With All Their Might

Welcome to a place where the cold is strong, Where the winters are slow and the road is long, The mountain is my master, A slave to the climb but I must climb faster. Who is that man walking into white? He beckons to me and disappears from sight, It tears at my face but I bear the storm, It matters not for the bonds keep me warm. Welcome to a place where you're far from home, Where the walls are white and you struggle alone. He cannot see my face, he's getting worse, At the peak of insanity, climbing in reverse. Storms in his eyes give light to my cause, Saving his mind to animate this corpse, His fits intensify, these bonds must tighten, Trembling, his stare knows no horizon. I feel no pain. I know no fear. And I see no God up here. Upon the frosted fang. Who is that man beckoning finger aloft? Though I fall I pick myself up, It matters not for the rocks are so soft. There can't be another, for I am alone. Finding respite, sheltered by a stone. I close my eyes and cover my ears, The man disappears. I see the mountain. I see clouds follow me. My eyes cripple horizons, Beyond what man has ever seen. I lust for the mountain, The summit calls my mortal soul: "Cast yourself from the peak. That I might swallow you whole." Welcome to a place where the river never dries, Where the road goes on and the winter never dies. This is my march where my will never bends, Where the mountain is tall and my climb never ends.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

This hate is so strong I must inhale fire! I will my cheeks to be bellows to the embers of the pyre. You and your existence are one and the same, But you can't stop screaming the rank of your name. You're sharpening that axe but it couldn't cut muster, Hacking at the neck, the victim cries "Suffer!" You're biting your teeth, all retch, no bile. No one needs convincing of your Mona Lisa smile. You're preaching to the choir, not one of them can sing. The voices of the righteous sound violently thin. The picture on the water is captivating. You are the unfulfilled, the weaver of lucid dreams. Stay a few seconds in silence, Wherever you are, clearly you will hear our screams: We will stamp you out, You'll swallow ground, We see beneath your mask, your lies, your crown, We will stamp you out, You'll swallow ground, The crown is down, With all our might we stamp you out. If these walls could weep, we would surely drown, You won't smile so smugly when you're swallowing the crown, If these walls could weep, we'd surely drown, The nail sticking out will be hammered down. Inside this broken mirror, reflects a shattered soul, Cast down like a stone, The porcelain it crumbles, the vain, the cracks expose, Painted flesh on bone. The tomb awaits its mistress, preserve the rotten soul, Bound in cloth, encased in gold.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Be it a bone or a broken staff, Crush hopes, make a shell of a man. Cut down to the scars on our knees, I see you traitor! Bound wounds packed with salt and clay, Drown in ash to take the taste away, Forged, crushed, forced to kneel, Torn nerves replaced with twisted steel. Another throne, our broken path, Lead her steady, hold her fast, Steeds track through the crimson waves, Guided by the blade, She’s nervous, trapped behind the lines, Of fear and filth and butchered lives, A trigger in the hands of minds, Too young for graves to bind. Divide the weak, spread suffering, dismay, Be steady, hold all our restraint. A storm of swords will rain upon the backs of broken men, For us they pray, scattered in the aftermath. Another bridge won’t save the trust we stripped from our first born, This will won’t break, as iron strengthens iron. Before dawn breaks the night we push on through the fog. A place where cowards thrive and good men die like dogs. Bite the tongue until you can’t ignore, Blood in the mouth beats blood on the floor, Weed out the weak to keep the bloodline pure, Claw the lungs until they breathe no more. A chalice held toward the sun to appease the hands that bind, Our collective inner toil, spill poison on the mind. We’re strengthened by iron, reduced to tears by pen, I throw my hands deep into filth to find myself again. Divide the weak, spread suffering, dismay, Be steady, hold all our restraint. Prepare yourselves! For a storm of swords to rain upon the backs of men, For us they pray, scattered in the aftermath. Another bridge won’t save the trust we stripped from our first born, This will won’t break, as iron strengthens iron.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Traitors in the palace, Across the ravaged land this lake is petrifying me. Break bread with the heretic, Calcified beasts bear witness to the symphony. Angels sinning in the heavens, Blinded zealots pay tribute to sustain the gluttony. Taking cover in the sky, But every single vessel’s lifted by the rising tide. Weaker begets weak begets strong begets stronger, All born equal shall remain as such no longer. Stronger begets strong begets weak begets weaker, Swords borne of shackles as the sought becomes the seeker. Weaker begets weak begets strong begets stronger, All born equal shall remain as such no longer. Stronger begets strong and the stronghold, it is weakening, Traitors in the palace now make way for the king. Smashing the hornet’s nest, Upon his land they drop like flies, Baptised, screaming “I confess!” This lake absolves and petrifies. Where is he now? A monument to tyranny, Statues alive behind the eyes, Their shadows grow as daylight dies. Make way for the king. Make way for the king. Make way for the king. Make way for the king. All hail.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

I am the flail of God, The sickness in me they admire, I speak, hear no blasphemy, I'd strike the sun if I desired. Follow me to the Elysian Fields, Where men are made martyrs by the order of my seal, Our flame forever bright, no fire here extinguished, We the divine! We the distinguished! I soar like an eagle, These dogs have never fled before such evil, I stand before white, red and black, We are the wolves and we'll tear the flesh right from your back. Stand with me before the gods of old, Proclaim my word across this world, These worthless rats, this plague that I shall smite, Mark my words, we'll hammer them down with all our might. Break the walls, storm the gate, I am Rapture Incarnate, I am Rapture! (I am Rapture!) Do you hear the word of God? Loose your bows and draw your swords, Draw your swords! (Draw your swords!) Your eyes are wide and white, what a sight to behold, You are crippled, blue and cold, Your mouth is in the dirt, leaving a bitter taste, Your body decomposes, I'm nourished by your waste. Blasphemer, Foul deceit runs through their teeth and rots beneath, Redeemer, Strain to drain the vein I taste to take the pain (the pain) away, See me reign.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Shadows provide the only sense of safety, Seed of consciousness absorbed not just by living things, Our race denied, existence our purpose, Gears pushed through electric pulse, where power pulls the strings. One man shall stand, In the face of Armageddon, All flesh shall feel the strain, All hail new land, In the lakes of retribution, He is living revolution. Aware, alive, overturn the fortress, Find yourself a scattered camp, a denounced deity, Between the eyes there's no soul or purpose, One collective mind prevails, a cognitive machine. I won't be bound by bones or blood, I won't be dragged through the stones and mud, I stand tall deep in electric lakes, We bury our grave mistakes. Hive mind, breach the fortress, Evolve, second reign, One pulse purges darkness, Human, no bound, no chain. Backbreaker, forsaker, Destroyer and creator. One man shall stand, In the face of Armageddon, All flesh shall feel the strain, All hail new land, In the lakes of retribution, He is living revolution. When the back breaks the kingdom will fall.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Mechanical behemoth, golem of the sky, To be closer to the gods would be to burn alive, Like a hound without a bone chasing cautionary tale, Screaming for blood until the taste becomes stale. The flames below appear, it's not fight or flight I fear, I dread the dead, for Hell is empty, all the devils are here. As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through, It's deep in circuits where the blood dilutes, And the gear's worn down and the sun dawns, How light bathes the floor it storms toward me now, As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through, It's deep in circuits where the blood dilutes, And the gear's worn down and the sun dawns, How light bathes the floor as it storms toward me now. The engines roar screaming murder! The sun is an illusion, no light upon my back, Airborne leviathan, all guns blazing, prepare to attack, Howling at the trigger but the silence brings no pain, Without means of murder, purpose ignites flame. The flames below appear, it's not fight or flight I fear, I dread the dead, for Hell is empty, all the devils are here. As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through, It's deep in circuits where the blood dilutes, And the gear's worn down and the sun dawns, How light bathes the floor it storms toward me now, As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through, It's deep in circuits where the blood dilutes, Chaos carves across the sky, I promise death and we burn alive.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

There's nothing left that's right, There's nothing right that's left, I've forgotten myself, this is all wrong, The urge to close my eyes is strong, Once more towards the light, There's nothing left that's right. My tongue is in the water where the tide is white, My heart is in my mouth, and nothing seems right. A drop in the ocean or tree in the hollow, The truth of existence is a bitter pill to swallow. In the search for my mind I tossed it over the side, This doesn't feel right, this feeling's hard to describe. What should I throw and what should I keep? Who knew what we would find in the waters of sleep? I'll keep the other vessel at arm's length, For it is now crewed by men of ill-intent, They break the bones of those outside their tribe, Theirs is a scripture to which I will not subscribe. I'm against the tide and time, This feeling's hard to describe. There's nothing left that's right, There's nothing right that's left, I've forgotten myself, this is all wrong, The urge to close my eyes is strong, Once more towards the light, Out of mind and sight, There's nothing left that's right. They say a few good men is all the world needs, But they're drowning in a hole which does nothing but bleed, I've got one chance to pull it back from the brink, But my boat is full of water and I'm starting to sink. This horse is lame, it falls over waves, It's pale and it's breathless but works like a slave, My raft in tatters, it's sure to capsize, My knuckles are white from holding onto the sides. The keeper stokes the fires of the beacon at the top, Of a tower that drives us all onto the rocks. I thought the water would be quiet I was right, They warned me of the lighthouse but it shines so bright. I'm against the tide and time, This feeling's hard to describe. There's nothing left that's right, There's nothing right that's left, I've forgotten myself, this is all wrong, The urge to close my eyes is strong, Once more towards the light, Out of mind and sight, There's nothing left that's right.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025