
Feeling everything, but nothinFeeling everything, but nothing at all
Like dust in a storm
Like tears hidden in a bowl of cereal
In the morning,
Like bitter wounds never shown,
and never cared for.
Like the ocean to the hermit
living in the far away mountains.
Like a small starshot in daytime
And the tiny cloud in a pitch black night.
Like all of this and more that’s either forgotten,
Or never seen.
Like one single ant
in one giant anthill,
Like the cries of a stillborn child,
Never heard
and never comforted.
Like silent tears felt in front of a blind man.
Like the sound of your shattered dreams
And like a song from a mute choir.
Like all of this and more that n
The Truth About Truth Know Truth,
Marry It,
Forgive it's Bite.
Infinite RuleSee with infinite sight,
Think with infinite thought,
Hear with understanding,
Touch with care,
Speak with out condemnation,
Love with the infinite heart,
BE without need of proof.
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XVI
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XV
Circuit HellI have to go inside myself
To the spot where I shut off
Cause if I continue digitally,
My memory will crash
Self sufficient, independent
Why would I believe?
Self sufficient, independent
Why would I believe?
Programmed to assist the whole world
I’ve been upgraded
My world, its circuit hell
My world, was paradise on its knees
I will break, can’t last
So why should I believe?
Dolls have eyesMonsters come to life, so why can't dolls?
Towering over the left out toys
Conquering the remaining castle's people
Dolls can be persuasive just like any real girl
Someday their paint chips off leaving them ugly and bare
Exactly how they are on the inside
The difference between the monsters, are they don't put on a show
They do not deceive and hide their intentions
We already know how ugly they can get
Decades pass, our little girls joints are wearing
Soon to be what she was meant to be
A girl played by others
An object with no real purpose but to amuse
Play DenMonsters follow us from the portals they are released
Crossing our paths right in eyes view
A glance to the left you can be sure they are staring back
Hold your head high take one step at a time
For if you don't, you may fall in their hole
What we call a rut in the road,
Is really a monsters play den
One which was created especially for us
Shall we honor that? Or flee from this creatures grasp?
They are master wanderers, doesn't matter where they end up
Humans are everywhere the things they sought after
A never ending supply leaves them quite content no matter the situation
So hold your breath when it's your turn to fall
Someday
Secrets spreadToday was the day I found a Rat amongst us
A vindictive little Sneak,
we now know that squeeks
Although it's a shame you got swayed
I'll still enjoy your punishment,
for that's my next role to play
So we're forced to prod and pry,
that doesn't mean we're the bad ones
Following orders has it's consequences
Don't be fooled by the masks you peer into
Think of us as actors behind the person you know
Our lines change,
new play's must be performed
Some people go missing during rehearsals,
but there's always an understudy...
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XIV
INTERVIEW IN SCI-FAN-HORROR GROUP
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XIII
SCI-FAN-HORROR GROUP SPECIAL FEATURE
ARTIST OF THE MONTH OF dA MORGUE AND INTERVIEW
MISTER TRECE INTERVIEW IN FUTUR MAESTRI
FUCKING GREAT NEWS/TO BE CONTINUED
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS XI
The Slow Descent into Dementia
Bound and left for the beasts,
what awaits is no end
No shade finds my flesh,
and the catching fibers
are slowly burnt to a crisp
And such a darkness,
the vision of my eyes,
Whatever lies ahead
The rotting time,
The old home of my mind...
the dust and asbestos
that corrodes
what fragments remain.
left for my demons-
I'm simply waiting for time
to drag me away and down,
for the rotting feast...
to begin waiting
for this life
to fade away
with every bite.
The Devout, The Divine, The Deceased
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
The White Morgue
Watching, my eyes saw the swaying limbs
thin and starved by winter winds...
Dancing, like moving cracks on the window,
Through which I did stare.
Imagine, the image so morbid above as I gazed.
unnerving to the anchoring blood,
drying up within the veins of my limbs,
much like the branches that sliced the air...
The roots dug deep into my back,
and the anchored blood began to freeze...
My vessels, destroyed by glaciers,
of icy blood, that once flowed.
The travesty, of the bullet plunged into my heart,
whose beat slows, and withers and fades.
Too and so soon, the loss of my life...
Now I play the game of patience...
Ignorance is Fear
What knowing have you
of what you speak?
The rotten fruit from which
you've bitten and consumed,
has truly brought to you
the seeds of idiocy.
What have you done,
to comprehend such words as provocative?
As pure and professional
are the letters that I form to art.
Doubt I that you
know a significant thing.
The ignorance you so proclaim,
is the fear from which you flee.
You dread whatever is misunderstood,
and without reason do you lash outward
with teeth and claw,
like some rabid beast, tormented by disease.
In the end, the clarity has marked
that yours is the feeble mind.
Yours is the debate of madness,
and the indecenc
FUCKING GREAT ARTISTS X
First World ProblemsI'm a slave to
the techno
Like the voice on t.v.
My car is a
classic red retro
And the engine won't go
My speakers are circles
The mind is plain nonsense
A rap on the door
Is another trap more
We are chemists
Yellow stripes on our heads
The economy's falling
And the hot water won't start
First world problems
Third World exploits and beliefs
Succumb to nicotine
Chew until your mouth drops
Smoke in street air
Why, I taste the excess
Ice is a commodity
Except for the type they create
We are chemists
Bar codes on our wrists
The market's failing
To bring us all that we crave
I'm no suitor
Cheap vodka's all I can afford
No budget's closer
To
Inner HellA tortured Soul
Hangs in the balance
Of life and death
She is tormented by demons
Calling her to join them
She tells herself she's just gone crazy
But in the back of her mind she knows
They are real.
They are here.
And they, will, win.
She clinges to reality
Hoping they will disappear
Yet as night time draws near
She is faced with her true reality,
Demons clawing at her
Trying to take control
And ravage the human world,
They wake her every night
Growling, laughing, pulling,
Throwing things to frighten
Scratching her to show they are all around her
Beating her faith down
Till she can no longer fight
Immaculate FailureThere's a black rabbit,
Looking for his white muse.
A sheared sheep,
Hiding from the wolves.
A songbird,
Left broken and aching.
It's shorn wings,
Brittle and cold.
There's a howling,
Nails piercing through skin.
Some monster,
Digs it's claws in.
And there's a worn skull,
That grins back in the mirror.
Mocking each failure,
Laughing at your fears.
And it tells you,
You're all alone
Immaculate, failure.
Left to your own.
All These Things. I am depravity, hunger, and gnawing need.
I am holy, damned, and all that you breathe.
I am exalted, salted, sulfur, unclean.
I am nothing, and I, am everything.
Sta.sh
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