The Black Crest of Death, the Gold Wreath of War
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Below the flag And the crucifix in chains A candle is lit Watching the wick blacken The flame mysteriously dancing Violently eating it's fuel There is a feeling Of leaving this world From the smoke Voices of death call The choice is irreversible Drawn to the other Destroy earthly praise Unwilling to accept the flesh The torture of life The excitement of death Isolation cannot corrupt Or penetrate the minds chambers The immagination of evil Will rise and we worship the irons The black crest of death The gold wreath of war
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Fire cracks the hands Bayonnets split the ribs Water fills the lungs Muskets deafen the ear Wounds on the walls of the house of god Soaking hooves and boots Track ominously on the marble floor Torches mirrored in his golden halls The ambivelance of man's religious mask Hide his face of nature's hatred Light reflects from the swords Bright blades pierce the dark smoke And are in holy war The spirit of death is alive Trumpets revel bloody song Dead armies ghost's Take communion in unmarked graves Physical death can not stop Unfailing alliegance Suffer in hopeless glory
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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