I am an awful lyricist. I aim for a folkish, romanticist, nature themed lyric, but I'm crap at writing those. I often end up writing something that's vaguely based on those and ends up turning more introspective, or on the other hand, some strange mid-point between Primordial and Forefather.

I find it easier to write lyrics when I've got a song written (when I have an aesthetic/theme in mind) but I struggle to end up with something that says something or isn't cliche'd.

Wow. That sounds like something I would have written, and I'm really into the bands you just mentioned. Nice job.

I only write at night, usually between 11 pm and 2 am. Sometimes I just get the urge to write, sometimes I sit down to write. The 2nd method isn't always effective, but some of the best lyrics I've written were made this way. Sometimes I just write whatever comes to mind, and when I read it, it sounds like I just wrote a lot of nonsense, but I really like these lyrics. Also I also do the usual, getting depressed, pissed off or (I'm not kidding) sexually aroused. I've tried this several times and it's a safe bet, great inspiration.

i could answer simply ..

SATAN

but also things like sickness , difficult words from the medical dictionary,
and deep hatred towards life and all living things ; humans ,animals ,the nature etc.

Well, black when I was a nub at everything, I had to try and write lyrics. And it is hard when you don't have a sense of rhythm which I didn't at the time.

However lately, I was going to write a song for my physics teacher, I just made a song that sounded like Addicted To Vaginal Skin, but I changed it and made it all fiziks like.
Lately, my friend has said things that got me thinking about my life.
And I wrote this song about how I am really angry at him (well not him, just what he believes in) and some other people I guess...

No more honesty, I'm full of hate
So full of death, regret and more
No more opinions, I've heard enough
From now on the bodies will fall

Invite them in, give in to sin
Stab them in the gut
Cook their bodies, eat their hearts
No time to think about what I've done
Evil men, this is the end,
I've killed all of my friends

Your ears are closed, to all opinions
Now you boil with Satan's minion's
Hate depraved, body engraved
This will end today

My knives fill the air with blood
They panic and attempt to run
Evil men, this is the End!
I've killed all my friends!

It's fun to write stuff like that, as long as you don't mean it. That's what I love about metal, it's easier to show your anger and hatred, and it doesn't have to be realistic at all. Sure making a love song is hard with metal, but who wants to sing about love when I can tell the person? Not me, that's for sure.

I have no special inspiration, I write when I feel bored. For example I wrote lyrics for one song when I had swedish (swedish is compulsory at Finland, Ihate that language) lesson.

Things I see in real life, my own feelings and life experiences (and those of people close to me), things I read and hear about. Some of my lyrics are metaphorical, and some are more direct and concrete, usually depending on the nature of the song. Some of it is half real, half fantasy nonsense. I feel like writing a fantasy concept story for an album, but with some relevance to life.

I write my best lyrics and make my best music when im feeling depressed. Also when im around nature.

I usually write about dark themes like occultism and mythological monsters.

The occult is such a vast subject to pull lyrics from it's great.

Hey, I really liked those lyrics haha. I sometimes scribble lyrics down in class(not a dunce though, I get pretty good grades), and most of em are just fun stuff. 2 main topics are gory death metal stuff, in the vein of cannibal corpse, or stuff about moshpits and killing posers brutally, in the vein of Exodus. Not the most creative, but really fun. I try to be a bit original in terms of the killing descriptions, like using stuff like nail clippers or carrots, instead of the usual chainsaw/hammer.

Here's some cool lyrics I wrote, the song is called "Massacore".

I was at a Dying Fetus concert one day,
I spotted an emo fag attempting to mosh,
never before had I laughed so hard,
but it surprised me that he was alive at all.

A glance around revealed it at once,
I saw to my horror I was surrounded by fairies,
faces caked with Maybeline,
under overstraightened hair.
A morbid sight it truely was.

I saw one Metal brother in the crowd nearby,
he gave me the nod, I understood.
Simultaneously we drew our Samurai swords.

We hacked and cut through emo flesh,
spilled their blood, make them squeal like pigs.

Flags raise in a bloodstained signal,
Vikings ride in to decapitate the foes.
In the mess of emo carnage,
Metal has arisen victorious!

Musically it will have a HxC breakdown at the end to reflect the theme, brilliant right?

watching the news, school(watching people), and the downfall of humanity

I actually like writing stuff with the most original torture weapons I can think of, like a cheese grater, or a soup can lid.

i like that too but didnt managed to write down something like that...


(cuting someones eyes with sheet of paper, killing by making him eat 750g of salt, drinking asphalt, making man transsexual by using drill and so... )

Cheese Grater Torture:

My trusted Cheese Grater,
friendly in my hand,
my favorite instrument of torture.

Limbs reduced to stumps,
from hours of labour,
now I can hump,
the taste of shredded gore I savour.

Gratings consumed, corpses uninhumed (is that a word?),
genitals removed, by my appliance.
Eyeballs removed, the blades I will lick,
inside the ground up wound I insert my dick.
My mind at ease, perversions sick,
I drink your blood so rich and thick

Guts Barbeque
1) Зарублю сначала тебя я топр`ом
Станешь для меня ты мёртвым пидор`ом
Вкручу в твою башку огромное сверло
И сквозь мясорубку прокручу ебло
Твою брюшную полость вскрою циркуляркой
Выну все кишки, оболью соляркой
А потом с улыбкой всё сразу подожгу
Угощенья вкусного минутку подожду

пр
Только убивать, на нуле ай кью
guts barbeque, guts barbeque!!!

2) Остались на полу обугленные камни
Приготовлю я гарнир из остатков парня
Запеку с кровякой жидкость из глазниц
Как говорят люди - ужин из яиц
Яишня с горячими кишками
Убегайте быстро, а не то еда вы - сами
Сытно я покушал третий раз на дню
Очень ведь люблю я guts barbeque!

from unreleased of Triple Dewormint (ex Plohoi Inkubator)

I've been feeling the itch to write some stuff recently. Right now my main sources I can tap into for inspiration is high school bullshit and tv shows. I'll post something here once I actually put some stuff to paper.

When I have an idea, which happens every day, I just write it down wherever I am, because if I don't I forget it. Here are two of my favorites (long as hell):

(Some words may not exist at all)

-ABANDON ALL HOPE
Abandon all hope who enter here
For this is where your fears come true
Through the gates and on fear
Nightmarish wasps screaming in your skull

On to the next level, the useless alive
Never any use, discard able
They come to you in five
Tell you stories, mental label

Ride the winds of storm
Treat you like a worm
Despise your own true form
Go ahead, into the corm

From the storm eternal rain
Cerberus is the one to dilacerate
As they feel eternal pain
No turning back from your fate

The weight of the world
Is on your hands
Push and pull
Metaphor to your lands

On the Styx you are drown
As you fight to survive
You can not be found
Cannot breathe, yet alive

Burning on your grave
For not believing
You could not be save
Another God in your living

Boiling in blood for violence
You are speared as you suffer
Centaur demons in a horrid dance
Feel the smell of boiling sulfur

Living as trees for suicide
From the bite you cannot hide
Follow me into the final ride

Hell hounds biting your skin
You cannot hide from violent sin
Violence against your goods and kin

Raining fire from the sky
On the violent towards God, nature and art
You burn, yet cannot die

For seduction you are tortured
For adulation you’re drown in shit
Simony is your sin, head’s down on an open grave
For wizardry your head is turned around
For cheating and for corrupting you are boiling now
Hypocrisy in a metal cloak, you can’t stand the weight
Thieves, snake bites in phoenix deaths
For the lies you advise you burn
Mutilation you suffer for discord and fights caused
Leprosy is your reward for falsity
Fever burns in your head

In the frozen lake you freeze
Parts of your body, until your head
The freezing breeze
Until you’re dead again

Lucifer in the deepest pit of Hell
Judas, Brutus and Casio in his mouth
The dark angel who have fell
In agony and desperation they shout

Through a tunnel and into light
Regain all hope, and live on
No nightmares anymore in your sight
Now Heaven lies before you
But the path to heaven is a long one

-PROPHECY OF THE END
It has been told many times before
Prophets foretold with prophecies of war
With their eternal wisdom and endless lore
With this prophecy, inside we all sore
The man we all love, we all adore
He has foretold, the end is soon, we’ll be no more

You see the shell of a man, a visionary inside
The coming war, no need to hide
You know he speaks truth, has not lied
Mankind can not escape, end can’t be defied
The coming end, the final tide
No need to resist, fate can’t be denied

Chorus:
This is it, lend me your hand
We can’t resist, destruction of land
Buried forever in the time of sand
This is the prophecy, for we shall fend
The end is nigh, hands are lend
Hear the prophecy of the coming end
Resurrecting from the time of sand
The time has come for the eternal end

Imminent is the ultimate destruction
The approaching doom, the final obliteration
It’s near now, impending annihilation
Here won’t stand, no construction
None can survive, the demolition
None will witness, mankind elimination
It has come the time to extermination
The time has come for eradication

Chorus
Chorus

What do you guys think of it? Usually I write it down in ten, twenty minutes.

i don't even write songs. but if i did it would probably come from Jesus Christ or like a lesson or story in The Holy Bible.

I used to be an awful lyricist, but as I've matured I've become quite decent at working with them. One thing that seems to work well is making something into a metaphor for events in your life that only you could understand. That gives the lyrics emotional depth, even when the subject is something completely different from what it's about. The less people who can figure out what the lyrics relate to, the better.

For example, earlier this year I went through quite a terrible one-sided relationship with a girl, so just after we broke up I wrote a rather grotesque song about being eaten alive by an enormous insect, called Parasite. When I sing it I feel the lyrics, even though I've never been literally eaten alive.

This would make a funny song...if like, the first half of the song is sung in sorta clean vocals...as Jesus is doing some Jesus shit....then zombies out of fucking nowhere RAWRAWRAWRWARW ZOMBIES FUCKIN UP JESUS

EDIT: OH, and of course, Jesus ends up a zombie by the end of hte song like in the bible.

EDIT2:
Sung clean:

Jeeesus, heeeelping the poooor
Feeeeeding the hungry
Spliiiiiting fish into mooooore
Jeeeeeeeeeesuuuuuuus

(Growled with no music)
ZOOMBIIIIES OUUUUT OOFFFF FUUUUUUCKING NOWWWHHHHHHHEEEEEEERE
(guitars/drums etc kick in)

ZOMBIES OUT OF NOWHERE
FUCKING JESUS UP
Jesus lets loose
with a fucking laser beam

Zombies out of nowhere
Jesus with the kung fu
bashin skulls in
Jesus is a fuckin niiinja

Oh shit, zombie in the ground
Bites the shit out of Jesus
His calf is fucked, bloody and torn
What the christ

Jesus roars in pain
fucks up more zombies with a laser beam
Falls to his knees
Eyes turn red

Jesus stands up tall
Leader of hte zombies
Alll youuu humannnnns
ARE FUCKED



Bitches, the first lyrics I have ever written, in like 30 seconds total...Fuck yes

EDIT3: I decided the part after zombies show up is grindcore

Haha seriously, I love it, I think when I get home from work I'm gonna record the vocals....anyone wanna do zombie jesus guitar or drums or something.

EDIT4: HA! Concept Album, the tales of zombie jesus, this is the first track...oh man I kill myself...hahaha

I thought my lyrics were juvenile.

When I read those, a crossover thrash song started playing in my head.

At random moments and idea will pop into my head for lyrics and I just write a song from it.

lol that's an awesome song good structure and lyrics
thanks 4 the reply

Often, my inspiration for writing metal comes from listening to bad lyrics. I play black metal, a genre known for cheesy lyrics and failed attempts to sound evil. There are a few good poets out there, but mostly it boils down to clichéd concepts and a grotesque overuse of the words "forest", "darkness" and "cold". When I write, I try to write similar stuff to fit the genre but also to fix the mistakes often made, avoid the pitfalls, take a sad song and make it better. So in a nutshell, my inspiration comes from hearing a song and utter "Phht... I could do so much better."

I detect sarcasm! Watch out, I'm sending zombie jesus for you!

Usually I read some Plato or Aristotle, or something about phycology or murders, and somehow blend all that together. These are my favorite set of lyrics I wrote. They're about the Christian god and what will happen when everyone realizes that Satan is the true creator of man.

What Horror by Truth Be Told

The ancient deceiver, the true king of lies,
you left them all helpless, you let them all die.
The incessant evil, the horror it brings,
the mindless disasters, the blood that we bleed.

It counts for nothing when it's said and done;
and in the end, you're bent and broken, your spirit is shattered and you are forgotten.

You are lost.

The way that you scream, it makes my heart race,
and i love the look of the blood on your face.
Bleeding through the carpet,
yes you are dead, my darling.

Draped onto the floor, your organs flood the bathroom.
I am lost in drinking the red from your throat.

Cry for me, yes, cry for me,
as i fill your grave,
you scream my name,
but no one hears you.

I love writing about natural disasters.
Here's one:

Water.
Encroaching upon what we once called home.
The most painful of deaths, found in the elixir of life.
Humans destroyed by a human device.
Corporations spewing toxins in our air,
the culprit of the deluge.
Mindless leaders sit helpless as the city is swallowed.
in an instant, a hundred thousand homeless.
Bedraggled survivors dying in the streets.
Help is far, but relief is near.
Found only in death.
The city is lost, destroyed by it's own device.