Eve of the Conqueror

Whiplash comes easy To the spineless and the weak Envenom the foundations Deceitful and false... Blood shall be spilt The morbid fascination to the chimes of the knell Summoned by the charm of a soul that is blameless Enriched monuments of descending virtues To become embroiled succumbing to temptation Whiplash comes easy To the spineless and the weak Envenom the foundations Deceitful and false Life or death... it's a flash of the blade, a duel of the sword Life or death Life or death... it's a flash of the blade Life or death

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Before one enters the palace of courage You must ask yourself - "Are you ready to die?" Are you prepared to bleed, do you know what death tastes like Have you gazed into the blood soaked corridors of immortality This warrior is armed to the teeth This warrior has life and death in the palm of his hands And sips the wine of mistaken identity And consumes the thought - "Is this my last stand?" Harness the beast from within The upper hand is ours All things sacred to you I'll smite The primal instinct to win For man is never truly alive Until he has felt paralysing fear wash over him in a ruthless tide I'm guided by the power of the pentagram My honour, my devotion, our union...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

I have this question for all of you Will you smash through the shackles, our moment of truth? Well I think it's now, now or never To use the past, to forge ahead in the future A new city shall be born The merchants of vengeance have called Dormant we are no more Blood pools filled with emotions of those Who suffer from their ignorant bliss (Here I stand draped in black) They may paint an enemy so barbaric But no ground shall be lost They may clench their fists But expect no prisoners here There are scores to be settled Settled once and for all An infinity of rage will invade their battered souls Condemned and subjected To our inquisition We shall revel in the spoils of our conquest The clan of the horned divine

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The symposium of knowledge Encompass this still night Exhume the devil within you Gospel of the horns... (from the abyss we have returned) Reach inside your dark wandering soul Follow the darkened path to your destiny Wielding the fire brand with malice In a bloody tide of crimson courage The tide has swung for the audacious and brave Never destructive to one's own interests The hammer will fall strongly wielded with both hands For an iron will is the will to succeed The hammer, the hammer will fall Splitting the boundaries of life and death as we know Cause we're a force, a force to be reckoned with A force, a force to be reckoned with...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025