The Great Beast We Serve

What great beast do we serve Who has hands on the bloody pages of history Whose stench it lingers In the darkness Long after you pass away, with great power Who new the monoliths From the mountain And placed them to guide us To the stars Who built these fortress walls Of their kingdoms so tall To the gods above and the gods below We go.... Haven of murderers desire And through the blackest of fire To the gods above And the gods below Who only vie praise to those we know

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 15, 2025