Bloodforged Abdication

The insurrection shall now begin against the masses The rabble to be graced with my spit The stones that I shall tread upon to reach my destiny No longer shall I welter in sorrow No longer shall weakness be sustained Raise high the blood drenched banners of war Raise high the diadems of the conquerors of this world Onwards march towards victory No longer shall destiny elude No pity, No mercy The weak trampled under cloven hoof I am the weapon of Bloodshed I am the instrument of victory And I shall not bow my head And I shall not be Conquered For that of which I speak is already heard And with the insurrection we shall bring a new age When the mightiest of beasts, the man-god Shall rightfully rule his world again The human weakness shall be crushed And warrior virtues upheld again For it is deeds that shall smash empty words And it is wars that shall create new worlds

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Hear unto my voice this prophetic sound Retreat into sacred solitude Symbols and signs bear fruit to the wind Horizons yield seething towers of hate Insular strength- Invincible Pay homage to the coming fall I am the Bringer of Fire to the people A sacred Entity against mass Journey the ways that soon be followed The rebel titan Prometheus Plunging into distant Fears Incandescent and alone Crowning myself with bloodied hands Standing out amongst the fallen In defiance I shout a caustic cry Invoke invisible Power invincible The Star shattered Dawn The beholden Spirit of Destiny I am He... One is Strength and One is Wisdom One thwarts the bleak collapsing fall One attains the gifts of Reason Empowered with the bitter Truth Through suffering perseverance to the end One Strength emerges Frozen in Steel Dark brooding ways come close at hand Bearing the Light of a new day Tribulate occupy the decayed thrones As sweet as fire Glorious Dawn upon the Plateau of Might Now burns Straining laughter forth from my mouth A peal of chimes crowning death I will bear the children of the world Carry the Wise on the shoulders of fools Spite and spit guide sight to the rest Who in the distance wither and die Bolts of Fear (of pain, of disease) Father Struggle awaits in ambush Winds buffet with no known recourse A challenge in Glory and Force... Back to Plateau of Invincibity

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 07, 2025