The Shackles of Mammon
Flesh torn, bled, and slashed The hourglass in ash Vulcans curse invoked Fortune veiled in burning smoke Flames choke, the vessel screams Preaching evil prophecy Dark omens; Empyromancy Pyromancer Blaze-coiled fate Pyromancer Surrender to the Pyromantic Rites Empyromancy Prophecies in red Forbidden wisdoms dance Casts demonic silhouettes Fall into its trance
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Revolt! Sons of hardship For the duke will bleed you dry Exhausted resources Now bury your starved dead Kill the royal scum! Revolt! Ostrobothnia! For the hunger will cut you down Failing harvests Now bury your starved dead Ripping Strike Oppression now is cast aside Silent slaves no longer hide Your death is near, loyalist rats For you will deliver your final toll Stand down, Lavastia! For the duke has bled you dry Only regrets Ironlake shall feed on our flesh
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Watch the flame flicker Black fire burn Invoke the emergence Of the blazing apocalypse A voice in the darkness The flame calls to those beyond Recieve the black omen Summoner of chasmic prophecy Scatter the ashes Servants of divination we are become Shadows hide primeval secrets Faces emerge in smokе Black Flame Divination
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Tempters keys be mine to claim Trudging on, every limb now lame In iron, we are marching to die Silent pipes, no anthems peal Minds transfixed to our undying zeal In iron, we are marching to die So the trudge goes on Deafened by the clamour of the gods So the trudge goes on Now to face the hammer of the odds The blinding light strips us of will Reverence; for this we will kill In Iron, we arе ardent to die Lifted is thе hammer of the odds Deafend by the clamour of the gods Comprehend the reverberation of the words Revert! Revert! Revert! We are the lust of tyrants The chilling breeze in the bitter night Slayers of the queen of peace Lord of fire set us alight! We are the guiding light It burns it burns our eyes Blinded in noctambulist stride Lord of fire set us alight!
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Anyone who is captured will be run through with a sword Their little children will be dashed to death in front of their eyes Dashed to Death Their homes will be sacked And their wives raped by attacking hordes For I will stir up the Medes against Babylon Then I heard the Lord say to the other men: "Follow him through the city and kill Everyone whose head is not marked Show no mercy; have no pity!" Go! Kill them all old and young For this is the will of your God Defilе the temple! Fill its courtyards with bodiеs of those you kill
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Mammon est... Nomen daemonis Confusio hominis Radix malorum Mos maiorum Pater noster Ora pro nobis Fiat Nox Fiat Tenebrae Fiat Umbrae Fiat Irae "Cursed Mammon be! When he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures Be lays for us the bolsters straight." Suckle the teats of Mammon
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Skeletal hands reach for the blinding sun Scavengers circle In this bloodied sandpit you're the master of none Betrayers, agnostics are burnt at the stake Murder they celebrate Hunger... For splendour, unspoken glory For infamy, power over will Voracious, unconquerable Drives us to kill Rise from your crypt Hailing not life but death Drowned in bloodlust Vision turned red Perish, choke on the filth of the Styx Expire, burn on the crucifix Fеast on their fear Thrive on thеir terror Prosper as you murder Blossom in their wake
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Titanic constructs of hubris Monstrous fortifications The tautened noose leads the architect On the final tarantella Tottering cities of men painted in black congealed blood His guilt thus conquered The creation endures yet Multitudes drown in the bleeding streets Gutters overflow with depravity Waste runs rampant, metropolis covered in mud Oh tottering cities of men, painted in black putrid blood Vanish! Like the lightning's gleam Like a baleful star, an empty dream Vanish! Likе words to dust Like smoke from Aetna, A lovеrs lust The seven plagues of the seven gates Let the bowls be broken Rampant vermin, cities are burning Let them grind to dust... Blinding Light drives us onwards Into the night, Into death Vanish! Like hope through fear Like wind-blown flame, like trembling prey Vanish! Like a trifiling sigh Like dew at morn, A guilty thing Vanished! Like a lighting strike
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026