A Crypt in the Stars
Rise, Rise from your slumber The Lord of the Ziggurat calls Rise, rise to the sun Light knocks on your door and calls you to the dunes Serve your Lord Gather up the spices Offer unto princes Revere the mother watching over you Translation: Here swords tremble like trees The stars weep onto the throne of the King God looks up to the warring skies And in the dirt reads of the world’s demise Come! Give gold, give blood, give bone So that the threads of existence do not fall away from the sky
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
The battlefield is my realm Here I roam and conjure fire Green skinned and evil, my people They bear my standard high Throw your fire, conjure higher Driven forward by the mana in my hand I command and they obey In the shadow of the mountain As we forge our evil path All will die underneath our swords They say “we are the horde” We are the horde We serve the Lord Our bodies rotting on your blades We are the horde We serve the Lord Your bodies rotting on our blades The battlefield is my realm Here I roam and conjure fire Green skinned and evil, my people They bear my standard high We are the horde We are the horde We are the horde
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Lord of the Ziggurat, hear my call War is coming from the stars Gather up your men Raise your spears to the sky War is coming from a land lost in time They are crawling through the heart of mine Protect your god and your city will be veiled From their evil magic and lust for flesh Lord of the Ziggurat, I call out to you Darkness gathers for the fall of heaven This place must be protected from their fire So call your men and build me a pyre Their ships are coming through the clouds in the west Preparе a sacrifice of blood for your fortress All your men arе shields to the stars Lord of the Ziggurat, your name echoes in dust Ascending your throne with a spears final thrust War is over with one drop of blood
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Wanderer, lost in the void In your ship, broken and destroyed You are the last Dysir All these stars watch you as you disappear You sailed your ship to the nearest base Abandoned by an ancient race All I see is empty All your men have fallen here Gravity pulling you towards the void Where you will cease to be Where you will cease to be There you lie in your ship as it falls apart Will you find a rock? Will you find something to cling to? This is your tomb in the sky Where the last of your race will die There you stand in your crypt in the stars There you plan the funeral of your kind As I command this ship of death You are the last one You are the last one There you stand and gaze at death You bear the curse to be the last of your race There is no hope here I am your end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
I follow you On your great journey through the dunes I follow you through the night I want you to stumble Yet I hold your hand all the while My eyes are the eyes of gods My hands are the hands of the divine I have dined on ashes From the sacrifice of millions in the temples Now ruined And dust is all that remains So I follow you, my last believer So I follow you, my remaining worshipper I will redeem you I will consume you You will build me a shrine The first to meet the divine I will ascend to my thronе in the stars On the ashes of your sacrificе Burn the temple Build the temple Burn the temple Build the temple Rise, rise from your slumber Rise to the sun The Lord of the Ziggurat calls Rise to the sun
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026