Powerslave

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As a young boy chasing dragons with your wooden sword so mighty. You're St. George or you're David and you always killed the beast. Times change very quickly and you had to grow up early, a house in smoking ruins and the bodies at your feet. You'll die as you lived in a flash of the blade, in a corner forgotten by no one. You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel, one man and his honour. The smell of resined leather, the steely iron mask as you cut and thrust and parried at the fencing master's call. He taught you all he ever knew, to fear no mortal man. And now you'll wreak your vengeance in the screams of evil men. You'll die as you lived in a flash of the blade, in a corner forgotten by no one. You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel, one man and his honour. Die as you lived in a flash of the blade, in a corner forgotten by no one. You lived for the touch, for the feel of the steel, one man and his honour.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

He threw down a glove, you made the mistake of picking it up, now you’re gone The choosing of guns or fighting with swords, the choice of weapons is done He’ll tear you apart, as soon as you start, you know you don’t have a chance O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, fight for the pleasure O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, fight for your life Ready to start, the duel begins, the best man wins in the end A lunge and a feint, a parry too late, a cut to the chest and you’re down Seeing the stain, then feeling the pain, feeling the sweat on your brow O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, fight for the pleasure O-oh! Fight for the honor, fight for the splendor, fight for your life The fighting resumes, a silence looms, the swordsmen move ‘gainst each other A cut and a thrust, a parry, a blow, a stab to the heart and you’re down The Angel of Death hears your last breath, meanwhile, the reaper looks on O-oh! Fought for the honor, fought for the splendor, fought for the pleasure O-oh! Fought for the honor, fought for the splendor, fought to the Death

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

I turn the spotlights on the people, switch the dial and eat the worm Take your chances, kill the engine, drop your bombs and let it burn White flags shot to ribbons, the truce is black and burned Shellshock in the kitchen, tables overturned Back in the village Again in the village I’m back in the village again Throwing dice now, rolling loaded, I see sixes all the way In a black hole and I’m spinning as my wings get shot away Questions are a burden and answers are a prison for oneself Shellshock in the kitchen, tables start to burn Back in the village Again in the village I’m back in the village again No breaks on the inside, paper cats and burning barns There’s a fox among the chickens and a killer in the hounds Questions are a burden and answers are a prison for oneself Shellshock in the kitchen, tables start to bu-bu-bu-burn! Back in the village Again in the village I’m back in the village again But still we walk into the valley And others try to kill the inner flame We’re burning brighter than before I don’t have a number, I’m a name Back in the village Again in the village I’m back in the village again, yeah Back in the village Again in the village I’m back in the village again Back in the village I’m back in the village I’m back in the village again

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Into the Abyss I’ll fall, the eye of Horus Into the eyes of the night, watching me go Green is the cat’s eye that glows in this temple Enter the risen Osiris, risen again (Ahh) Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave (Ahh) I don’t wanna die, I’m a God... why can’t I live on? (Ahh) When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste (Ahh) And in my last hour, I’m a slave to the Power of Death When I was living this lie, fear was my game People would worship and fall, drop to their knees So bring me the blood and red wine for the one to succeed me For he is a man and a God and He will die too (Ahh) Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave (Ahh) I don’t wanna die, I’m a God... why can’t I live on? (Ahh) When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste (Ahh) And in my last hour, I’m a slave to the Power of Death Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins Silent the terror that reigned, marbled in stone A shell of a man God preserved for a thousand ages But open the gates of my Hell, I will strike from my grave (Ahh) Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave (Ahh) I don’t wanna die, I’m a God... why can’t I live on? (Ahh) When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste (Ahh) And in my last hour, I’m a slave to the Power of Death Slave to the Power of Death... Slave to the Power of Death...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner See his eyes as he stops one of three Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea And the music plays on and the bride passes by Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody’s been Through the snow fog flies the albatross Hailed in God’s name, hoping good luck it brings And the ship sails on, back to the North Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on The mariner kills the bird of good omen His shipmates cry against what he’s done But when the fog clears, they justify him And make themselves a part of the crime Sailing on and on and North across the sea Sailing on and on and North ‘til all is calm The albatross begins with its vengeance A terrible curse, a thirst has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung And the curse goes on and on and on at sea And the thirst goes on and on for them and me Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean Water, water, everywhere and all the boards did shrink Water, water, everywhere nor any drop to drink There calls the mariner, there comes a ship over the line But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide See, onward she comes Onward she nears, out of the sun See she has no crew She has no life, wait but there’s two Death and she, Life in Death, they throw their dice for the crew She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now Then crew one by one They drop down dead, two hundred men She, she, Life in Death She lets him live, her chosen one “One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh Each turned his face with a ghastly pang and cursed me with his eye Four times fifty living men and I heard nor sigh nor groan With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, they dropped down one by one” The curse it lives on in their eyes The Mariner he wished he’d die Along with the sea creatures but they lived on, so did he And by the light of the moon He prays for their beauty not doom With heart he blesses them God’s creatures all of them too Then the spell starts to break The albatross falls from his neck Sinks down like lead into the sea Then down in falls comes the rain Hear the groans of the long dead seamen See them stir and they start to rise Bodies lifted by good spirits None of them speak and they’re lifeless in their eyes And the revenge is still sought, penance starts again Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on Now the curse is finally lifted And the Mariner sights his home Spirits go from the long dead bodies Form their own light and the Mariner’s left alone And then a boat came sailing towards him It was a joy he could not believe The Pilot’s boat, his son and the hermit Penance of life will fall onto Him And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea And the hermit shrives the Mariner of his sins The Mariner’s bound to tell of his story To tell his tale wherever he goes To teach God’s word by his own example That we must love all things that God made And the wedding guest’s a sad and wiser man And the tale goes on and on and on and on

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025