Who Knows What the Dark Brings
The sign of the sun in red and black An urge to divide by native soil Through propaganda their vermin sold Crosses of iron draping ghoulish souls An emperor without soul, heart and mind Born with the purpose to end mankind Viewing himself as the perfect evolution Millions murdered as a sinister solution Millions of weak who in silence watched Gave power to a perverted crooked cross The world fought a beast: freedom at last Remember this war, it echoes in the past Cruelty hidden in shapes and forms Unleashing evil sick and abnorm Bringer of death, crushing earth whole Who knows what the dark brings
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
As we move closer to the front Where hell has been unleashed Replacement of the previous wave Who suffered great defeat Our numbers are vast We are Goliath revived Execution or imprisonment Await those who survive An open field The only way to come across The whistle blows Indifferent about the cost Every landmark Zeroed in by hostile shells Futile struggle Futile death Mangled corpses Falling to the ground Stagger forth on frozen feet While machinegun fire mows us down Morale depleted As we're wading through the ones that fell Butchered conscripts Just future versions of ourselves Towards our final rest Our courage has been put to the test No glory to be seen Just a cog in the warmachine They were outnumbered Still their ranks remain intact No damage done By our meaningless attack Reinforcements deployed As the dying draw their final breath Food for the maggots The cold conceals the stench of death Towards our final rest Our courage has been put to the test No glory to be seen Just a cog in the warmachine We are Goliath revived We’ve been bested, we’ve been tried We are Goliath revived We've been sacrificed
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
To turn the right strategic screw A blitzkrieg plan they would brew A nail through the hexagonic shape European borders violently changed The operation led through the Ardennes Demise along the Somme valley Allied units cut off, caught in surprise Pushed back into a sea of gray Borders moved, from the map scraped Baptized in blood, lands draped in red Before the fall the sky was often blue The victims of war fell hard and cruel On june 5th the case turned red Licking their wounds counting the dead Eight divisions, last stand soon gone June the 14th the end game was done
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026