Wyllt

He walks in circles His Brow is furrowed He speaks with shadows His tongue full of ghosts Pale hearts will follow They march they hallow His face a symbol He feigns a sorrow

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Followed a man into dark tall trees Softly he spoke All the birds watching Last breath is lost Falling leaves and lust My love for the pure white dove in dust And now my home has become a grove My name is gone I've become unknown I can still hear them moan One for flesh one for bone Wearing black and white robes build the walls burn the grove

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Order of the dream Man and destiny I do not believe modern man is free All the land is lost by hand and cross The sand and rocks all can be bought A book of laws A man who fought A war of gods will be forgotten

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Go to the dark earth before man could see his worth Go to the first birth We came from the same dirt From animal blood The breath of a human son Still is the man's tongue The heart floods Rivers run Kill or become prey So man is his own slave Kill or become prey So man is his own slave

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Bound to the ash of doves It's all white and gray Hail to the flame and flood Wash these limbs away Take from the rising sun Where four flowers lay Until the work is done no man can be great Ash from the grave Ash from the grave buried deep An ancient man who sleeps Holds the truth that a shadow is a god that is lit from below the sun

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Falling pastoral sun Stole your name Gave you blood Rising up from the dust Man unveils a new son I'm following no one No one man is god's son I'm following no one No one man is god's son Don't you know the armor of saints was forged by a man By torture and rape? Your war is for power Your lord I'll devour End this empire with hail and fire Locust and flies swallowed my light I can't divide the day from night Formless divide Closed my eyes Blacker still than life Beneath the tree I will dwell Ancient seed of belief Bell from madrone Under snow A circle of stone Bury the saint where he stands Take up the heart of a man Let the stone fall from your hand

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025