Where Hope Goes To Die

We are the insurgence of novelty Rising through anarchy In order to wipe the slate clean Here to undo all this idleness We’ll fill the blank pages of history They will call us barbarians Hordes of heathens They will scorn us and spit their poison upon us So evade from this flesh-made prison Concealed behind rotting traditions Spread the plague of unending revolution Enforce the myth of destructive creation Are we bound to disrupt ourselves? Cultivate our vengeance Instigate more anger Instill the hate for predecessors We shall crush every resistance Walking on the shoulders of giants Brimming over with all our cruelty So evade from this flesh-made prison Concealed behind rotting traditions They will call us an unpredictable error They won’t understand our radical gesture We are the hands of terror We are the insurgence of novelty Rising through anarchy In order to wipe the slate clean Here to undo all this idleness We’ll fill the blank pages of history This is the eve of disruption We announce imminent collapse We are bound to disrupt ourselves So evade from this flesh-made prison Concealed behind rotting traditions Spread the plague of unending revolution Enforce the myth of destructive creation Are we bound to disrupt ourselves? They will call us an unpredictable error We are the hands of terror

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026

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No sun shall ever rise again There is no sense left to appeal to In horror we feed Abandoned by our own beliefs The sea is rising The heat is scorching The cities crumbling Underneath our feet We're walking on the rubble of our certainties, the shadows lengthen We are approaching the terminal dusk of our despondency We are all witnesses And complicit in this bloodshed of reason Rеsponsible and yet without guilt Therе are no gods left to judge over our sins Terminal dusk of our despondency We are all witnesses and complicit in this bloodshed of reason Go No sun shall ever rise again This is the terminal dusk of our despondency In horror we thrive In horror we feed To horror we kneel During this everlasting eventide with crimson tinged We invoke vengeance as our sole faith Left to the fury of the winds No shelter will be held pristine Martyrs without a cause Forever relinquishing hope Heirs to the lowest humanity We will not be redeemed Responsible and yet without guilt There are no gods left to judge over our sins Terminal dusk of our despondency We are all witnesses and complicit in this bloodshed of reason Our spirit rotting We invoke vengeance as our sole faith No sun shall ever rise again This is the terminal dusk of our despondency In horror we thrive In horror we feed

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026

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Cult of the dead Death is the most precious gift We were ever to receive We are taught to cherish it As we are kept on a leash Attached to the chain of ancestry Immemorial and incomplete Death is a fact And yet death is a matter of faith If we didn't believe in it How could we endure the pain? We were given a chancе To rise above our despair Now is thе time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead Now is the time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead A legion of ghosts To which we obey Weighs on the brain of the living Pulling the strings of our fate Should we submit, or try and redeem the past? Our forebears silently observe Eager to see us act for better or for worse, go But it is up to us to decide how much we can endure Gazing backwards, we move ahead We'll let the dead bury their dead We'll let the dead bury their dead We were given a chance To rise above our despair Now is the time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead Now is the time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead Now is the time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead Death is the most precious gift We were ever to receive We are taught to cherish it As we are kept on a leash Attached to the chain of ancestry Immemorial and incomplete Death is a fact And yet death is a matter of faith If we didn't believe in it How could we endure the pain? (We will let the dead bury their dead) We were given a chance To rise above our despair Now is the time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead Now is the time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead Now is the time to reinvent ourselves We'll pay our tributes to the cult of the dead A legion of ghosts To which we obey Weighs on the brain of the living Pulling the strings of our fate (Pulling the strings of our fate)

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 22, 2026

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