See things that are not there
Intruding voices
What went wrong to their picture perfect life
They once knew - Flattening of emotions
A mind shared by an uninvited stranger
Which comes and goes as choose to appear
Should we not prepare for the uncertain
Mysteries of our life, of our destiny

When it comes to living, no one seems to care
But when it comes to wanting out
Those with power, will be there
[...]
A request to die with dignity
Is that too much to ask?
Suicide machine

An illusion of privacy
Together - they absorb each other's lives
As One - they will live and they will die
A living hell has begun
[...]
Displayed as a nightmare
Criticized through words and eyes
As they stare
To the normal it seems grotesque

Close your eyes and imagine to be without
What we take for granted every time we open our eyes
A permanent shadow to never step away
Feel the dark in the cold
Feel the warmth of the light
Which has been denied
Hands change into my eyes

Probably Cryptopsy's first two albums. More poetic, and "psychological" for lack of a better term, than most death metal.

The bright light of day
You'll no longer see
In a blind dimension
Henceforward you'll be

A burying in darkness, you will have to bear
Deep, you're drowned, in this optical nightmare
In vortex, your visions collapse instantly
Now your life is condemned to obscurity

Condemned to obscurity

Of your eyes you are deprived
Now touch what you would've seen
Like if you still had those eyes [x2]

Lost in this void of light
There is nothing to see, everything to feel
With no more sense of sight
There is nothing to see, everything to fear

In the gloomy vault of nothingness
My imagination will agonize
Suffering of a psychic blindness
Nothing is all I recognize

In a blind dimension, henceforward you'll be
Buried in darkness and obscurity
Where visions in vortex collapse endlessly
For life, you are condemned to obscurity

Lost in this void of light
There is nothing to see, everything to feel
With no more sense of sight
There is nothing to see, everything to fear

-The Burning Pits of the Duat-

I Hath Been Immersed Head Down
In that, Which Floweth In Abundance from the Slaughtered Ones
I Hath Been Made to Eat Feces and Drink Urine
I Lay in Chains before the Undying Flames
I am Helpless in the Presence of He Who is Master of the Pits of Fire
I am Humbled and Broken in the Presence of Those Who Shall Consume My Shade in the PIts of Burning
I Didst Bow in Homage to the Spawn of Set
I Hath Kneeled in Homage to the Servants of Shesshes
In Rebellion, I Did Recite the Formulae of RItes in Glorification of the Lords of Flith
I Hath Recited the Formulae of Rites in Glorification of the Lords of Wickedness
He Who Hath Dominion of Khenti-AMenti Hath Uttered, "Hack in Pieces and Cut Asunder the Bodies of Mine Enemies and the Members of the Dead Who Hath been Turned Upside Down
Scatter in Pieces Their Shades
They Shall be Cast Down Headlong into the Pits of Fire
They Shall not Escape nor be able to Flee From the Flames Which Art in the Serpent Set-Heh"
My Heart Desires to Burn in the Pits of Fire
Allow my Ka to Blaze in Flames and be Utterly Consumed
I Stand in Submission Before the Living Ureai of Flame Who Hurls Forth Burning Heat Against The Tongue of Those Who Hath Spoken Evil
Incinerate Me in the Pits of Burning
Sear Me in the Pits of the Damned
Immoalate Me in the Pits of Torment
I Seek only the Charnel Bliss and the Blackened Caress of the Burning PIts of the Duat
I Burn, I Burn
I Burn in this Tomb of Fire
I Burn,I Burn,I Burn

Atrocity, both Hallucinations and Longing for Death.

Gorguts - The Erosion of Sanity



There's rhymes, imaginative and vivid imagery and they actually feel like songs as opposed to a load of profanities, gore and buzzwords thrown together like shit to a wall hoping it'll stick.

$30 cover for the khaoss magick live ritual
Not Nazis, just into the aesthetic
Library of forbidden lore purchased on Amazon
(For this pleases the Dark Lord)

Doing real evil sure seems risky
And like it might require a suit and tie
Better to trust time-tested theatrics
Ancient sacraments passed down from the ‘80s

Oh, it’s the old rot of Rome
Dolled up in goat horns and a gas mask
And croakin’ out turgid liturgies
I got your old-time religion right here

Crypto-Christian cheerleaders
Root, root, root for the losing team
Better start picking up hours
Thousands to spend on robes and costumery
The hordes won’t show if your look ain’t fancy

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled
Was convincing you saps
That ‘observe the dress code’
Shall be the whole of the Law

Incant thy prayer to pseudo-profundity
Inverted crosses confess thy pontiff envy

Menacing gibberish covers for hollowness
Bestial blasphemic nunrape nonsense
The beast as described by D&D
(For this pleases the Dark Lord)

Clownpainted priest garbed for mummery
Casts charm of +5 protection against women and minorities
But keeps it down, mindful of sales
Best to maintain a dead language smokescreen

Ave Satanas, ave domini inferi
Polire hunc stercorum et tu non potes

Death Metal isn't renowned by the quality of it's lyrics, but there's always some albums that shine on this aspect. Here my picks:

Death - Human
This one is funny, I'm generally think that Death lyrics are ok (SBG, Leprosy and part of Spiritual Healing) or just suck (embarrassing pseudophilosofical ramblings and butthurt against people on subsequent albums). But, Human contains some very cool lyrics about topics of human suffering that generally aren't touched by other bands. For example,

The horrors of schizophrenia:


The horrors of being unable to die



The horrors of having a siamese twin and never being able to have peace



The horrors of being blind



My other pick is Miasma - Changes. Probably one the few Death Metal albums that really nailed the horror, occult feeling on lyrics.

What's the subject matter of Lack of Comprehension, Secret Face and Vacant Planets?

Pyrrhon.

Darkly witty, acerbic and stylish.

What the hell is this song about

Death Metal isn't renowned by the quality of it's lyrics

Well I'd say it's clearly a stab against modern stereotypical pseudo-evil, corpse-painted "Satanic" imagery.

Probably means they see themselves as the "real deal?"

Gorguts - The Erosion of Sanity

Have you ever heard the rattles of agony ?
When each minute seems like an eternity
When the silence is broken by the screams of anguish

Perceptions altered by rage
Enclosed in a cage
Howling
Encircled by morbid visions
Which take all the place in me
Submitted to emptiness
Envolves merciless spirit
I have made things I cannot speak
Dreams which never die in me

Dead human bodies are treated like simple toys
Macabre games where victims are my near relations

Inhuman practices come to me by insctinct
Invading my heart with dark insanity
Accepting this pulses pleasure is growing more and more
How I like this feeling of culpability
Delectation without name
Remains of humanity
Inviting anyone in my circle of madness
And my need for violence is boiling in my veins
Gutting all the bodies until the last

Stay brutal

Chained up, muzzled, blinded, molested
Stay brutal
Beaten, borken, strangled, mangled
Stay brutal
Slowly dismembered alive
Stay brutal

Voices told me : "I am the one
Full of hate who guides your arm
Forget all notion of the asset of life"
And I still standing with my eyes closed to this sublime work of ferocity
Voices tell me : "Do it again, stay brutal !"

Forsake
Every night happens the same relentless terrifying scenario
Alex ten years old has to confront hell to finally find the sleep

Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see
The hands on the ears and he still listens
Afraid that his heart stopped in te hammering of a funeral march
Forsaken, the hour has come
He's forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in

Between invisible creatures as darkness is falling around
Freezing kisses from his mother rejoining her bed in heaven

Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see
The hands on the ears and he still listens
Afraid that his heart stopped in te hammering of a funeral march
Scary noises under him

An uncertain place on the Earth and the ritual reject
Lead him to surrender himself in terror
Slave to the agressive outside
In the lair of the ashamed child

As he stands close to the Styx
Ready to fall and swim
Convinced that he will never be able to cross it
Abysses inhale him from underground

Closed eyelids do not prevent him to see
The hands on the ears and he still listens
Afraid that his heart stopped in te hammering of a funeral march
Forsaken, the hour has come
He's forsaken by the ones he trusted the most in