Fools

I watch you dancing in front of the fire Your hair makes waves on the curtain of night Your eyes brightly glancing, you wake my desire Our bodies like melting steel merge in the flames I carry you to my tent Gently lay you on the furs Your tender body submits as I abuse your soul You are a soldier's whore Not even mine to keep Tomorrow - you'll sleep in another man's arms All you are doing this for's some money and a feed For one night you make us forget this hell I carry you to my tent Gently lay you on the furs Your tender body submits as I abuse your soul Gather around Flowers of War Join this pact of dying men The courage we've found You magnificent whore You can heal our pain I hear you singing like a thousand nightingales Your voice grows flowers in the core of my heart Whisper like summer wind Tell the sweetest tales Our lips like dancing eels grasp the taste of lust You are a wench of war you turn your heart to stone Tomorrow - you'll sleep in another man's arms Once we've returned back home you will be all alone For every man will haste himself to the lap of his home

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Slowly walk the western wave, Spirit of the night Leave your eastern cave Wander over land and sea, Chase away the light In dreams of dark appear Your mortal thoughts be heard in heaven Driving everyone insane Clothe yourself in capes of grey, Stud your crown with stars Blind the eyes of Day The sun is set, all are asleep, Only bats fly fast And I in corners creep Your mortal thoughts be heard in heaven Driving everyone insane I can't see clear through your mind But I can feel the demons haunting you I can't read it in your smile Lady wouldst thou me When I arose, the light was riding High into the sky How I wished for you The dew was gone, day turned to rest Like an unwanted guest How I longed for you Thy brother Death is also crying To sleep near your side And I replied... Now I've lost the art of sleeping And Death will come for me Night, I love thee

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Walking the forest roads In search of the truth Hundred years of agony The voice of the Lord roared "It's all up to you" "You will set the people free..." Archangels call upon me To take command of the troops Embark on the mission the Lord has given me I left the strawberry fields Of the river valley My Lord and Master leading way Hundreds of miles I covered To finally claim My inheritance, my God given name Archangels call upon me To take command of the troops Embark on the mission the Lord has given me I fear the pain But with the Lord beside me Everyone's heard of my name Armored and confident I'll crown the King France will be rightfully reclaimed War against the English Many young men died A century of pain and fear Many buried their children All have known great loss God forsake this hell we've seen I, Maid of Orleans Devout saint of God Brought victory to the whole of France I, Joan of Arc Accused of heresy Rewrote history, changed the past

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I'm the knight in black I sweep the field clean for you I'm the one they tend to call insane I'm a fierce attack I lead the armies for you I'm the one out fighting for your name I'm a sideshow act My cuts and scars disgust you Countless battles have deformed my face I'm a Satan's pact My heart's been cut out, bled dry Sleepless night have made me see your ways I have protected you Devoted my life to you I've been your confidant and friend I handed you glory and fame I gave you everything and I I've had enough Enough of your "win or die" I'm a freak at night Children are afraid to be near me Even my own kin's filled with dismay I avoid the light Eternal darkness thrills me No one cares about my soul, my pain I'm the beast of might And as a beast you treat me All I ask for is to break these chains I was created to fight You made a monster of me I renounced my oath and I broke my blade Now I'm coming for you You don't think I'm human I got a mind, a body and a soul You won't see this through This hour of retaliation You've done this to me long ago

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Streets filled with joy Children come out to play Worries far gone The world seems to have fun today All colours bright and gay Are whirling around Cheerful music plays Hypnotising sounds Oh, on with the show On your darkest day Oh, these clowns you enjoy Your children, I rape We're harlequins of deceit Hiding behind our paint Midgets and freaks Enticing your kids away This glorious pageantry Threatens your town Chanting gallantly We are tradesmen of the young Hysterical countrymen Protect their progeny Fools drawing swords Like flowers with useless thorns Families torn apart By our side-show of fear Our very bitter carnival Will challenge who's near

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

We demand some recognition For it is our god given right Shout it out The world must listen For finally the clans will unite I've seen them march downhill And I will lead them on the field My name is Angus I won't be falling I want a country of my own I've seen those liars They'll soon come crawling I want a true king on that throne I command a glorious army For freedom these patriots will fight We protect our lawful legacy Assailing the English with all our might We decline any servitude No man abides by English law See approach proud Edward's power We'll leave as free men or slain be all

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Silent shadows Disturb the snow Vast remains of a world we used to know Distant thunder Is pounding low The eve of death has never felt so cold Dogs are howling For they all know The raging terror crawling from below The evening sky A million crows Tortured souls The twelve will soon be gone As was foretold Thousands of outcasts moving along Seven years Through the snow Let them be lords for one day Their quest for freedom is bound to fail Go tell the sun we're on our way Come with us Prevail From their high thrones The stars look down The face of night with light like hope does frown A painful breeze The breath of god Chases twelve to the mountains where they fought The mist that hung Upon the trees Upon the mountains they fought the mystery Of mysteries That no one sees They fought belief The airs that brood over solitude Palpitate in the hearts of their troops The twelve have fought What remains unseen They fought belief

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

The church in need of resurrection To restore the unstable faith Challenged the unbelievers The holy city would be saved Lots of true believers Were eager to participate As many a king and knight Were lured by the bait We rode off to another battle It would lead to another raid Depredation our inclination Doing God's work was well paid Conveying extrication Salvation given by the sword Butchering all heathens Who didn't submit to our Lord We are Crusader On a rise of revenge Avenge the crucifixion of our Lord We are Crusader On our chest we wear God's mark All of us were summoned to fight the dark Words of chivalry were spoken They were washed out by the wine Promises of a truce were broken Easy killing so divine Devotion was our weakness And the church our alibi Raping pagan women Only to purify After a day of carnage Everyone was caught Seventy yards from paradise The final battle would be fought We found ourselves surrounded By armies covered in gold We had nothing to offer Our souls had all been sold Seven days the battle lasted We were falling one by one Even for knights there was no quarter Left to die in a red hot sun Captured cities retaken Payback time had begun Villagers were slain God's army on the run

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

In this time When brother poisons brother To secure his grip on the throne Kings believe lies told by others Since long their hearts have turned to stone Do we look to anyone who bothers Before this kingdom will be torn apart Do we pray to the holy mother To find us a king who is pure of heart Stop the clansmen fighting We are king of kings A mighty warrior, pure of heart King of kings The legends write my name in blood King of kings The land will soon be free Don't fall for monks And their sermons Empty words do not sooth the pain Nor do they fill our hungry bellies Or provide shelter from the rain Now the king... is slowly dying Greedy lords rape the land like a whore Loyal servants are mourning, crying While they drink the spit from the floor People survive... on bread and water In the court they're drunk from the feast The king has died and his son succeeds him The line of tyrants provides another beast

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025