Providence

Sunday comes alive Within the confines of this monumental might In session we arrive, leaving all behind Blessings brought upon no one Meet the mundane, lukewarm and the whores Please confirm them The rapture treated way behind closed doors Please come for them Oh Lord, where can a man go We’re all lead astray Healing for the crowds Underground, the catacombs we roam Flee through escape doors Take me to your leader Show me what the world is longing for Oh Lord, where can a man go We’re all lead astray

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Heaving like the waves Between the two you praise A haven found in “true receiving” The worth of grace unknown While roaming on ones own False light is there to blind eyes weary You hang your head in shame Give all you have to give And settle for another day Come and see the truth Through lies you’ve been fed Weigh the worlds at hand Now which direction will you take? Measure the damage done By flesh and blood and none other Annihilated faith Grim the road of healing Fuel for the flames A bonfire of prejudice will hardly turn to ashes The vanity of man suits this wasteland kingdom Leave the stones and turn your back Graded below from the start Years alone in darkness Faith in man of the word Lit glow into a dead heart Rise, end your earthly strife Call light back into your eyes Your flaws your wrongs and your rights Earn your place in the crowd

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

For all needing not the liar - He’s been driven away On route to plain sceneries The son has paved the way For all needing not the liar - He’s been goaded away On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds Standing firm, reciting out loud Through withering meadows trudging hard Harmony found Slowing down life in the name of Growing out of the frames Air and space to breathe in chaos Leading back to the trail Tomorrow will claim Today still surrender From depleting reserves Our low lands of grain Speak in need of time For hearts to be preserved Wounding the gracious heart Recover from the salty dunes Spirit in the quiet tunes Decide to tack and wait for all already said For all needing not the liar - It’s been driven away On route to fields of founding The four limbs taking the nails On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds Standing firm, reciting out loud Through withering meadows trudging hard Harmony found

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Look back now, reflect the past Blind conqueror practice Years of mass fever Still breathing denial Weighing the words of lethal leaders Can you walk by the bell tower See black and pace back? Shield your children in their time of need? Washing their feet while calling halt to your breed Pour down all your lack of mercy by giving them freedom in a cage Hoist the flags of the past, stay in lead to face the gauntlet Counting hours Waiting for growing out Now free to think Far from false reason Turning domes to serving blossom Divine divide Graceful and right

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

He is the sovereign Knows everyone’s heart Has known it from the very start Create the stage with guilt and regret The diagnosis unheeded There lies a cure that concedes to sickness Healing for those who desire it Today is the day Acknowledge and stay Wear the sackcloth and scatter the ashes Like a scholar in the dark accuses God in the dock will see through all excuses The ancient man came forth and touched The robe with great respect and feared Steer them right Lead them onward and over the shrine Son of Leah, you are not alone Breathe, sarcophagus A cry of a vulture, a cry of a man Son of Leah, you are not on your own

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Adrift All lost in those days A growing branch to smithereens Trying real hard to beat some grace out of all that withering and dying The thriving soul’s beneath It’s yearning for the surface Years of pain not undergone in any way will reveal the wounds Fiercely tame, not about to make a scene… I saw it drowning, gasping for air, disappear into the surging of the sea An agreement made with the one who wields the cane of ordeal Seasons gone by have handed over the reins Highlighted the worth of our earthly strife Highlighted the worth of unearthly might An early memory a feeble ground The facts remain all the same An early memory a feeble ground to build upon Assumptions die hard while the past remains Home-grown severe denial Smothered way down inside Home-grown severe denial Shreds of regard defiled

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Stretch to the sun While earth seeks comfort in the rain Will of black lung Tremble where the spirits tread Stay in seclusion These opiates will fade I know No land for the old Kingdom come, claim your own Like a pilgrim wanderer This cabin is now home For now asunder Till the smokescreen wears off Primal sounds in the wake Bleeding from colours into shape No one was awake To hear the laws of nature take place Revive life in uncharted woods, as we inhale Creation wept and understood, the unearthly way

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Meaning lost along the way yet wheels grind on Headfirst towards an early grave - still going strong? Got caught having an escapade with the horns You depend on your wings like a bird Refuse to come across with what’s truly inner Crippled, washed upon the shore You flew far too high while reaching for the ultimate relief That never came your way Now grow apart from it Release the weight It’s dead weight all the same Did you ever come to think of it? The time you’ve spent away from the nest? The dilemma of harmony Dare to create a path out of the shade Descendants adapt Preconceived foundations cast Now waiting in line to adopt a lifetime in chains

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Oh Western soul, a shrivelling fruit Would you soon lay down and die A rising monarch, howling laments on air Lifelong lord in earthly lair Fed up in surplus, your profane delight Betraying needs, how far it leads Still stretching the limit, pushing on This tempting spirit of luring bloom The Babylon sang in unison The spirit of life is the spirit of death Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold Let the promise you made warm the cold The Babylon now sings in unison The spirit of death turns to life The first becomes the last, while the last becomes the first New land in sight to put out this thirst Slow down, make it simple and sing To make our thirst meet the life spring Now streaming through Your hands (The present day Babylon sang in unison The spirit of life is the spirit of death Clearwater bowl, do bite this mold Let the promise you made warm the cold) Streaming through Your hands

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

That which fades away Will not stay the same In your night you trampled on the flame Reckless haste before an amen Burning your wise men In search of fools gold in deserted landscapes Still rambling on Indulging in your thirst Laid aside salt when kneeling by the water Not to hear or never to speak first That which fades will not stay the same Not to hear or never to speak first The storm ends my way at the dusk of day Triumph in song or defeat Retrieve the bitter or the sweet Would you bury the old or the young instead? Answered in questions or yet unsaid? That which faded did not stay the same In black night you may have found a flame While these golden plates are now emptied You’re most welcome to the house of grief Triumph in song or defeat Retrieve the bitter or the sweet

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025