Diaspora

Awakened by claps of celestial hands The mountain, once guardian Now soars in the wind Explosion, a call from our Father’s sphere Unending, surrounding Reprisal for sins that we prayed would disappear Cloud bereft of rain Oblivious to the many signs A pervasive haze Always above, as we slept through our lives The promise of the end of days By the fire sky we make our way through burning wind Bracing ourselves for the impending sight of our frozen kin Head to the sea! On this volatile path Follow the sun! Through the cracks in the ash Carry the weak! Demonstration of grace Salvage our souls! From the tendrils of fate All for naught The heavens aflame Thy will is done By hubris we fall under sheets of violent rain Preserved in ash, we lay immortal Circular passage of time Augury bestowed upon the blind Monument to avarice, memorial in stone Witness to the callowness, alone

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Epoch perennial Unending burial Sentry of the land A lord with no command On hallowed ground A chieftain once revered for his knowledge of the land Provider turned to prey with a twitch of nature’s hand A peril unforeseen by the writing in the stars Similaun as a tomb opens ceremonial scars The day was rife with possibility The smell of carrion on the wind A figure breached the soft tranquility A copper arrow breached the skin Death-addled yet demands to fight the rogue Tyrolean from the North A smooth release, the killing blow The world of watchers beckons him home Time becomes a child’s game Millennia to stake his claim And still he has command of sight Keeper of the rocks and rain Aeons pass before his eyes As generations turn to mist A seer rooted to the clay Prophesied to preexist Blighted by command of sight A nameless witness of the earth The wisdom of a thousand lives Relegated to the dirt “Gods above! Forgive me! Let them find their own way and release me to my dreams.” Aphonic the refrain And here he will remain Doyen of the wind and snow and rain If forever could be drawn The eternal pantheon A palette made of rock and blood and bone A sentence served in ice A silent sacrifice Omniscience lost with every new sunrise Enshrined in land’s expense A consecrated trance Devoid of recompense

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Embalmed, he wakens from his sleep In the corner of his eye something retreats Heavy hearted as a feather hits the floor A betrayal to be punished evermore Isolated Passing beyond the living Toiling through underworlds Asphyxiating There was a toll indebted Through trickery he fled The scales tilted by bloodshed In from the cold of night it calls From dark spires of mold it falls He begs to the sky to retract this Servant of the life leaching blackness Shadows uncast upon the wall Attach to human form Satiating The Devourer Silhouetted figure creeps Smoke of obsidian she breathes Trepidation gives his scent away The stench of avarice betrays her prey Coercion bestows a garment of distress Subjugated Lying paralyzed As she makes her descent from the ceiling Glowing eyes piercing Stripping the plan from his instinct to flee Cling to failed hope Judgment waits for him She’s watching Destined Recompense Imminent Air turns dark and heavy Siphons strategy As she comes Breathe in thick tar Suffer Vacate your rot to fate Visible pulse in the throat As jaws fly wide Ethereal strangling grip Paralysis Now in a world without time Restless, primal will Won’t keep her hunger at bay The insidious curse will consume Every night in the realm of Duat The scales are leveled in the Halls of Ma’at No time to commiserate Eternity paid for treachery

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Instinctive pull Call for expansion Impulse to seek prosperity Flee consternation East over shoulder The lantern telling lies Expiring slowly Kerosene dries Fear washes over Mud-caked teeth grind A smirking, wind-burned face cracks frown lines Chased by the fury of the dust cloud Spurs dive, hooves fly “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Forge a shining city on the hill Taming the American west Thundering cacophony Bleeding trails off the map Worn heels of Burden Iron beat roads through granite With clay under the nail Outstretched fingers point the way When the earth drinks the sky Age of fortune is nigh Blighted by sun and choking dust Rope splinters line wearied hands The miles separate wood from lashing As blisters are rubbed to scars The more the wind blows, the harder they push Crack the whip ’til the blue meets the blue Strong spines of equine will paint the way As the call of virtue is answered with a roar The famished caravan An opportunist meal Lost half my family attempting to preserve their future Over the next crest We’ll smell salt in the air Succulent wasteland becomes deciduous Green and gold The fertile soil and sunshine With God as my witness I claim this as mine Green and gold The untouched valley beckons By the backs of forefathers I claim this as mine Migrant fighting for his life Revels in the failing light Migrant fighting for his life The wild herd is losing sight Migrant fighting for his life Wallows in implicit strife (Rhetorical tone) Migrant fighting for his life Seductive unknown The mission embellished Charged “from above” The promise of virtue Contrived imperialist lie The frontier arrogated Acquisition the final design The valor confabulated Irreproachable pioneers “Lex Sempronia Agraria. We migrate to find it.” Bloodshot eyes stare A thousand miles past sunset Horns locked with nature, dueling A conquest of reciprocation Expansion manifesting Claiming their destiny Migration

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025