Marrow
This track is instrumental.
Don't go My heart seems to have fallen into your pocket It'll hide there, unseen and forgotten Until you return And I feel so strange without it A small hollow lingers Just where you rested your hand Why am I such a fool for you? I can usually hold my own Your head is in your hands And I'm terrified your hard-won strenght Is running out You're tangled in my heartstrings Your sense and grit entwined in all I do You leave I know you'll be back, but when you're not around An empty sound solidifies inside me It stays with me until you return A soft, blue note humming in the air A slight change of light It makes me feel just a little less alive Why am I such a fool for you? I can usually hold my own It's a thankless, heavy world out there And I can see the weight of worry wears you out I know you're tired If you need me, I'll be there You won't stand alone
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Save us from the cold disease Of those who worship on their knees Who waste their lives, abased and small Praying to a token on the wall Let me live with open eyes And accept my end when the time arrives Reject the tenets they embrace The mad ideas of sin and grace The shameful gimmicks that exploit the weak and poor Religion sanctifies untruth Tells wanton, rancid lies to soothe To keep the underdogs from stirring in their chains My will be done Let our world find relief From the shackles of belief Let no thought be sacred ground Let no fable hold us down No god above, no god below By our own hand, or by none, we evolve and grow What they preach is full of bile What they teach is old and vile The hate and fear so poorly hid beneath sweet words The sickness spreads in humankind And the infected have gone blind Drowning reason in the noisome blood of faith And the righteous, rigid grins Mask the depravity within Dark transgressions pardoned in an idol's name I make my own morality You shall not curb my mind for me On my own shoulders lies the weight of right and wrong
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
I am the marrow, the roots and the toil The sun and the slow tide that moves through the soil The time in the tall trees, the wave in the grass The memory of water that sings through the glass Know your mind Fear the pools that are shallow and bright Go below, find the means to an end Hold on to yourself Know that the legends you would forge begin at the ending Mortar and tendons easing back into dust Even as you ascend, remember: you are descending Leaving your tracks to weave and dance in the dusk My eyes are seeing long ago I am the marrow, the will of the stone The sleep and the fury, the song in the bone The sand through your hands and the words in your ear The heart of your longing, the truth in you fears All you touch am I Know the world It is what it is Accept and atone Go beyond and it matters no more Hold on to yourself I am the marrow, the voice in the night The wind in the darkness, the leaves in the light The pain in your gut and the blood on your mouth The drowning within that you can't breathe Can't breathe without Know your mind Own your name Hold on to yourself I am the marrow, the blood and the soul
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
When the world was young and bright A champion was forged in steel Given the ability to bend and kneel Armoured in a cuirass of close-held feelings Into battle steps a thoughtful knight Through trial and error he acquired a stubborn streak Gallantly he renounced the need to speak Hoarding his stories behind his collar Slinking into action full of cautious might Snow White's in the garden playing catch-up with her broken dreams Then behind the forest there's a murmur and the path begins to shine The ancient trees are trembling for the prince to come Underneath the canopy of wilting leaves their faces are aligned And it will feel so good And be amazingly true Like an open wound when it's bright and new Like the taste of love on a firm and steady hand Or the present tense of a tingling brand Oh, there's a thousand stories waiting to be left untold A bashful victor, bold but redicent He didn't know that evn though the path seemed clear A foretold fateful spark was poised to set the whole world on fire He caught a chimera bursting into life Fierce and lucid like a sordid dream Snow White's in the courtyard playing hangman on her fingernails Down through her spine runs a shiver and the stars begin to climb She holds her breath and look! - here the hero comes Underneath a waxing moon the heartache proves that irony is blind And it will feel so good And be amazingly true Like an open wound when it's bright and new Like the taste of love on a firm and steady hand Or the present tense of a tingling brand Sleek coils of fate are twitching, writhing in obscure salacious waves A seething mass beneath the tower Her face is buried in a secretwhile he puts his gloves away Strong fingers choking on the power It will be good And outrageously true Like an open wound when it's deep and new When surrender rides on the softest kiss When the safeguard's gone and it feels like this Snow White's in the garden pouring honey with a muted scream Snow White's in the forest and the story isn't what it seems Snow White's in the courtyard and there's blood under her fingernails Snow White's in the tower of red shadows and the pattern fails
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Softly, hours seem to rush you to your sleep Names and faces blurring into memories to keep Counting down the days Counting you away And while you breathe, you beg for more For time and hope and dreams But you're a whisper drifting down a ruthless flowing stream Keep your mind alight Keep your will alive Keep holding on Don't lose yourself to fear Some of the sorrow will turn into songs Threads of purpose though our lives Endless darkness and blinding light Make it real So stand your ground You'll bleed and hurt, but you will stumble on When nothing else is making sense and luck has let you down Make your losses count Make you hours count Keep holding on Don't lose yourself to fear Some dak and painful nights will turn into songs Threads of purpose though our lives Endless darkness and blinding light Make it real Threads of purpose through our lives We will stumble on Blinding darkness and endless light We will stumble on This is the time when the shadows grow longer When sharp blades grow blunt and you need to be stronger This is the point where you don't run for cover Where everything's urgent and nothing is over This is the truth and the heart of the matter If you cannot hold, then everything shatters
A slate of darkness waits to fall Cold tar pervades through crumbling walls At the core, a black hole dwells It will devour the moment I could win From within the venom wells A poison string of words to break the skin Deep down something hides, softer and kinder A ghost from long ago when nothing was broken But it stays buried The cease-fire was over Before the war began Each fragile grain of joy will fail What's left is weak and small and pale A thousand vicious voices joined To gleefully point ot where I went wrong That anyone I ever loved Was laughing atmy fervour all along And from the ruins a creature emerges A crippled, lonely thing, bewildered and broken It lifts its scrawny head to plead for a way out Sit back and watch it run Will there be a time where I'll be whole again? Give me an hour's worth of shelter from the storm I'm waiting to fall
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
All the little singing birds tethered to a tree Never to take flight again Never to be free I know
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025