Primordial Swarm - L'appel Du Vide

I spawned from the festering carcass of the old world and devoured all, slumbering in my cradle of decay formed from the dead I ate and excrete. Nothing more than a pathogen making my mark on the universe
Some learn to worship me a Tyrannical being filled with lust and spewing corrosion like bleach it washes over me and the whores that seek to secrete all their flesh by my feet they meet their chosen fate. Binary fission forms a Triumvirate to keep in place my omnipotent state.
Eviscerate your sons and daughters, mothers weep as they hack their infants i use the severed skin to masquerade as one of the children flayed well I parade around them defecting and lamenting whilst masturbating. I am the virus in the hive mind making you depraved, enslaving your race.
Reptiles arise from the shadows their allegiance assured as they bask in the gore
A pedestal of skulls holding up the throne seating my brethren who inherit my hate the disease born kin who formed from within

Redefine, redesign, hierarchy realigned, Asinine, assembly line obey and conform. Borne of the void, status quo now destroyed, engulfed in the mass of the Swarm. Forever aggressor they break under pressure, The cut-throat confessor, collector of sins. The sins of the children, the typical symptom, the conflict that nobody wins Открыть страницу с текстом

Here we see yet another worthless, nihilistic, entity among its rancid colony all blinded by the will of all omnipotent oppressors turning apex predators into snivelling, worthless, neutered wretches.
Desensitized by the medias lies I have become weaponised I’m reprogrammed to maim, not to entertain the moronic cunts that I gut and display, I want them to feel the pain at last something real and it’s me taking it away, I feel voices inside me calling for acts of depravity a cry for blood from a distant reality. 3 beings of twisted divinity each life I take they reward me, trading worthless flesh to become the machine, defile the defiler devouring placenta furthering the agenda of the dark lords vendetta. Keep piling corpses higher

Only malice shall crush the injustice that thrives as strong are now the gluttonous the weak all meagre and blind As a Shepard would tend and herd his flock, ill brandish a blade and cock back my Glock . Ascension to a form befitting of my role, as harbinger of death and messenger of the void.
I’m unrelenting, sickened, flayed and gore obsessed,
shit stained severed pussy on my breath, visceral entrails hanging round my neck, others watch inspired and join my cult of death, forming a mountain of human flesh, that we may travel up to see the world that’s left

I was once man then animal and now machine integrating tools to kill into my anatomy, only agony can justify my legacy. The screams of a dying whore as I liquefy her infant to fuel the chainsaw I use to rape her arse

Tearing out the mother’s womb
Sew their mouths they shan’t consume
Semen dripping from their wounds
Don’t prolong your species doom
Eviscerate the none conformers, they won’t learn to follow orders
Sacrificing sacred skin, show the tortured beast within
Lurking in a realm of death I see what I have to do before my quest is done
Kill them all, everyone Открыть страницу с текстом

Stood on the edge staring down at oblivion, the end of the ledge last worthless breath stolen away I cling to my fatal disease: Humanity
Jumping into the vortex opening up unto the complete utter blackness creatures emerging to pick at my dying decay hacking organs away drifting out into space I reach new levels of pain as my flesh is pealed and replaced
In the endless void I sook death but found first torment beyond comprehension, a foul mutation began to bloom in the absence of life
Once predator now only pray to the gods and the demons that occupy this vile place. I crawl to the monolith through fermented viscera and human waste to the gods that I serve they look down upon me and begin to laugh so callously they no longer care for me


“Tell me, what is it you will now do for me, you festering twisted monstrosity” Открыть страницу с текстом

In the pet cemetery I’m searching for my next creature to sodomise, don’t leave me alone at night
The feeling of dead dog on my dick is all that I live for, rancid smell, the matted fur. I need more
down on all fours begging for more, my pet to adore
I surround myself with sycophants they aid my gruesome deeds, we all stand around the grave watching the vultures feed
I spy a mangled carcass, I feel so erect. I have my minions make a large incision in the chest. My fluffers smear guts from the kittens I maimed to keep me aroused
To my surprise the Canine I came inside it came alive before my very eyes ArF aRf ARf
Blood pours from doggy shaggers, riff raff and back stabbers. Fangs bared and filled with pervert flesh gagging stumps are all that’s left of my men

I fall into the grave no one is here to hear my screams, see what Iv done or the corpse that il become, the demon inside escapes me no longer a tory under the magic money tree I’m subject to savagery unchained barbarity
(oh, hi doggy) Открыть страницу с текстом

Mass grave, a triumvirate of a covenant that made this place that they desecrate for their own sake amongst the dead these creatures masturbate. Funeral fog hides these fiends, tortured souls are calling me
Amongst the putrid sludge, lamenters call out for forgiveness for they couldn’t see their blindness while they served our blighted nation ignorant to mass enslavement serving those who fuck your children’s world and soul. Their watching you again deceived twisted synergy of evil minds at work to rule and keep your mind within perimeters of what you’re told, thoughtless actions doom us all. Flagellants secrete from wounds their bodies twisted, broken, bruised they watch the preachers scan the landscape picking corpses to copulate with as the end times are approaching, dark fantasies emerging. Brandishing the mark of death they excavate deep into flesh Writhing in the darkness are our planets overlords peeling back their stolen flesh revealing reptile forms.
to climb a mass of corpses and cry to their god above “tear apart your children let us relish in their blood”
And lo amongst the waste of earth a serpent rose of blackened light, and the head of the beast eclipsed the dying sun the sound a thousand children being birthed to the sight of annihilation forsaken by their by their kin last of the dying breed
A Primordial Swarm rise forth from the underworld, the polluted depths. Total extinction as darkness extinguishes the light of day now a cold dark memory as the elders devour the planet


THE LAST CARRION FEEDS FROM THE MOUTH OF GOD Открыть страницу с текстом

All this love from god but nowhere to put it, god damn you preacher take your bible and shove it.
Why don’t you bend down? Lest ye be struck by holy fire. I won’t comprise to your feeble lies, now kneel
I’ll bleed you fucking dry

Blasted Limb from Limb you’ll pay for your earthly sins, painted in sanguine, I’m not your average troubled teen, legs carved can’t escape drowning in a bloody wake, is your god the last thing you see or maybe entrails. Wading elbow deep through the gore I hear their screams. How this pleasures me, slaughter the Shepherd burn the Sheep, euthanize the unclean, reducing limbs to bloody steam. Paedo-sadists dying shrieks flow through me... helps me sleep

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr
I know you want my tender arse but you’ll have to settle for a gash across your throat you foul defiler, shot has made your organs splatter, sounds orgasmic feels better are you filled with lead or regret , all that’s left of you is pink mess il find another and then I regress smash your skull cut off your penis then il leave you bleeding, pleading as your temple turns to kindling and the darkest carrion feeding from your bones the world is healing, bloody remains dripping seething I hope have learned from my teachings carried out through savage beatings
Making martyrs of the Scourging
This Genocide feels so rewarding
Hand of god, cannot see
Hand of god, stop touching me Открыть страницу с текстом

I sink into cold rotting flesh a place to rest my weary head on the pile that I’ve made and carved with my unwieldly glaive my work of art, my dedication to the cause of spreading the word of our three worthy overlords
“Please allow me to sing you the song of my people before you’re reformed into paste to be raped and misplaced in my orifice” inaudible cries of hate for the human race, I slowly beginning to salivate as I contemplate your terrible fate


Rancid juices pouring from wounds of cadavers they wash other me and I feel so soothed and clean puss engulfing my entire being. I feel at one my pathogen god and I meat that leads meat to the slaughter. Bifid cavities start to ensnare me faecal matter encrusting consumes me
I tear through the death deity’s womb into my heaven I presume I expel your remanence into the land

all that remains of reality
all that remains of reality Открыть страницу с текстом

My father looks into hollowed eyes, he tells me his creation feeds from demise. Now go forth rape their soul’s end all hope hear their cries.

breaking through the dimensional gap between two planes of existence to feed and reform the worthless inhabitancies of this world.

My golden form descends in a cloak of flesh; I must ascend once again as ruler of a blood soaked earth. A crimson aura forms as the planet is terraformed, the world is carnivore. Remove all your Skin it’s not yours anymore.
Soulless, mindless creatures filled with arrogance shit themselves from the agony their rectal cavities spew forth blood and bile this is the first step of the transformation. Mortals convulse as their skeletons try to escape them through their gaping arse holes, I leave the perverted few who relish the flaying of man.
Amongst the septic mess my clerics tread the human slush they raise their icons made of bones and ligament to show that they bask in my light. Playful delight as they perform the zoophilic sacrifice. The Judas goat is dragged through the slaughterhouse. Seeing the error of its betrayal, screaming repentance pealed alive Открыть страницу с текстом

Why must I see these vermin before me? Spreading disease, the whores and the rats drown themselves in their own faeces
My Shadows are forming as one harbinger of my paranoia, my dawn of despair forcing my sickness choking on mass produced poison
I stand flayed icon of victim blame. Fuckers
I lie pained naked and ashamed drowning in a pool of toxicity
Mind erased by the pills you made me take. Humanity’s a cancer that im going to erase
My sickest creation meant for devastation, of the cursed flesh. To fertilise the death of those that I despise. A sickening form that stagers forth, hell bent on the death of consumers, liars, polluters.
A beating heart that fuels a tangle of wires, veins and human remains, blades protrude from flesh, filleting bitches right and left, enveloped by steel claws, I pin down these whores , recycle their Skin and pleasure what’s left of myself with what’s left of her
I am the machine
Carnage lives through me
Massacre machine Открыть страницу с текстом

My family tree’s impurity, this lack of incest is an Alabama tragedy my Xeno queen the fucking fiend has the audacity to stop me shagging our half breed; it kicks and screams it wants to feed on something other than my putrid human seed.
I sell jenkem to the parents at the preschool while my wife devours their children and my son he rapes their corpses, because he takes after his daddy. Get fucked up on my own stash and try to usurp Shrek’s swamp, flay the big green cunt and drown him in a pond of scum.
My trip is over what have I done? I killed my Xeno wife and drenched her corpse in cum well my poor boy watched exited he didn’t know what came next caved his little brains in cause I couldn’t take the screeching I head to the place where we first met in the noxious hive when the moon was bright and my pray still cried in the night to spare their lives.
My in-laws spread all across the walls, organs trailing across the floor and something crawls in the darkness revealing its tendrils and claws Il fuck its arse raw it’s time to settle th score I unhinge its jaw, slip , my cock turns to gore (autistic scheech)
Victory from bestiality I butcher them to attain divinity all that is left is dead to me I devote my crimes to the trinity in my head an endless cacophony of all that are dead the beasts that I bed and thing that I wed. I devote myself the void Открыть страницу с текстом