A Plague Upon Thee
Dark skies are burning red Down where there is no sun Demons flee, overwhelming dread Hell has been overrun This mistress - So fearless Descending - Where devils reign Rebellious - Ferocious Unyielding - Breaking the chain Weighed down by spoils of war In this world of fire Followed by a furious corps Gold lights her desire This mistress - So fearless Descending - Where devils reign Rebellious - Ferocious Unyielding - Breaking the chain Strange creatures False preachers The prince is in her way The ones who will stand to They will get hell to pay This mistress - So fearless Descending - Where devils reign Rebellious - Ferocious Unyielding - Breaking the chain Ascending - Uprising Her story - Will defy Undying - Enduring Her memory - Will never die
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
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Pain and bitter strife Hands deep in the soil Sentenced to a life In this mortal coil Harrowing domain Build it to His glory Worshiping in vain Throughout history Seeking - Striving Searching - For hope Sights to see - So splendidly Glass and sun - Becomes one Choirs soar - To heaven and more Endless strife, in this life All of woman born Mournful lullabies Feeling naught but scorn True divine despise Seeking - Striving Searching - For hope Seeking - Striving Searching - For hope Sights to see - So splendidly Glass and sun - Becomes one Choirs soar - To heaven and more Endless strife, in this life Sights to see - So splendidly Glass and sun - Becomes one Choirs soar - To heaven and more Endless strife, in this life Sights to see - So splendidly Glass and sun - Becomes one Choirs soar - To heaven and more One more breath, until death
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
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Walking forth, spreading her gift of misery Withered eyes that still see Poor or noble, young or elderly All receive equally She has no pilgrims No voices sing her hymns Man is the victim A chalice filled to the brim Shadows gather and a baneful shape does appear Time has come, she is here She has no pilgrims No voices sing her hymns Man is the victim A chalice filled to the brim “Rich men, trust not in wealth, Gold cannot buy you health; Physic himself must-fade. All things to end are made, The plague full swift goes by; I am sick, I must die.” She has no pilgrims No voices sing her hymns Man is the victim A chalice filled to the brim She has no pilgrims No voices sing her hymns Man is the victim A chalice filled to the brim She is fading away Soon there dawns a new day A new age, oh so pale Will arrive All will carry the weight Through Yersinia’s gate So alone and so frail So alive
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025