stay away

Wypełzamy z czeluści, z twojego wnętrza, Czarna plaga, co światem zawładnie bez sprzęża, Przychodzimy po ciebie, po mięso i krew, Twoje ciało to świątynia, a my to jej gniew! (Refren) Żryj, ssij, rwij, rozpielaj, To nasz czas, to nasz raj, Twoje życie, nasz pielony tron, My owsiki – a ty nasz zgon! (Zwrotka 2) Jesteśmy głodni, jesteśmy wściekli, W twoich jelitach my – królowie przeklęci! Nie ma leku, nie ma zbawienia, To owsicza pierdolona dominacja! (Refren) Żryj, ssij, rwij, rozpielaj, To nasz czas, to nasz raj, Twoje życie, nasz pielony tron, My owsiki – a ty nasz zgon! (Mostek – szept demonów) Czujesz to? Jak cię gryziemy? Niszczy-my, niszczy-my! Każda noc, każdy dzień – Jesteśmy w tobie, to twój cień... Zarażamy świat, nic nas nie powstrzyma, Jeden człowiek, jedna ofiara, Czekaj na koniec, czekaj na rzeź, Bo my nie odejdziemy – nigdy, NIGDY W PIERDOLONYM ŻYCIU! Żryj, ssij, rwij, rozpielaj, To nasz czas, to nasz raj, Twoje życie, nasz pielony tron, My owsiki – a ty nasz zgon!

In shadows deep, where the darkness breeds, I rage against the chains that bind my needs. Through the fire and ash, I seek my crown, Drowning in a storm, I won’t back down! Piss on me, feel the burning rain, A torrent of fury, washing away my pain. Scream in the chaos, unleash the beast, In the temple of madness, I’m the sacrificial priest! Blood and iron clash under the midnight sky, With every scream of agony, I’ll spread my wings and fly. Defiant and bold, with a heart made of steel, I rise from the ashes, with vengeance I feel! Piss on me, feel the burning rain, A torrent of fury, washing away my pain. Scream in the chaos, unleash the beast, In the temple of madness, I’m the sacrificial priest! Through the rivers of sorrow, I will conquer the pain, As the echoes of the fallen call out my name. I stand on the edge, where the shadows converge, With a roar from the depths, the beasts will emerge! Piss on me, feel the burning rain, A torrent of fury, washing away my pain. Scream in the chaos, unleash the beast, In the temple of madness, I’m the sacrificial priest! So let the world drown in this venomous sea, For I shall rise again, eternally free! With the winds of rebellion, I’ll shatter the night, In the echoes of Metal, I unleash my might!

Shakespeare: Ah, dark specter, clad in sable, thou dost appear, With scythe in hand to claim souls near and dear. Yet mark thee this: I wield the quill, my art divine, Immortal verse shall outlast thy shadowed line. Grim Reaper: Thy words are but whispers, thy time draws nigh, For ink and parchment crumble as mortals die. I am eternal, the harbinger of fate, Thy sonnets shan't save thee from the reaper's gate. Shakespeare: Though flesh may wither, and bones to dust be ground, My words shall echo, their beauty unbound. Kings may falter, and towers may fall, But my rhymes shall endure, outliving them all. Grim Reaper: Thy vanity blinds thee, poet of yore, For shadows stretch long on the Reaper’s shore. Each soul I gather, a verse untold, While thy quill doth falter, thy blood runs cold. Shakespeare: To die is but a stage, a role well-played, Yet my prose illuminates where shadows laid. The world a canvas, my words the hue, Whilst thou art but silence, the dark residue. Grim Reaper: Silence? Nay, fool, I am the final call, The curtain that drops on thy earthly thrall. Men fear my presence, yet none escape, While thy words fade with time, like a phantom shape. Shakespeare: A phantom I may be, but mark it clear, Thy scythe cuts not the spirit, it knows no fear. My legacy thrives where thy shadow creeps, For in hearts of men, my language sleeps. Grim Reaper: We’ll meet, bard, when thy quill lies still, When thy ink runs dry and wanes thy will. But ‘til then, write on, though futile thy fight, For the Reaper awaits at the end of the night. Shakespeare: Await thou must, for I tarry long, My spirit soars in eternal song. Dark Reaper, thou shalt ne'er confine, For the poet's soul is truly divine.

Intro (Dissonant, haunting guitar feedback, slow tremolo picking building tension with intermittent shrieks and howls, fading into distant whispers) The temple of rot beckons… The stars align for the final sacrifice… Verse 1 (Cold, raspy growls with frenzied shrieks, a sense of creeping madness) I walk the path of rotting stone, Screams of the dead, they carve the bone. Blackened skies, the gods decay, In silence, they whisper of the end of days. Pre-Chorus (Guttural growls with slight vocal fry layering, eerie atmosphere) Beneath the earth, the temple bleeds, A kingdom of ruin sows the seeds. The altar cracks, the blood runs cold, Sacrifice, the truth unfolds. Chorus (Cold, harsh shrieks with deeper growls, eerie and shrill) Through rotting temples, I ascend, Worship death, the cursed end. The stars will burn, the earth will quake, All shall kneel for the serpent’s sake. Verse 2 (Dissonant riffs with chaotic tremolo picking, dark and cold atmosphere, layered with tortured vocal shrieks) The fallen angels tear the sky, Their broken wings, they can’t deny. Through fire, through blood, through death’s cold stare, We drown in madness, despair in the air. Pre-Chorus (False cord growls, building intensity) The silence screams, the void commands, The temple crumbles in my hands. I raise the knife, the angels cry, Through the flames, we shall die. Bridge (Chaotic guitar solo, fast tremolo picking over dark, groaning vocals) Torn apart by the void inside, Devoured whole by the black tide. Skin and bone are nothing now, In death, we meet—our final vow. Chorus (Layered vocals: deep, guttural growls mixed with high-pitched shrieks and echoes) Through rotting temples, I ascend, Worship death, the cursed end. The stars will burn, the earth will quake, All shall kneel for the serpent’s sake. Breakdown (Slow, pounding rhythm with torturous pig squeals, drawing tension) Flesh dissolves beneath the crown, The god of rot is breaking down. Through shattered limbs and broken light, The final sacrifice tonight. Outro (Spoken in raspy, cold glottal fry, slowly fading into distortion) Through the temple’s blood-stained walls… The final prayer is whispered low… The void is endless… and we are nothing. Eternal screams will echo—forever. (Sounds of distant chanting, eerie wind, and feedback fading into the void.)

time you see me in gone, time you hear me im done. get yourself away thats all i wanna say, you cheater you liar you cant be what i want. so set me free and disappear