Ogre piosenki

Murdered. Mouthfuls of shit and clotheslines of veins, The world is on fire and all is in flames. Gardens with skulls and large torsos too, A bike found nearby and an odd looking shoe. Shopping malls empty and the cemeteries are full, The past was dark...

The little man took the Cup, The Cup of Dogs Piss. And drank it whole. Turned slowly and smiled, Urine trickling down his chin. "All will die", he whispered, Running with his footless stumps. He screamed as he burst into flames. Devoured by Death, was...

He kills. Peasants make grand victims, Their faces disfigured, By the blades he wields. A man with a hump, He kills with pride: Murder urges all orgasms. His gut tightens. Ugly monkey-face peasants urge him on: A tiny child realises life is short. Th...

Suddenly the laugher Becomes the laughed at. The man with the smile, Will twist in infernal agony. The Dogs of Sick Deeds Rip the Hell Altar, As the Ceremonies Sacrifice the unfortunate Retarded child. Families gather round, And weep for a while. Th...

Comes alive in the night just to feed on the young, Hungry and evil and gagging for death. Guillotine preferred but still some are hung. Nasty. Nasty and depraved he hunts in the schools, Pig face and trotters, stinking of shit, His easiest prey being id...

Treacherous blasphemy they called it. Poetry it was. No option; altar goes. Spilling the holy muck-savage's trinkets. They are dead, Because their heads were chopped off. Frittering their insect lives Worshipping the whores that gave birth To them. On...

Robot Bastard come to me, fill me with your hate, Deaths contraption, murderous machine that never hesitates. Robot Bastard kill them all for what they've done to me, Indiscriminate sinister machine kills all that try to flee. Cities prepare for evacuatio...

Where does madness begin? Is it in the mind of the Crimson-Claw Beast? Or in the thoughts of the very-cunning dwarf? Many centuries ago, these were my thoughts, Until the unholy figure approached me. A-killing I went, legs torn off, Testicles trodden on,...

No! Please, please let me go, Oh red-horned-devils. I am the wrong person. No. Ieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Chain me elsewhere. To the Rock of Quarthra, But no, not at the gates so very Imperial. My body is stained from the blood of The Victims. The blackest urg...

Uggghh, Aarrgghh. Run, Run, Crawl. Screams, crunching iron, beautiful death. Evil metal pumping crushing destructive Smashing machine generates onwards. The splendid automobile likes to harass, And annoy the living with sights of Immense torture, death a...

Hurt me, wallop me, slap me, scold me. I want pain, I deserve punishment. If that's the best you can do, I'll take my business elsewhere. Wound me with your sally-stick, Make me feel better? None of it, I tell you! Who do you think you are sir? Imposin...

Calm, Sombre. I sit in the valley. Noooooo! IEEEEE!!! Sheer pulverisation I witness. My legs are wafers. Where are my feet? Disembowelled at the waist, insides slither Out. Moist, damp, raw monsters are distraught. Gabbling twits, rambling bastards,...

At the window he sits, Majestic-like on his throne. Evil man with bestial sins, Of unorthodox trials. The gatekeeper, the gatewatcher, None shall pass. His wrath is one that brings asunder, The poor. Priest, sacrifice pure deranged blood, Of the unwan...

The Pilgrims dancing in the moonlight. The blades are eventually sharpened. The first offspring were decapitated Within seconds. Heads were a-flyin' through the corn. "Blood and oats for breakfast", said Mary-Lou, A grin on her sad and mangled Skull. (C...

Run, I must Run, My Breath, I am losing. The insane man is close behind me, Laughing barbarically as he swings His Axe. Oh, what a sensation as The blunt instrument slices my back open. Face down in my guts, I lie. The brain juice it smells so vile, B...

Sins, I have many, For I am a sinful druid. The path of utmost darkness, Is the way., For all my Dark Ones. What a way, what a slaughter. No mother, dead daughter. Misty desires, clear excellence. Pathological lust of the Doofug. I have had visions of...

Sanctus, Spiritus, Sanatas, Haitus. The dark blackened skies, The redolence of rotting corpses. Gore-goons are all that remain, My angelic mongrels of shame. Moist and mossy, The furry glen. Vadge of the Ogre, Unearthly odour. The time has cometh fo...

25304 b.c. The Year of our Master. He arose to crush the fleeing infidels. With a mighty swoop the Living Were not. He played with children In a beautiful way. Fatherly in all ways. Master, show me your passions. Express the needs of the shaded few....