Stronghold
A kingdom discretely ruled by feudal lords from the depths of Hell, disguised in the flesh of men. Their serfs made livestock. Hopeless subjects, eager to give body and soul In exchange for the pathetic conveniences of our life's work to be sold back. To be nearly and cautiously herded into warm, comfortable boxes each night. To be siphoned of our minds our life force, our will As blood pours from our bodies and fills the streets A king with high towers to look down upon the lowly tribes with the scope of a rifle Indifferent to their ancient traditions and archaic blood feuds, they are erased by artillery. Oceans of black slime fill the already toxic sky surrounding the wastelands... ...as the final kingdom burns... as tour blood flows all around us. The emperors do not soil their royal garments In the ever-flowing river of blood. They watch us moaning in agony among the ruins Through satellite images projected into hidden subterranean temples Then laugh
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 22, 2026
In a war of attrition Victory is won through Not just power of defense But an unending will to destroy We raise the gates... Imbued with rage Embrace our destiny A glorious moonlit night of bloodshed When we exit the walls of the stronghold A dark age ... a vengeance ... unknown hate Violence ... Unleashed A thunderous legion A thousand black banners ablaze A new antagonist, known all through time An outcome foretold A fury, insatiable... The outcome is well foretold. Onward we march In defense of a world long dead Nothing left to defend Only our will for our enemy to die We raise the gates Unfurl the flags Song of war at the gates of the stronghold! Song of war at the gates of the stronghold!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 22, 2026
A fire to cleanse the world A natural rejection Of the wretched working of mankind A fire which shall spare none And shall so dime all in wake A fire... a fire of correction All will burn New order Forged in flames True order Forged in flames When the tongue of the sun Comes in through the sky Perdition is granted We come cleansed PURIFY... MANKIND'S FINAL PROPHET: A GLORIOUS PURIFYING BLAZE
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 22, 2026