Slaughter In A Grave
It's a killer and it's prowls
Night after night
It's murderer in the vault
It lives for a fight
It's a story of soul
That has come for revenge
On murderous grounds he
Seeks his victims for the night
Listen to the night for
The shout of the skull
It's the call of death's return
And the vengeance of the God
It's a bad land and the
Storm comes to chill
It's a passage and the killer
Feels remorse to kill in fear
It's a victims who fixes the man with hate
A dead man drives crime in his
Fate so near
In the black vault the strange
Spirit commands the victims soul
To return in his body and to
Revenge his bloody murder so cold
On the screaming place
Mad spirit reighs with his killing soul
On his crazy face the vengeance
Makes it's course with fever...
In vaults
song performed by by Voivod
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Sadistic Sinner
Alone in my house
Full of hate and fear
Your death is near
My passion for killing will take you to death
I slay a victim I torture his wife
They die by my knife
I'm coming for you
So take your last breath
The more I kill, the more the need grows
I dislodge the eyes and hack off the nose
CHORUS
I'm a sadistic sinner
I will slash you at will
It is the devil inside me
Who makes me wanna kill
Evil
And you will die by my hand
Killer
And I'll make you understand
Possessed
Just like the knife in my hand
Killer
He taunts my soul and he twists my mind
The blood of my victims is all they can find
I dismember the body as its blood is being sprayed
I gaze in splendor at the mess I have made
Cold is the blade
I carry in rage
They live in fear
My passion for killing will take you to death
My soul is a demon that no one can save
I spread my disease
I'm coming for you
So take your last breath
The more I kill, the more the need grows
I dislodge the eyes and hack off the nose
CHORUS
I'm a sadistic sinner
I will slash you at will
It is the devil inside me
Who makes me wanna kill
I'm
Sadistic
Sinner
I'll kill you slow, I'll kill you fast
I'm coming for you, I'll kick your ass
song performed by by Incubus
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Goldfever
Thats not the way, thats not the way of the world
Late night creeper with a saturday night,
Saturday night special
After some poor storekeeper,
You need more and more just to stay alive
Ooh its a sin, baby you fight to win
But the rich get richer
And the poor keep living in ditches
Goldfever, let me tell you about goldfever
Dont you know that its on old fever
And I tell you its a cold killer
Said Im talking about goldfever
Dont you know that its an old fever
And I tell you its a heartbreaker
Yeah Im talking about goldfever
Let me tell about, let me tell you about goldfever
Big business man, incorporate this,
Incorporate that, yeah
Youre making all them dollar bills
But you no longer see humanity needs love
Ooh, its a crime, baby in 3/4 time
Go on with your billions
While the people keep on dying in millions
Goldfever, let me tell you about goldfever
Dont you know that its on old fever
And I tell you its a cold killer
Said Im talking about goldfever
Dont you know that its an old fever
And I tell you its a heartbreaker
Yeah Im talking about goldfever
Let me tell you about, let me tell you about goldfever
And it hits you like a cold fever
It comes on like a real sensation
But it will leave you in desolation
Yeah, Im talking about goldfever
And though I know that its an old fever
Its a number one best seller
And it can put you in heaven or hell
Ah, let me tell you about goldfever
Dont you know that its an old fever
And I tell you its a cold killer
Let me tell you about goldfever
Let me tell you about, let me tell you about goldfever
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Experiment in Homicide
Walk away, into the dark
Come my way, terror
I am the evil within each soul
I take the spirits of those I kill
Murdered
Decomposition, The body rots
Rotting, rotting body parts
I killed the first
To experiment
I don't want to hurt you
I just want to kill you
Torture, I start to cut
Carving, blood slowly clots
Horrors, mutilations
Homicidal experimentation
I set the dead on fire
To decay in flame
Homicidal desire
More are marked for murder
More victims to capture
Butchered
Bodies hang dead
Drained of all their blood
Pieces sewn on backwards
Neck with no heads
Mutilated, dead
Homicidal desire
More are marked for murder
More victims to butcher
poem by Jay W. Allen
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Iron Man
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
Well just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
Where he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfold
Now the time is here
For iron man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron man lives again!
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Victims continue
Revenge is the means God punishes by.
Pleasure of revenge is God given bait.
Revenge removes hurt feelings, yet no good.
Revenge breeds revenge; victims continue.
02.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Screaming For Vengeance
Hey listen dont yhou let em get your mind
Fill your brain with orders and thats not right
Theyre playing at a game that draws you closer
Till youre living in a world thats ruled by fear
Always takin baby out thats o.k.
What theyre givin maybe its out of phase with me
Told you once youre never gonna win the race
Same old no tomorrow kicked in the face
We are screaming for vengeance
The world is a manacled place
Screaming, screaming for vengeance
The world is defiled in disgrace
Tie a blindfold all around your head
Spin you round in the torture before the dread
And then youre pushed and shoved into every corner
Then they lead you out into the final slaughter
As the sweat is running down your neck
All your praying fors to stop you body breakin up
Oh your heart is pumping gonna soon explode
Got to fight the horror of this mental load
We are screaming for vengeance
The world is a manacled place
Screaming, screaming for vengeance
The world is defiled in disgrace
So you wait it out and bide your time
Rip off that straight jacket gotta break that line
Everyone who wins in the great escape
Leaves a thousand more who suffer in their wake
I dont talk about it but thats alright
Tables turned now theres a revenge in sight
If it takes forever babe I tell ya I can wait
Send them screaming back through their hells own gate
We are screaming for vengeance
The world is a manacled place
Screaming, screaming for vengeance
The world is defiled in disgrace
song performed by by Judas Priest
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The Night of Fright
A dim night,
A chilly night,
A quiet night,
A dark night,
A cold night,
A silent night,
A scary night,
A desperate night,
The screaming fight
and the murderous height,
It was the night of Fright
poem by Sayjel Mistry
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Peace fot the Living People
A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white.
Again the heart cries.
I keep on knocking on the doors
and then return to blackness.
Sometimes people become insects.
Cockroaches, ants and spiders,
weaving their webs and hills,
crawling, creeping, clawing.
Flesh eaters. Pouncing upon hapless victims.
Depression. I am devastated.
Something churns in breast, dousing the spirit, lines and words.
Cannot sit quiet. Agoraphobia. Don’t want to talk
Somewhere a name crops up. Saint or beast.
Under the trees there is no shade. I walk barefoot.
Hungry dogs chasing the flies.
Humidity fills the eyes.
Silence of the night.
City has stopped running.
All the dead will speak now.
Not asking any revenge,
but peace for the living people.
poem by Satish Verma
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No, No I'm No Ovid!
A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white.
Again the heart cries.
I keep on knocking on the doors
and then return to blackness.
Sometimes people become insects.
Cockroaches, ants and spiders,
weaving their webs and hills,
crawling, creeping, clawing.
Flesh eaters. Pouncing upon hapless victims.
Depression. I am devastated.
Something churns in breast, dousing the spirit, lines and words.
Cannot sit quiet. Agoraphobia. Don’t want to talk.
Somewhere a name crops up. Saint or beast.
Under the trees there is no shade. I walk barefoot.
Hungry dogs chasing the flies.
Humidity fills the eyes.
Silence of the night.
City has stopped running.
All the dead will speak now.
Not asking any revenge,
but peace for the living people.
poem by Satish Verma
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Its Not The Night
Its not the night
For foolin
Its not the night
For crazy eyes
I get the feelin
You want to stay
I get the feelin
Youre givin it all away
But I know
I know you take it well
And for you
For you I always fell
Its not the night
(its not the night)
For, for sweet revenge
Its not the night
(its not the night)
To spend
The time is right
To take it out
The time is right to tango
Got a feelin
Youre runnin out
Before your last fandango
Its not the night
(its not the night)
For sweet, sweet revenge
Its not the night
(its not the night)
To spend
Its not the night
For sticky boots [? ]
Its not the night
For tango
I get the feelin
Youre the spark
Thats dancin in the dark
I get the feelin
Youre the one
A rushin on the run
Its not the night
(its not the night)
For sweet revenge
Its not the night
(its not the night)
To spend
Its not the night
(its not the night)
Youre lookin for sweet, sweet revenge
Its not the night
(its not the night)
Night to end
Its not the night
song performed by by Cars
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Black Friday
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon whos stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend,
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds.
My hammers a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, youre next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. yeah!
Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the murders complete.
I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
Im out to destroy you and ,i will, cut you down.
I see you, and, Im waiting ,for black friday.
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon whos stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
Im out to destroy you and ,i will, cut you down.
Its black friday, paint the devil on the wall.
song performed by by Megadeth
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Fever
Id spend my days alone
I used to stay at home
Lost in seclusion there.
Like I was in a cell
A captured heart as well
Surrounded by despair.
Darkness filled my soul
Losing all control.
Down on the streets below
Bright city lights would glow.
The energy would rise
And through the heat Id gaze
Still counting empty days.
With fire in my eyes
Living through this hell
Can I break this spell.
Fever. you set my soul on fire.
Fever. you fill me with desire.
Fever. you always get it right.
Fever. all day and all night.
Then one night as I walked
I heard your body talk
I saw a shooting star.
In some magnetic trance
Our beating hearts would dance
And crash down from afar.
Oh how strange fate is
Never dreamed of this.
So destiny has brought us
Oh so close together
We were like angels in the night
Living the dream
At last Ill be with you forever.
And all at once it feels so right.
song performed by by Judas Priest
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When They Find The Murders Me
When you realize you've made my life hell
I'll be there
When me sorry you try to tell
I'll be there
When you realize that I don't care
I'll be there
When you finally know that life isn't fair
I'll be there
When you see I'm getting revenge
I'll be there
When you recognize its you I'll avenge
I'll be there
When you're on your death bed
I'll be there
When they discover your dead
I'll be there
When they find murdered you were
I'll be there
When they realize something bad has occurred
I'll be there
When the cops look for your killer
I'll be there
When your life turns into a thriller
I'll be there
When they find the murder's a she
I'll be there
And when they find that the murder's me
I'll be there
But catch me they can not
For I'm the murderer that can't be caught
Calm and Quiet
That’s how I stood in front of you
But now I've started a riot
Murder is what I do
poem by Twisted Strange
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Psycho Man
The midnight hour approaches
The killing chill takes over him
His victims will not know when he appears
The lust of death's possetion
Will overtake his psycho mind
He won't be happy till he smells their fear
chorus:
(he's the angel of death)
Psycho man, psycho man, looking for a victim wherever he can
(he's the angel of death)
Psycho man, psycho man, he's a killer
Addicted to the menace
That taste of death that lives within
He loves it when he takes their final breath
Stalking is his pleasure
Killing is the final act
He takes no pity in his lust for death
chorus
(Guitar Solo)
(he's the angel of death)x2
chorus
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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(Murder Poem) A Soul Stealer
It comes upon me, time and time again.
It's the grand finally my friend.
A Wicked poker game with all decadent men.
All holding out till the last minute.
Oh who's gonna win?
Is it another bluff?
Fiction or fantasy.
Oh baby rolling with the ecstasy.
Trial by the nights of pitch black sky.
Some say suicide,
Some say you never wanted to die.
Only god truly knows' why.
Denial and prejudice at the same time.
The judge and jury in a flurry attack.
The poor man had no time to react.
26 stab wounds creates a bloody mess.
You try to clean it up to your best, but with out success.
Vengeance for life.
No one will come see you.
Not this time you've done yourself in.
Let the punishment fit the crime.
Passionate or not,
a plea of temporary insanity with not an ounce dignity.
Cigarettes burns to the eye.
Pissing on the body as it burns and getting pleasure out of it.
A socially path, a sick son of a b*tch in which their no cure for.
Your keeping score after each murder.
Some would call you a serial killer.
I call you a soul stealer.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Blood-Thirst
Not many people enter the contentment,
A reader of stories creates a dismal fact
Because he or she desires the bringing of facts.
In the broad bold night of the days we extend
Is a party of vampires and their victims;
Empower them to express their blood-thirst
So their realities are recognised and met
By the blood of our fathers,
The blood of our victims.
Find and seek the whole book created by us,
We freely ingest the liquid of love and hate,
The blood of blue and red,
Our blue blood is red, our blood is bled
Like a bloody liquid of the night.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The World Of Killers
a killer to killed by a gun
when he counting a body of one his murder
a killer with a gun
behind our killer under sun
she have seen his job
she looked at him and his murder
she shot a bullet to his heart
he died
she looked at his blood
two murder in the park
one killer above them
looked at them
and again she killed with a gun
one killer hidden behind the wall
he killed her
with a snip
snipper behind the wall on the roof
looked at bodies in the park
he died too
with a bomb
into his bag
killer after killer
to killing oldest killers
the wild world
with the killers
requested one human between this animals
this killers
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Revenge
'Ah! quit me not yet, for the wind whistles shrill,
Its blast wanders mournfully over the hill,
The thunder’s wild voice rattles madly above,
You will not then, cannot then, leave me my love.'--
I must dearest Agnes, the night is far gone--
I must wander this evening to Strasburg alone,
I must seek the drear tomb of my ancestors’ bones,
And must dig their remains from beneath the cold stones.
'For the spirit of Conrad there meets me this night,
And we quit not the tomb 'till dawn of the light,
And Conrad's been dead just a month and a day!
So farewell dearest Agnes for I must away,—
'He bid me bring with me what most I held dear,
Or a month from that time should I lie on my bier,
And I'd sooner resign this false fluttering breath,
Than my Agnes should dread either danger or death,
'And I love you to madness my Agnes I love,
My constant affection this night will I prove,
This night will I go to the sepulchre's jaw
Alone will I glut its all conquering maw'--
'No! no loved Adolphus thy Agnes will share,
In the tomb all the dangers that wait for you there,
I fear not the spirit,--I fear not the grave,
My dearest Adolphus I’d perish to save'--
'Nay seek not to say that thy love shall not go,
But spare me those ages of horror and woe,
For I swear to thee here that I'll perish ere day,
If you go unattended by Agnes away'--
The night it was bleak the fierce storm raged around,
The lightning's blue fire-light flashed on the ground,
Strange forms seemed to flit,--and howl tidings of fate,
As Agnes advanced to the sepulchre gate.--
The youth struck the portal,--the echoing sound
Was fearfully rolled midst the tombstones around,
The blue lightning gleamed o’er the dark chapel spire,
And tinged were the storm clouds with sulphurous fire.
Still they gazed on the tombstone where Conrad reclined,
Yet they shrank at the cold chilling blast of the wind,
When a strange silver brilliance pervaded the scene,
And a figure advanced—tall in form—fierce in mien.
A mantle encircled his shadowy form,
As light as a gossamer borne on the storm,
Celestial terror sat throned in his gaze,
Like the midnight pestiferous meteor’s blaze.—
SPIRIT:
Thy father, Adolphus! was false, false as hell,
And Conrad has cause to remember it well,
He ruined my Mother, despised me his son,
I quitted the world ere my vengeance was done.
I was nearly expiring--'twas close of the day,--
A demon advanced to the bed where I lay,
He gave me the power from whence I was hurled,
To return to revenge, to return to the world,--
Now Adolphus I'll seize thy best loved in my arms,
I'll drag her to Hades all blooming in charms,
On the black whirlwind’s thundering pinion I'll ride,
And fierce yelling fiends shall exult o'er thy bride--
He spoke, and extending his ghastly arms wide,
Majestic advanced with a swift noiseless stride,
He clasped the fair Agnes—he raised her on high,
And cleaving the roof sped his way to the sky--
All was now silent,--and over the tomb,
Thicker, deeper, was swiftly extended a gloom,
Adolphus in horror sank down on the stone,
And his fleeting soul fled with a harrowing groan.
DECEMBER, 1809
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Lxxxvi
Man, why must thou do evil to evil?
Why must your fellow man fall by your hands?
Why in you evil you be so agile?
Why evil in your hands by sure commands?
Thou shall not kill, you have surely forgotten
Should a life for a life be your true creed?
In Americus, something is rotten
Rotten to the core, your murderous deed.
Night after night by the TV’s bright light
We are told daily that someone has died
We hear of those who only kill for sprite.
True, in heaven your soul shall be denied.
O man, where forth are thy truly petty
You stink of murder, your soul is sweaty.
poem by David E. Patton
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Where Does It Go?
As I watch the
Night Sky
I think of you.
The one I grew
Up with,
The one I always
Talked to,
The one I never left.
I watched the sky
On theanniversary
Of you death.
I feel that in times
Nature atunes to
Our emotions.
I watched the
Night sky.
Your death
Was so abrupt
Everyone was
Shocked.
I watch the
Night sky
As all the
Stars cry.
I stand over the
Grave marked as mine.
The sky bleeds
It's crystal
Tears.
Dead in the winter
A death had
Occured,
People cry for
The lost,
They cry for
The pain.
Now they weep
For my soul
For it is lost.
I can't join
The dead for
It wasn't my
Time, but
I can't be
Alive for my
Body is dead.
I'm lost between
Worlds.
I want to
Sleep.
As I stand over the
Grave marked as mine.
The night of the anniversary
Replays every year.
When I return to the
Scene where I wept
Crimson tears
Every night of the anniversary
The story replays,
But no living soul
Can see it.
Wrong conclusions
Drawn by human thoughts
And yet if they could
See what I do,
Then all will be
Explained
As the night of the anniversary
Replays every year.
As I watch the
Night sky
And all the stars
Cry,
As I stand over the
Grave marked as mine,
The night of the anniversary
Replays every year.
I live on.
poem by Sans Serif
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