Among the Ranks of the Unconquerable
Within and throughout; veins beneath the core The ancient blood, of conquerors, volcanic and pure A conduit, between, the earth and, my mind Ever flowing, infinite, ancient fire Domination of the mind, every life, one by one Formless and, omnipotent, erasing, to reshape Dormant, bloodline, surges on, within the core Enemies, buried deep, Pacifist and helpless Lower lives deny their place, but they are loathe to stray beyond our walls And we have carved our memory within the epitaph of your mind Subjected ones, the faceless sons, they look into my eyes with loathsome hate But ancient songs will carry us beyond our deaths, their memory expires at their grave Unending night illuminated in our thoughts, puppeteer of destiny We become a threshing tool, reducing populations into dust Bearing the, timeless weight, of the masters those who came before Their memory, which moves the earth, lives eternally within our mind
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Empire of steel, glass spires penetrate the crust Drawing power from the core into the tendrils of our brain Earth is made into a slave, beneath the throne we've built within the sky Civilizations are erased, reduced without a memory Dominating the terrain, obeying primal intuition Mastering nature, commanding all forms of life One sword, penetrates, within the tree, of life Humans farmed according to our needs, humiliation of the human form Hands tightening around a throat, drawing power from fading eyes Human bodies harvested, pulled from the root without refrain New walls and godly arms, sovereignty achieved through raw power All will kneel beneath the throne of the spires which eclipse the sun The great wheel of death grinding on, a whetstone upon which all are judged All dissenting forms of life will become, fodder for our cannons Command of humankind is conquest of the mind, and so they must be taught the only way Raw power, remorseless pain, tools to perfect the nature of our world
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
A chasm opening between my eyes, between the place of matter and time The beauty of continental freeze, and yet beneath the frozen waters I can breathe As a Sun blinks its eye, memories are erased But within the ancient stone, quietly a sharpening of blades The acid rain in which we bathe, revealing our true form The killing winds we embrace, bring with them a fifth season
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Sleeping giants, piercing gaze, the eyes of war The blazing light, of galaxies, sinews of the ancient stones Devouring, and absorbing, every piece of life under its throne The deep abyss, of God's tears, within the womb of chaois is your grave Galloping, speed of war, silently conquering In decaym overtaken, by the sword of time March to war, chaos child Grinding against, the spine of heaven Mastery, of all space, bathing in the blood of further stars Propagate, and dominate, so that we may never die The language of, the ancient ones, Absolute and undiluted pain An Earthless voice, only speaks commands, amongst the ranks of the unconquerable
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
The power of, a god's command, a single resonating note Echoing through the halls, upon the ears and minds who kneel to me My agency, in secrecy, clothed beneath the words which they believe The word of God has delivered me, the power wielded only by a diety A human mind starving for command, an empty chalice to receive my seed All the servants under God's law, they know not that I am he Underneath, my control, weeping, at my feet My perfect words are razor web, this is both their collar and their shield Underlings and necessary lesser beings, they must subsist to serve my need Fighting timelessly to construct, a race in my own image God-form enslaver absolute we have become both the lock and key In my hand is then pen with which, the destiny of the human race is recorded All shall bow before my legacy, My children which never die
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Cold tears shed in secrecy, the memories of the deceased Guided by the spectral hands, which formed me to do their deeds The mirror which does not reflect, the living spirit of the immortal dread The anicnet ones who created me, the ancient blood I live to breed again Mortal bodies withering, carrying deep within The voice of chaos whispering, the law which will forever live The ancients which can speak to me, the power which is part of me And from their whispers I can see, those who are my enemies
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026