Hail the Chaos
Praise Disorder
The dead have
Compromised your borders
Stench of death
Blood fills the air
Filled with their cries
Thick with despair
Feast on flesh
Gnaw the ribcage
Bones picked clean
A primal rage
Can you see
The horrors you have wrought?
Your plans, ambitions
Come to naught
Helpless, you cower in your homes
Worthless, your leaders on their thrones
Insurrection, rising from the grave
Extermination of all life we crave
Rise, against the living
Demise, is certain for all shall pay
The skies, grow black with smoke
Your eyes, they widen in fear
Where is your God now?
He doesn't hear your screams
Your faith is worth nothing
Religion, a contagious disease
So flee, as courage deserts you
We're coming for you now
There's nowhere you can escape to
As the dead, they ravage the town
Death to the living
For they are no longer worthy
To rule the world above ground
They scorn, those down below
Author notes
Huzzah! A return to "holy-shit-what-the-Hell-was-that?" writing! This pretty much came from me listening to a crapload of death metal (Cannibal Corpse, woot!!!) and grindcore stuff (I consider Black Dahlia Murder to be grindcore and if you disagree, I don't care, you're entitled to your own opinion, even if it's wrong) then thinking about how the planet would probably be better off if the human race was suddenly wiped out in a suitably horrific manner. This was somewhat intended to be lyrics, but only somewhat. I had a kind of beat/rhythm in my head as I composed this work, so this has been the first real songwriting attempt I have made in quite some time.
Whatever
Comments
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o.0
wow. This is exactly what I needed to see on my return to this site. you are right! holy shit what was that?! heh, no, I agree. I can imagine the beat. Nice!
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