Our Kingdom of Decay

Down the streets of the eastern parts of our kingdom Ghosts haunting all the little isles that my eyes have seen Ghosts among the masses rushing down Main Street A little ghost is hiding in the merchant's sack of gold There are ghosts in the corners of the city Ghosts infest the provincial town of sad There are ghosts echoing all around me They're rattling out the closet as she opens the door To the past after peeking into the keyhole of the future Oh, dear haunted ancestry of mine There are ghosts in my songs and my sweet love's charm Voices are ghosts in the pale and hazy afternoon Ghosts sweep the shores out westward Ghosts in every school yard of the North Down in the marshlands Even the petty hole where I was born; it ain't spared

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Arusia, Arusia Bones and skulls jut out of your forest fl oor Arusia, oh Arusia The foul signs of times seep through the pavement Far, far away where the peninsular land Slopes down and assembles brook and town Behind its smile, inside the bowels of Arusia I'm led into your swirling web Your ramparts hid like the threshold to the core Beneath the striving for the metropolitan likes Seed that will never be able to take root Not even penetrate your daytime or night I remember eruption around the river's mouth And footsteps on the eastern shore of Albion afar And now, once again I tumbled and fell down On the muddy streets of November Clear vision bruised, heady dream confused As it slipped from my grasp Now, the Arusian night has crept upon us Like a calming blanket over the tired town Hear the tower bells, conspiringly they toll: In vernalis temporis - do you know what you miss? While gazing at the stars with an earnest glare And my cheeks smeared by the gutter A cool wind blows like foreign memories An ancient tale of time unveiling Yet my heart is fi lled with the strangest zest To follow you through the wet and the glinting streets Oh sister, the end is coming fairly soon And I will either be forgotten or insult oblivion With tales and stories about a distant time and space With tales of a distant time

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

The ramparts are standing so frail tonight Surrounding the pleasure of our play This view feels so exposed and haunted Now, hold me near to your heart Oh listen, something's rustling at the door Extended shadows looming tall This night a cold breeze is greeting me Now, hold me near to your heart I'll drop my pants on King's New Square To the Queen, the colours or any passing bore Well, I am the king of sun and air Yeah, I am the king but what-do-we-care? I fell into your arms, and now I feel so weak I fell into your arms, and now I'm repeating it So please hold me near, my friend Because I'm not feeling that very well Or am I? Oh, down into these peculiar heights I'm sinking again Your soft and blurred voice Your friendly face fades aside I can endure the blow of any canonball While keeping the blind eye shut Pissing my signature in the snow God bless the Realm of Decay The night of thousands of suns ablaze Scenes of dripping ink and the heavy blade Hanging over our heads ready to give in Can't you feel it's coming down, it's coming down for sure Now the curtain falls!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

And all the pebbled paths feel crooked and winding Behind yellow walls of reminding It feels as if someone is quite near In the garden of the dead I feel cold and lost In the garden of the dead Tumbled tombs and broken sprouts Just outside the dear city's gates Here in the Garden of the Dead Through its enticing gates we are led Now, inside this labyrinth we grope Among the nobles, the poor and the rest A piercing wind embraces all the sick and lone Some names remain odd and ever so unknown Once these fields were alive with infant joy Now the darkness snows from right above Like soil falling over your blessed head Soon to be laid to rest in the eternal bed Tumbled tombs and broken sprouts Just outside the dear city's gates Here, in the Garden of the Dead Through its gates we are led The plague extends towards its prey To every cut-off fl ower without root As a tense actor tainted by the writ Sweet memories of the life we have knit

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Welcome to this splendid gathering Today you will witness a perfection of scientifi c charity With an ice pick staring up at us Let's cut out each and every irregularity And make this wretch an ordinary human being again We will make you a free man Devoid of demons, devoid of debauchery You will be grateful for the internal bliss When we retrieve you from your mental abyss We will make you a Freeman If you submit to lobotomy A white cut, the red blood Every complaint removed when you feel a little sting But despite our magnifi cent and pioneering discoveries You repent the accolade that was once given to us Oh, the triviality of a few lost ones Compared to the imposing magnitude of the beloved incision Psycho surgery silencing the self What bizarre megalomania made it come to this? Was it powerlessness, apprehension, unspoken eugenics? Or just a specifi c northern craving For medically enhanced normality? Now you hound us with your abominable reproach And I foresee that this trajectory will be our nemesis Whirling through paranoiac tunnels As our achievements creep up on us

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The metropolitan suburbia is a cage Wings are naïve banners, but keys I see you in your jail of despair Yeah, see you in your jail of despair Suburban bird lost in gentle pain I see you strangled in your fears Spread your fantasy and unlock this repressing cell Denude your heart today Hear you utter a disguised lament Frail and sore your prayers extend But my hand is just a crude bridge Yeah, my hand is just a crude bridge The halo is a sling of shiny rope Laughter a blithe dress of lust Not a funeral parade beneath the sun As I whisper my last goodbye

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

I see an endless rain over the isle, saddening bars Drenching the feet with safety and shame This purple isle of decay pins the timidity Freedom peeks through the cracks and triggers the run Silhouetted trees, so eerie and crooked Whistling sickly in the cool air of the night Arms of our path lie open and tempting As we reach the skirts of the dewy web Come on, run with me, my dear Through the tracks in the thicket I see the sparkle in your eyes The infi nite fi re is burning Yeah, run through the dark with me, my dear When the fi re is smothered by the lids I still see a sun within your heart The wind carries the screams of burning fl esh Like a momentous warning As we sweep through the wet meadows In the shadowy gleam of the pyres Away from the Promised Land The ways of our hearts will lead us through And soon we'll reach the shores of home Remember how you cried like wanton joy repressed? But see, relinquishment and dare just side by side Don't say it's over now The silver plate looms in the aperture Hissing ocean glinting beneath her cracked affection A breath of salt has drawn us near the shore Where we stand with an infi nite fi re in our eyes No, love, don't disappear We'll make it through Through the night and the high tide too Dancing into the vast blazing ocean In the moonlight glow Both you and me

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

As I look at the river the colours change Fading from bright dark to bloodred green A stream of blood passes while our pride expires Proudly sculpturing a headless culture An old legend that is borne by the fairy tale land A literary masterpiece abused by the human hand Her beauty spoiled by the blade so gory A decapitated mermaid in all its glory A fabulous monster searching for harmony Left without a voice to defend herself Though her soulless essence surpasses her remains Even the smallest diamond shines As the killers slowly mutilate her verdigris skin Voiceless, headless and left to die Towards the roaring vortex through lifeless grey mud Pacing at the thunderous eddy dragging the surroundings down Drowned for eternity and left as foam above White skeletons peek through the viscous creatures That patiently stifl e their prey A guinea pig for a distorted new art form As a mermaid killer crosses her path Everything ventured for her soul's immortality Everything lost to the two-edged sword

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Soldiers at fortress dania, in you we trust For generations you haven't let this kingdom down We will soon have stopped this invading enemy And this war will once again be part of history It's so cold here in the middle of nowhere Just got command to retreat This bitter cold is taking the lives of my sons Artillery shells following our trail I just want to fi ght, I'm so bitter I just want to use my sword and kill Now we are leaving men behind Fighting a war that is already lost Oh, fortress Dania Our protector, our forefathers' grave Built by the old kings An honourable place to die While protecting the precious kingdom Our soldiers are marching Protect us from the lords of the south Protect our precious kingdom, protect our king Stand and fight Oh, fortress Dania, we leave you behind Our forefathers' grave, built by the old kings Where I was meant to die While protecting my fatherland Den skjærende Blæst, den fygende Snee, Mørket, Veiens glathed vare overalt eens. Endogsaa på Gaderne og de aabne Pladser i Byen og Omegnen, hvor Hestene overalt staae under aaben Himmel, bundne til Pæle, medens Soldaterne ligge ved deres Side, som de bedst kunde, maatte Mennesker og Dyr lide under det afskyelige Føre og kæmpe med den heftige Storm, som Himlen sendte dem, medens ikke faa af dem i deres Hjerte forbandede Kongernes Taabelighed, som netop vilde føre Krig i Vinterens Hjerte.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Suffocating silence, devoted light fades into mist Soon to come the fi end of horrendous consistence The king's city swallowed up in incompressible fascination This beast must be nothing but profanity's creation The confusion hides in me, Am I gods' creation or what they can see? As a victim of the human race, who's to blame? Them or me? My realm, my kingdom is filled with toxic hollowness But my sweet ones shall suffer no more Darkness imprisoning me, all that I see, absolute horror Here at 23, your childlike souls I will set free The confusion hides in me, Am I gods' creation or what they can see? As a victim of the human race, who's to blame? Them or me? Far but yet so close You seem lost and deranged Your rotten spirit We will cleanse with the hand of just And it slams for your demise

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

No one here really quite knows The far-off origins of your roots Enough to hoist the colours Up high from whence they came You're towering high and tall As a broad-shouldered giant of small Though the ground may be as turbid from above As the sky seen from below Blindfolded with tied hands Forever estranged to chiselled runes Burial mounds quietly cough Yet these visions linger Oh, the Kingdom of Dania Let's talk of hearts in decay Nihilism and insomnia As we roam the land in dismay Through vales and hills of our land The Kingdom of Dania A veil of mist on your fl at chest And even I seem to be dragged down Into the dank and dimly lit catacombs You look so pretty, my dear -encaged in gold Peeking through fi ngers of a stranger's hand It makes me truly sad Oh, the Kingdom of Dania Let's talk of hearts in decay Relationships and insomnia As we roam the land in dismay Through vales and hills of our land The Kingdom of Dania So awake from your deepened slumber And unfold a new dream Cause your past is really nothing But pale echoing voices and a deep-drawn sigh

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025