Owsla

In all mens' hearts it is some spirit old Hath turned with malign kiss our lives to mould Red fangs have torn his face God's blood is shed He mourns from his lone place His children dead O', ancient crimson curse Corrode, consume Give back this universe its pristine bloom

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 09, 2026

Fell down upon the realm of man On a scorned mound We erect another monolith Buckled under its own ego Another pillar of content Another milestone of man Pity the weak We cry out in laughter As trees are felled How the mighty have fallen We mock the roots Parasitic ape; Spills his black blood Blotting out the sun Wither to sallow flesh saplings writhe where man is idle an imperfect genocide Erected upon weakened ground Finally gave way Toppled down (x2)

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Man built god; dragged himself upon a pedestal kicked dirt in the faces of all other life Crowned himself as deity What animal separates this ape from that? The human animal; ignored and loathed by louse and lion Revel in our glory, in every brother is quarry Butcher every life, until our land is stained and dead From our towers we cry "every man shall bear a soul, a right that no other beast shall bear" and in the shadows the dogs shook their heads "shame upon those apes, pride comes before a fall"

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Give us this day! Our daily dead! Curse the sun for this sight Lay strewn upon the ground, can we not offer humility? Breath hungry, life lost, faith starved, Can we not offer humility? Digger dig deep, feel for sights and sounds Press your ear against the earth, upon the ground Runner, ride out, against the turning tide The sun beats down upon the land set aside Foreboding fates will not cease Laying my death before me Arrows split against my hide I am everyone, everyone in these eyes I will witness the fall of efrafa I will witness, witness the fall Give us this day! Our daily dead! Can we not offer humility?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The warren is empty tonight Blood spills on toiled ground Fur will hang in ragged clumps Upon the hedgerows Peace is lost to us now, A fettered ideal! (x2) They are the warmongers And they will make our laws A paw will fall upon the weak They will mark the day In death we make our charge, our last lament x2 To turn the tide, in our numbers; The final will fall - they have our fear We have the will A battle cry will sound out Shrill against the night And with it our retribution; The warren is empty! (x5)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025