Dark Clouds- By: the damned

Dark clouds are gathering overhead
Something eerie is in the air
A feeling of discomfort sensed
The moon is behind the skies
Nowhere to be seen
Dogs are howling to the wind
Damp streets are silent
An uneasy feeling is about
Dark clouds are gathering

Night's Rest- by: the damned

Tonight I'm going to sleep
Tonight I'm going to rest in peace
Tonight I'll be at ease
The liquor will settle my mind
The silence will keep me fine

But what will the morning bring
Could it be gnashing of teeth
Terrible things may await
But I must leave that up to fate

False Existence- by: the damned

The small
Silent flame
Flickers in my room
The only light
Is what it gives
The room is empty
The air is thick
And my eyes won't move
From the burning flame
I thought I wanted to be one with it
Thus I placed my head over it
I went up in flames
The pain was excruciating
My body sizzled until it was crisp
Nothing of me remained
But charred teeth

Unholy Presence- By: the damned

Rise dead!
Rise from the grave
Infect the earth with pain
Suffer no longer in hell
Demons reign
Al little too much?
A little too evil, say?
The scourge of Dis will devour our souls
Oh, beware
They will get me too
Oh, hide in fear
Our existence will disappear
Can you feel horns pressing their way
Out of your defiled forehead
Succumb to the flames
Eventually they will ease the pain
Rise dead!
Rise from the grave
It is no longer your end
You dead have suffered demise in vain
Your three pronged staffs are waiting

I Breathe Smoke- By: the damned

There was nothing sacred but a death kiss
The curse caused my skin to fall off
I thought I could protect myself
I could not protect myself from this
It set my heart aflame
Now I breathe smoke
My souls wisps off my lips
Leaving soot on the walls
People say I should eat more
But they should see me now
Skin so thin
I can see right through
I look more dead than alive
When I see myself I can hardly recognize
I thought I was able to live
But I was only allowed to die
My withered body and I can find a hole
And fade away

Blaspheme!- By: the damned

Will someone be my god tonight
Because I haven't seen him
Since I killed him
And left him in the wastelands

Strange
I don't really miss him
I curse this damned earth
And it's inability to sustain life

My god is dead
I killed him so many years ago
Blaspheme!
That mother fucker deserved it

Ironic though
I probably killed a fictitious being
Faithless bastards
Follow so naive

Such a devout faith
They'll probably burn in a hell
Because they gave up their faith so fast
And closed their minds permanently

Will someone be my god tonight
Be they have six arms
Or an ancient power
Sacrifice animals to bail
I don't care

Just someone to talk to
Simply a human being
The so called Jesus was a man
Was a cowardly man
So anything will do

I haven't seen him
Since I killed him
Blaspheme!
The mother fucker deserved it

Black Sunday Morn'- By: the damned

It's a dark sunday morn'
Before the break of day
I already want to not wake up

Feathers of ravens
Land on my face
As I lay on my back
Staring at the sky

A cursed powerful beast
Black and silent
With the wolf
They will both devour me whole

My body will seperate from soul
Slide to the air
Watch ones I know live on

My exsistence will be smoke
I will always glide and float
A specter looking on from above

I can only wish
That I could reconcile
Or vanish completely
From here to the end of time

The one with the black heart
Was me, it was me
The one with the black heart was me

I knew others
But they've traveled far
Or was it me

You can't tell me
I don't deserve this
But I'll never be satisfied

The one with the black heart
It was me
And it took all this time
To realize
I am the black hearted

Broken Esteem- By: the damned

I thought maybe
That my friends didn't need me
I'm guessing
That I was wrong
Not by fact
But that I'm usually wrong

I thought things over
Until I simply gave up
I seem to disappoint everyone

I was drowning in my own fear
Now the time has come

I have no excuse
For things I've done
I do without thinking
And always reap the ugly reward

Someone could have told me
But no one cares enough
It's a reaction
To my not caring enough either

Ghostly Coast- By: the damned

There was the repetition of crimson tides
The ebbing and flowing of remorse
The appearance of blood soaked sand

There was the gray midnight sky
The sorrow an pain
And only one lonely soul in sight

I could revel in the silence
Or cry to the stars
But nothing will calm me
Like the crimson tides