Goatmoon / Bizarre Uproar

Dreaming of the land that existed a long time ago When nature and war were still the same Once so beautiful land, fertile and pure Pristine and rampant nature Clear-watered lakes as far as eyes can see Untouched wilderness Humble folk, calm as the nocturnal night sky Living from the forests and soil Nurturing each other A plague of cross arrives Era of swords and spears, sadness and hate Blood was shed and the earth was mangled With steel we fought the men of the cross And the smell of the christian blood And the yells of our dying fathers filled the air Our shrines were crushed and homes burned For the way of the church and christian values Lands and fortunes plundered The glare of embers once our home in the dark horizon This paradise would never be the same again And the tears of our fatherland fell

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Everyday empty shells of human around me, still I am alone, I was born into this winter deep alone, I am the last of my kind, like this beautiful landscapes before my eyes, poisoning impurity, parasite of my home land, If no one is willing to stand beside me, then proudly, I fight alone !

Submitted by The Void — Nov 11, 2025