Subterranean Movement
Upon the chest of the dormant idol we walk Marching to the same monotonous beat The standard bearers of the oldest plague and strongest hate Towards the dream that we in truth is forbidden With our voices, we raise our hands to the sky Offering ourselves as the highest of all sacrifices With the earth left behind and the stars our destination Bright looking are the works to kill all aging We welcome our future with open arms For we have found a way to leave behind all living (Denying the fact that our hands have turned into claws) Dying by this wish to reach The towers built by alien life forms The thought of this illusion seems More appealing than before Make yourself as arrows of silver Then aim at the navigator with deadly power Death is just a taste of life Just make sure it won't kill you! Rise from the tomb that has imprisoned you for centuries! With the stars out of reach now the grave is our destination The thoughts of hellfire have broken down your will! Despite from all mistakes I have learned my lesson well Which is a great gift to bring with me on my path to hell Always built from the fundament of guilt Is the drawback preventing you from taking action
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
O fathers of the wildest nightmares that are soon to pour like the darkest rain all around this servant Who stained his credibility by the bloody deed to feed only the hunger of one And who therefore stole from the tree that bare the Fruits and truths that were meant to feed the needs of many Take from me now, what you see as wrong but don't leave! The contours of the light that once shone all around you I cannot see anymore, I hunger for death immaculate You may believe that you rule me, but wham are you to say that by the amount of rewards I have earned on this earth, you are given the first of nights and might to judge me? For the treat called sympathy, do not speak to me, for of her dignity I have seen none! But if such a blessing may be given. And for all of her worth, then let me have some! Lend me now, a beggar soon to come, a penny To quench his thirst for life, or at least a tiny fraction of what you so proudly speak of to be your mercy! Or am I for all the regrets you are meant to forget? From the corned I am trapped in, it has never shone so clear to light that you were, it did never touch me! My soul, to be a hell for eternal prayers of dying Yes, for I am destined to become an outcast The soothing saviour for all kith and kin To lay their plagues and feverish guilt next to My body, to be the deepest of graves for all living to fall into An earthy abyss for all harlots, and their likes to copulate And with me they shall fester in the grime and gutter And give praise and warning to what still is unseen Our pipes to sing our sin called sympathy In harmony to celebrate to dying of vitality And to become the manifestation of all Haunting visions of earlier aging forever We are the performers of the same play An death over and over again Every time the curtain is lifted We reach nearer towards the end So it has been, and so it shall be for all eternity Most humble, and thankful, I have served but by this I have learned, I was strapped to the plough And the irony of the reward I had yet to achieve Was to be mowed down by the scythe! Now I see; the knife I hold is not meant for me The damage you tried to escape wasd already done!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
Where is your battlefield? I walk side by side with mine The voice of the enemy always seems to be there on time The iron inside that is the will is no longer And the sword of the enemy was so much stronger Drugged by death, this existence strikes hard A hater of life, for that I am punished A primitive being, and in impurity supreme Retarded of emotions, a quantity you don't seek Locked behind a wall of flesh Have to pity for my catastrophe My body is prison of unbreakable walls I hate what I am and what I shall become I mutilate myself as an act of defense Life through death is the real escape And the alcohol fuels within as a raging fire Burning me up from the inside All work and no play You know what I mean Words and actions share no synchronicity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
March steady against the heresy of life Crush all doctrines, and reduce them for the masses to spite Came with us, share the pleasures of our triumph We carry the truth disciples of death and pain War ravage the land and blood is spot in clashes An abomination of fire we are called for we won't accept the lies we are told Can you hear the "white tongues" united in a verbal coil? Thus sounds the prayer of a plague that refuses to see the great beast within And face the fear one calls free will! The laws of the ages that they follow have grown old And like the scrolls on which they were written So had also their faces become We have given them the proof they have seen the signs for the future But still they deny the fact that god is dead and all laws faded with him The subterranean movement marches on No light shines so bright that you want get burned in the end Rise up, speak not in tongues Rise! From bended knee to mankind supreme If their eyes have opened and they still refuse to see There is no hope but to kill them Now the time has come to tame their weakness By the devil I know that we'll win Though this may seem long see the fires are burning low And in the ashes something new begins to glow Let no rules take hold of your existence Rise to form your own order of discipline Collect your broken bits and pieces For the eyes of hypocrites are as deep as the darkest sea And on its bottom there is nothing to see!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
Gather in circles to collect the wings of the fallen On our mother's ground they were abandoned And here they have lied untouched for centuries These are the only remains of the havoc we created For all those so full of wishes still In the wake of their dreams to become reality And the uncountable possibilities these hope posses Please cover you up with patience and utter excitement I will return for one last time To place my hands upon your heavy shoulders And invite you to proceed in this final march of honour Through the portals of the temple where within it's four walls Every breath means the ultimate hypocrisy And degradation of our time of history that has passed Now the hour of judgement is at hand! It is time to rip the mask from the face of the master race How come you throughout your life have Denied the importance of the forefather's struggle? Why do you laugh at the honest effort they did stake forth? By... the intention of creating a worthy existence For you to continue to develop Why does it seem to me that we have all taken a step back? Speculations in the dark corners of human nature You shout, and brush aside this as irrational by the evidence That the powers we are in charge of, both negative and positive Have to be utilized to their full extent Such does life appear in order not to die In a state of mind where personal stagnation in the matter To leave the earth by the images of such a scenery You say, you will not indulge to anyone The silence you feel this void called living has lead you to View this at nothing but a test of the susceptibility of your individuality Only the ones aware there is something greater in store for them Shall be given the right to speak Their voices shall unite with the voices of kings To herald the return of the mother of conviction In celebration of this moment all those who claim themselves believers Can see then have been held as fools for a 1000 years Held to rest by the grip of a faith that preaches Values of insignificance and depression Now they can experience that in the countenance of their idol They have been looked upon upon as spreaders of plague and misery Which will spin on to the day of their termination The masses considered worthless Shall bring their acts together So that the oppressors shall be hunted down And no mercy will be given To find out you have been nothing But a test of fame and fortune for others Surely can tear you apart The tongue warning against Believe to have an answer to it all But when all else fails and you are not prepared How can you stand the last fall?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
Misanthrope to the bone, still I hide among my enemies Loyal to the art, the community at my service I raise the questions, yet they function as orders A degrading observation seeing how weak their will can be You are a slave to mental whipping! Trapped within a vacuum where there are no second thoughts For whom who are involved, life is indeed the longest walk In numbers by the tables we are seated Yet alone for we have discovered that the lie we lead is not our own Allow yourself to growl Subjugated and battered Still you cling to the nature of this cause And the instruments of mental dissection are digging deeper the grave of flesh that is meant for you Not even reaching six feet, still you are practically dead The abyss is shouting night at you! The darkness has lost its meaning! Against it's boils there ain't no cure, once contaminated This pest will be a natural forced act of defense Not even modern days science can charge it contents For the mind is stronger when insane Who holds the future when all scientists have gone mad?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026
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The voices of the many pretending to be living How come they cannot hear that they are already dead? The voice of a stranger can beat even the most secure of individuals to the ground But why does he allow his earth to listen? The fire that did burn within destined to set aflame our hearts When did it's last embers cease? The fire that speaks of danger is always lit by an angry mind Unable to foresee the deeds that his actions set loose For the fear of dying, we are dying of fear Thus forever to trample upon where we have earlier thread Though I by my smile may look beaten believe me I am not! For what is all the pain we suffer except for what we choose to lay upon ourselves? Mislead you say I must have been to bear in mind Such an iron will, please don't express your false concern for me For I have murdered cowardice and I have learned how to cross the obstacles That traitors did cover up ages ago! In all our pettiness we cast spit upon the one to wham we should be grateful But blinded by mirrors to strengthen the belief that we in them witness beauty We face every new day in a state of assurement Yes we are indeed the master race! Mankind such a walking dogma As drones we feast upon the dead flesh of tragedies Shut is the ability to praise what is breathing next to us My eyes are red and sore, but not from tears But of what these sights are causing me If dust could be knives to pierce in your eyes You may as well could feel what I feel Your eyes I now look into are mirroring nothing But feebleness, all color has turned dead white To feel hunger you look upon as to always starve And the only mouth to feed is yours But when your belly's fed, come taste another side to hunger As brotherhood is slowly being prisoned by greed When the universal concern to bear upon one's shoulders is oneself Who can blame you for not having any remorse For what you have achieved by a poor man's sleight of hand? You are only aware of the fact that The quest for individualism is ever increasing
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 21, 2026