Trespasser
The world turns in a toxic bed of fear Restless for blood Where belief is the only truth That sharpens the heart With scars that rain from within them Conscripting daughter and son Ensnared in malicious collusion Too bound for thought As fountains of cowardice clamour For annihilation Further profit, tightened control Necrotic distrust A dream, a demon of this place Standing before, shrouded in hatred Reeking of death And blessing the dawn! All life is revolting In the spirit of Lucifer Bow down Kill or be conquered None remain indifferent No lies shall be questioned No seditious inference From the corpses abound laid pale To the dying breath Behold the flayed, gilded horizon And bathe in its symphony Of dire richness Ripping the face clean to the skull A violence forgotten How sweet the taste For the garden of gore must be Rightfully quenched As It demands
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
Fate bleeds on the steeps of nigh False kings chosen by birthrite Prey upon the souls of light To become their dominion Submerge divide and malign A brutish reign cursed with the will To die Death hides beneath the lie In wait to dine on the carcass Day grieves the night’s divide Longing to reverse the first light Day grieves at the night’s divide Sorely forever falling Fate bleeds in a mess of yarn Hearts quake with fervent derision Entwined in chaos to tremble Before the wake Receive the sweet breath of deliverance And anoint the void Angel of evulsion, come forth With a sharpened strength And be done with this
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
Cowering before its brilliance A blessing drawn from blood visions With eyes wide and arms outstretched Cowering from a conclusion An insight to despair That colours the world red With vicious passion Let faith deliver a world gripped in spite Of the highest strength And let the face of God Flash with twitching candor And it won't let me down Lead by the blight of slain And carried by whispers I'm held on the winds that rake The corpse of time Beyond the fallen And it won't let me down Piеrcing dissent within your hearts From the mazе above and between the sky Unto the monument Surrendered To be dredged Dredged along the graves of the holy Caught in the nets of negation Blinded by consequence Lifted higher as skies give way Like snapping tendons no longer upheld By the grace of deceit Stolen by shadows And they won't let me down! Filling dissent within your hearts From the maze above And between the sky unto the monument Surrendered
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
Cut me loose Spilling from archaic wounds The ill-festered impression That grew beyond the fog of stars Stirring in feral hatred Cut me loose Primal awaken the conflict Internal combustion of The holy self-messiah Staring down a foreign dream That hangs above as it claws at me The scars that form, a single word Branded in blazing repetition: Cold So cut me loose Crawling these lakebeds to choke Whatever virtue is left above Withering in thе driest heat But not alone so cut mе loose Spilling from archaic wounds That stir in feral hatred A bitter conception sent for us Sent from the foreign host
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
Alone along the winding rows The dark blooms of September nod In pallor, shades of fleeting vibrance Like a shifting gaze, twisting from the light Poised in suspicion A dissonance has broken through the ranks Like a fever dream Everything’s alive and it seeks to destroy Searching for any means to reach a form The call goes out The trespasser must be found Alone along the winding rows The dark blooms of September nod In pallor, shades of fleeting vibrance Like a shifting gaze, twisting from the light Held in the eerie stillness No mouth to speak or scream No breath A manifold of eyes survey Everything's alive and it seeks to replace Hunting for any means to be the scorn Stalked through the dark The trespasser has been marked To be beaten To be erased Sacrificed On the grave of judgement To be beaten To be consumed And left to rot In the bowels of justice
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
Reaching for the light But the devil wants in Caught in the dirge Back in a colourless dream On the cold white breast On the serpent lips On the barren skin Falling shadows Reaching for the light But the devil wants in Smoked filled rooms Conjuring plague Gather the weary Gather the lost To lead them further astray And alone In the cold light of dawn In the eyes of a snake In the breaking of skin Falling shadows Reaching for the light But the devil wants in On the altar of birthblood Caressing the babe Reaching for the light But the devil wants in Into the halls of senility A strangulation wrapped In silence
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
Bathed in deathlight Lays a fever dream Soaked in the panic Glorified by the screams And as it came to wrest All life into the rabid void The lovers, blessed to tremble Destroy themselves With obscene arousal Divine desecration The beating of the wanton harlot Splayed and begging Laden with sorrow Flesh eaten through Calling out To be with you Buried dreams' Burrowed paths intrude Through walls of somber To be with you Dead feeling Followed by chasing truth In the hour of souls To be with you Spectre of grieving Hand down a knowledge due Held to remain Alone with you Before the purpose Beyond the grave A rite of wounds Has given life Through pain Before the horror Beyond the grace Disembodied from what is left Left bleeding (divine) Before the purpose (desecration) beyond the grave A pulse of death Has taken life In the flesh of a heart still beating (divine) Before the horror (desecration) beyond the grace And reaching in to be freed From the wells and the gallows
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
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