Epitaph for the Proud

We are devoid of all hope From cradle to grave I called out to Gods And waited for the sign The Gods are silent still And the sign to be seen The throne of Man Bows to no lord And pride swells within And thus sickness is sown Soon ripe and all abloom For Lord and Lady, beggar and poor chorus: We have gathered here together To see the Victor of the Earth On his sacred brow, with great pride He bears the crown We have gathered here, forever To see the Scepter that He holds Without effort, firm as stone O, His Hand did dethrone god Once a morning is to dawn With a terrible, whispered sigh Loud as a thousand storms An epitaph for the Proud [chorus]

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

A morning in the garden of stone Abundant with shades of grey Through hardship and misery she must pace Endure, she has the world to face By every thought worries awaken In a shameful light the night Will bring dreams of disgrace Passion's Bane A shadow of doubt here lies Will she find a way A narrow path under barren sky Eve of the garden of stone Weary of the weights of the world No child of a paradise On a path seemingly endless Through the garden of stone She treads on still With a sullen will Passion's Bane A shadow of doubt here lies Will she find a way A narrow path under barren sky The burden's got to be born Yes the freedom's yours, it's the blame or thorn Ever uncertain of what is to come The world is boundless to the lost one Still a destination looms just outside of reach The countless turns are bound to lead somewhere The burden's got to be born Yes the freedom's yours, it's the blame or thorn Ever uncertain of what is to come The world is boundless to the lost one

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026