Devotion

Tar flows into the charred veins of men Breath in full the sawdust of icons that birthed contrition To emend us from our violence They once saved thee from the tidal of the flames Leaving our thoughts behind Fleshbags fall in line Crawling forward they will sanctify your blame No repentance for their lives We'll know no meek reluctance when we'll face our fall To satisfy thine malevolent desire while the holes in our hearts Are adorned with golden spires We are closer to the edges of the gorge Not leaving this world until our work is done There's no grave too shallow where to lay the remains Of futile blood games There's no way to reconcile thee Lavish greed holds the flesh in contempt Watch them suffer by the hands of unknown wretched parasites Parasites Celebrate this made up upheaval to enforce regression Thrown us back into the alliance Bring back the raving voice of reason to the maze Nothing is left in sight Fleshbags fall in line Crawling forward they will sanctify your blame We are closer to the edges of the gorge Not leaving this world until our work is done There's no grave too shallow where to lay the remains Of futile blood games Nervos belli, pecuniam infinitam Nervos belli, pecuniam infinitam “"Endless riches forms the sinews of war”“, Cicero

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

The bounds of wretchedness kept expanding in the ravines of hope Inthroned shadows eating up ripened flesh in their halls When we became separate? Losing the will to retaliate Cowardly granting our souls to the fire Forget about us and shed your mold Leading the way to regress Cracked skin peeled away from the face Were they so wrong? Freedom turned bane Where we belong? Forced to delve into the trench We must understand soaring rage abides in the past To know the suffering, we're grieving today some more The mounds of scorned ash hosts the maggots suckling the shreds of their self Futile endeavors twisted by treasonous hands for fool's gold Wastelands engulf stranded states cleansed from redundant ideologies Sickening coffins emerge from the mire The stink of morals shall drown the mass Leashed to the beam of regrets Sinking in a unanimous maze of distrust Were they so wrong? Freedom turned bane Where we belong? Forced to delve into the trench

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

The splendour has fractured like splinters of broken bones Tainted words blisters their remains Breathe the dust of their dead To fulfill their demands Breathe the dust of their dead feeding me Threnodies praise the mangled bodies still encasing the last of their souls We don't mind swallowing the whole world to keep our greed bloated Parch them, sway them, blacken the skies Provocations build nations - We don't mind to kneel down, send us to die Shattered buildings pouring fountains of blood The sparkle has burnt through the last spoils of human thought Justice sires hatred Our vile attempt to sow discord in the end seems to justify all the means Undermine the plinth that bore the weight of sins until downfall plunges this land into the grave Decimations build nations - We don't mind to kneel down, send us to die Shattered buildings pouring fountains of blood Gone Breathe the dust of their dead Breathe the dust of their dead To fulfill their demands Breathe the dust of their dead Breathe the dust to feed

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Wave the blind conceptions of good and evil like a smeared flag Of a nation that's now devoid of the least discarnate shred of pride Kill them - Kill them, until the truce is near Higher morals mangle bodies through mere calculations Dehumanize the adversaries then you'll justify your deeds Bloated parasites sick with an overabundance of human blood As we promulgate the necessity of violence to eradicate the seeds we sown We feel nothing This exact scheme to putrefy this whole land from the inside was executed Just to fill the void of your dead womb Ethics absolve us from sin Label them inferior forms of life Carve on your skin the sacred wounds Mantras in the end shall become truths Kill them - Kill them, until the truce is near Higher morals mangle bodies through mere calculations Dehumanize the adversaries then you'll justify your deeds Bloated parasites sick with an overabundance of human blood This exact scheme to putrefy this whole land from the inside was executed Just to fill the void of your dead womb

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Thy betrayal made this land so dried that rites won't birth more life Deathlike revenants of old times By the words of the fathers grown insane Searing winds will hunt them down Shall the philosophies of foul ones be the invisible poison Seething fury comes unbound Gathering the unworthy bodies For this righteous bloodshed Ominous droughts shall choke the rutilant soil with thorned weeds Embers shall cremate the remains then purge their blood The scorching rays are glowing while we breath the infected light By the withered alcove ` Seething fury comes unbound Gathering the unworthy bodies For this righteous bloodshed Writhe to feel the scent of steel and rot pouring from warm entrails Forlorn progenies of old times Vines encroach the last remnants of their reign to reveal the empty sire Faded philosophies of bold ones Now intangible black clots Fathers - Sever me from all this Fathers - Sever me from all this Fathers

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

We feed the masses to their tombs to reconcile with war Therein the nothingness retains all its worth To make us understand the dreadful scars of woes Fragile as the mould of glass that forged our mortal shell Burning our sons trying to sense the cruel quintessence of truth The second sin has come and gone Blessed us with pain The second sin has come and gone Why the echoes of the graves would blame us for their agony? We shall be just swept off the face of the earth Why does the nails of justice endeepen into your hearts? Seven days to unmake this orb Is it enough to call us gods? The final chapter of our tome has been sealed off with thorns We failed to withstand all the weight of our words That always craved to rend this world in half As worms waiting to rain down from heights we were never meant to reach Burning our sons trying to sense the cruel quintessence of truth The second sin has come and gone Blessed us with pain The second sin has come and gone Gone

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Paved the way with slanders scratched upon the walls to falsify their claims Cowards dressed with thorns plant in their land the seed of the loss Thy men muster at the call and by the night decimation falls upon the descendants Burying the truth away from the light Taming these sands with the embers of will Then in their wake nothing remains nor lives Bloodied corpses still throw another stone This silent war waged from afar builds twisted lies Through the preachers from the West Black fumes shall fill this empire thriving against the odds To pacify this land waiver your lasting scorn Bearing inside the pride of the lost Born to hegemonize torment while they stain your name Morally defiled Enslaved by statues of gold Hunger hushes all the cries then hoards their bones The cremation of a race doesn't scare us They made a desert and called it peace Taming these sands with the embers of will Then in their wake nothing remains nor lives Bloodied corpses still throw another stone This silent war waged from afar builds twisted lies Through the preachers from the West

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Through the craven voices they disgregate the ties That coalesce us into death rites to instill the doubt Leech the morbid blood pulsing into the crevices of bones Making our way through this hell to reach decline Together we seek the final demise tonight Bonding of corpses tormented until the crave undermines the fabrics of truth Chants become screams to coerce these rambling fools Birthed into the plague to spread the lie Tangled destinies fulfilled inside the trench Bring in the feast for worms Laid to waste for the useless lust for war By the ravaged council the sentence must be imposed To remind us of the old ones that felled the stars Leech the morbid blood pulsing into the crevices of bones To sanctify the slavers leash Making our way through this hell to reach decline Together we seek the final demise tonight Servants The master is blind Servants The master is blind

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025