Doom Folk

Buzzard Where did the savior die? Look where the buzzards fly. Where did the hammer land? Look in the savior’s hand. Where did Mary weep? Look where the buzzards sleep. Where did Lazarus rise? Look in the buzzard’s eyes. Where did Caesar murder all the others? Up in the sky, look… How did the innocence pass? Slick as a snake in the grass. Who condemned our sins? The voice of God in a whirlwind. Why did Satan rebel? So he could rule in Hell. Who did Judas kiss? The face on the crucifix. Where did the lethal blows lay low the lovers? Out in the west, look. Where do the angels sing? On the tip of the buzzard’s wing. Where was the death of the priest? On the hill where the buzzards feast. Where do we go now for our last supper? Out in the east, Look for the buzzards.

Gods of Death In the halls of Valhalla in the sky The food runs out, the casks of wine go dry. Driven mad, the warriors clash Consuming one another’s flesh. On the River Styx, Charon rows across To ferry souls down to Hades lost, Where they find no relief Rending hair and gnashing teeth. The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh, Empty inside, For even the gods of death must die. In Bethlehem the kings got mad About the savior Mary never had. All their gifts were wasted On a creature born of lust and hatred. The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh, Empty inside, For even the gods of death must die. Oh, oh the gods of death must die. Oh, oh, oh the gods of death. At the Vatican, me I got pissed At the God I know does not exist. For all our seven billion hells There’s none to blame but ourselves. The heavens sigh, the heavens sigh, Empty inside, For even the gods of death must die. Oh, oh the gods of death must die. Oh, oh, oh the gods of death.

Witch’s Revenge Once upon a wicked time in Salem A witch escapes, hellbent on mayhem. A warrior for her sex, Antinomy casts her hex. For centuries she conjures familiars, Mistresses, maniacs, and mothers To put the male in his place As the vile member of the race. There comes an end high To the rule of men. There comes a time for Antinomy to begin. Her coven terminates Y chromosomes. Surviving males toil in nursing homes, Their seed frozen in jars. Free at last, the witches fly among the stars. There comes an end To the rule of men. There comes a time for Antinomy to begin. Antinomy says, “It’s the end of men So let’s begin The witch’s revenge.” There comes an end To the rule of men. There comes a time for Antinomy to begin. Antinomy says, “It’s the end of men So let’s begin The witch’s revenge.”

Lord of Darkness May the Lord of Darkness be my witness As I swear to assassinate the tyrants. I pledge allegiance to the grave Of the master to avenge the slave. May the Lord of Darkness be my teacher As I learn to scorn the holy scripture, Where the lies of men unfold In the testaments both new and old. May all believers betray their leaders. May all the faithful collapse with doubt. May every devil make angels tremble. May every nun have fun when she goes south. May the Lord of Darkness be my beacon Leading me away from the nation, Making me a derelict Blasphemer, wolf, and heretic. May the Lord of darkness be my lover Whose love for nothingness lasts forever, Until creation’s been destroyed And all that’s left is nothing, null and void. May every mass be black as pitch. May every needle prick the arm. May every genius succumb to madness. May every infidel escape from harm. May the sacred wake up hungover naked In the beds of seven whores. May the mighty fall down heavy Corrupted and pathetic on the floor. May every lord be the Lord of Darkness.

Morphine At night the ship sails away Adrift on black unbroken waves. Pain dissolves into a sea Of bourbon, blood, sweat, morphine. Morphine, I’m free. Soldiers on leave, they growl, they’re pissed. Mascara smears on a fist. Five-star hotels unveil the spread. Hospitals spare one more bed. Morphine, I’m free. You’re numb to the glory of harbor lights. The doctor says you’ll be fine. He’s right. Morphine, I’m free.

Cockroaches and Weed Here comes Armageddon, Viruses and radiation. Rising from the acid rain, Only two forms of life remain. Rise, come out, stand up. No more humanity. Rise, come out, stand up, Cockroaches and weed. No human survivors, No us, no them. No human survivors, No her, no him. No human survivors, No you, no me. No human survivors— Just cockroaches and weed. Millions of years go by. They evolve in body and mind. Ganja forests heal the globe. The roaches dance in flowing wizard robes. Time, they grow, they learn. Antennae spread the seed. Time, they grow, they learn, No more power, hate or greed. No human survivors, No us, no them. No human survivors, No her, no him. No human survivors, No you, no me. Only two survivors: Stoner cockroaches and weed. Here come rainbow rockets Flown by the insect prophets. Smoke swirls through the galaxy. They're teaching peace, love, and harmony. No human survivors, No us, no them. No human survivors, No her, no him. No human survivors, No you, no me. Caravans of celestial Holy cockroaches and weed.

Lucifer Rise Rise, Lucifer, rise Just one time. Slay my opponents With a thousand knives, The tyrant, the butcher, The lawyer, the priest. Return this dominion To the birds and the beasts. Oh my angel, Oh my angel, Lucifer, rise. Rise, Lucifer, rise For a one time deal. Billions of souls beseech you With apocalyptic zeal. I stand on the edge of perdition. Come on, give me a shove. Exact revenge on the Father Who fails to give us love. Oh my angel, Oh my angel, Lucifer, rise. I got wise to the wicked. Now I got a word for the wise. Kiss the babies you love goodbye. Rebels deal with the Devil ‘Cause the Devil knows how to deal With the Lord’s enforcers. Kneel, evangelist, kneel. Rise, Lucifer, rise. All I ask in return Is for all of hell to sing, And for all of heaven to burn. Oh my angel, Oh my angel, Lucifer, rise.

Death Metal in America I see a new death metal band In the home of the brave. A hyperactive drummer Hungover from the grave Hits a double kick, A cymbal crash, a floor tom. In comes the guitar With a harmonic dive bomb. Distorted bass Lays down a groove. Fists pumping in the pit, Hungry masses move. The bowel-churning vocalist Growling at the hordes Says, “Thanks for coming guys!” Ripping up his vocal cords. Misanthropic anthems Stirring up the nation, Nefarious consumption, Infernal devastation, Malevolence and mayhem In the land of the free, Trucker-hatted hipsters Throw the horns ironically. Americana connoisseurs Turn up their nose. College kids disdain The average working Joes. The lifers and the locals Drink Jägermeister shots And wage unholy battle At seven billion watts. Hail… Death metal comes to America. Mortuary t-shirts, Apocalyptic swag, Illegibly a logo Creeps across a flag. Critics from the underground They enjoy the show Standing there with folded arms Against the status quo Of religion, war, gore Bloody gore and destruction. Vegetarians discuss Cattle Decapitation. Hail, death metal girls, You can get ahead In a scene that won’t discriminate As long as you can shred. Hail… Death metal comes to America. Hail the angry armies Of Main Street USA. Embrace the coming Horror, chaos, and decay Of city versus town, Left versus Right. “Thanks for coming, guys,” Says the band in black, Waving goodnight.

Harvester of Souls Why did you go where the hungry crows Steal the seeds you sow? Why did you go where the scarecrow Climbs down to steal your clothes? Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts, Beware, behold Arms high, head low, Two eyes burning coal, The harvester of souls. Why did you stop where the dead men walk In the ragweed and the rot? Why did you talk to the lonely rock On the grave that God forgot? Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts, Beware, behold Arms high, head low, Two eyes burning coal, The harvester of souls. The harvester calls you home. The sun like a bloody church bell tolls. The harvester chills your bones. Corn husks dried up, cold. Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts, Beware, behold Arms high, head low, Two eyes burning coal, The harvester of souls. Dark night, no stars, Bleak hills, black hearts…

Here comes the future. You know what’s next. The dark age of necro tech. Microchips in a dying brain Electrify and rearrange. Genetic tools revive the dead To float in space or dream in bed Without a care in the world. No woman, man, boy, or girl Biodegrades or disappears. Grins last a billion years. Tombs turn into labs. Cadavers sit up on their slabs. Circuit boards in their skulls, Decapitated kings evolve. Cybernetic chromosomes Control a walking pile of bones. So alone. Newborn babies get put down To be uploaded to the cloud Where they enjoy their mother’s kiss In virtual eternal bliss. The crime of suicide gets worse, For every death must be reversed. Chained to their immortal coil, Poets locked in prison toil. So alone. Prometheus was analog. Necro tech’s the computer god Reanimating DNA Until a godless Judgment Day When finally the sun explodes. Trillions of terabytes of data load To cosmic rays and fill the void With simulated joy. So alone.

Lowdown Dirty Hungry Dog The dead have walked the earth for centuries. Corpses trip, falling to their knees. When a ship from outer space arrives To see what earthling life survives. The alien explorers search the land. Tentacles touch a rotting hand. Zombies try to chew the alien skin, But their teeth fall out, their skulls cave in. Aliens send in robot police. Zombies go extinct. The Earth finds peace. Out from the shadows creatures on four legs Crawl, wag their tails, grovel, sit, and beg… Please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Oh please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Hello, little thing, I’ll be your god and end your suffering. The aliens adopt the dogs as pets, Playing catch, smiling when they fetch, Scratching their ears, avoiding harm Until discovering cattle farms Where the human ranchers once consumed Chickens, pigs, and cows who fed and bled as food. Cooking sentient life and frying birds, Such ideas never had occurred To the thinkers from their lofty galaxy. Curious they start eating meat. Now they build kennels, sharpening their knives, To satisfy their newfound appetite for the canine. Please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Oh please, be my God. I’m a lowdown dirty hungry dog. Hello, little thing, I’ll be your god and end your suffering. I am god. I am the end of suffering.

All Things Are Full of Ghosts All things are full of ghosts. Every black piano key. Every white piano key. Every earthworm. Every songbird. Every newsreel. Every waiting room. Every altar. Every murmur. Every step across the stream. Every shred of riven leaf. Every shadow. Every window. Every railroad tie. Every mother’s sigh. All things are full of ghosts.