Somber Nation's Fall
In a peaceful dying, no throne waiting for thee in a peaceful dying. <br/> Vigorous hearts for angered masks is common trade in the somber nation during faith in the season fall. <br/> The season fall is a masquerade. <br/> Hauls in the name of defeat. <br/> Hauls in the name of the Fallens. <br/> Greets my perfection at heart. <br/> Smothered by earth's embrace, makes earth's embrace suite a death parade. <br/> <br/> Life is gone and forever you will be marked without your soul. <br/> Know that with every step you take you suffer forever. <br/> In this grave for mortal souls, you'll forever delve in pain. <br/> <br/> But order of worlds went awry, scorching the sky. <br/> Conquering the nimbus so old. <br/> Guardians of Somber Nation falls. <br/> Pioneers of nature, those are the few. <br/> Dead in the stories, those that we knew. <br/> Order of worlds are in chaos. <br/> As we breach walls. <br/> All of them! <br/> <br/> Leave this somber world behind in terror and pity <br/> as the Fallens leave way for this bringer of war. <br/> With growing wrath and angel wings. <br/> A break of regulations profound. <br/> <br/> All the remaining ghouls, screaming in terror and fear. <br/> Fear of staying on these grounds. <br/> Carved like in stone as he leaves them behind. <br/> All of them! <br/> <br/> An angel has spawned <br/> Awaiting it's newborn dawn <br/> As the savior who once died, again the answer for their cries. <br/> Brought from the dead to become the bringer of war! <br/> Brought from the dead as the... <br/> <br/> ...order of worlds went awry. <br/> Scorching the sky. <br/> Conquering the nimbus so old. <br/> Opening the purgatory of gods. <br/> When season is over and the masquerade in hell <br/> no longer forces dead to their cells. <br/> To rekindle a soul once anew, sending the heathens to their doom! <br/> All of them!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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What is life? <br/> Burning hungers to be heeded at any cost? <br/> Does it differ, surface time from afterlife? <br/> The passage between the two vast realms, guarded by the Fallens' hands. <br/> Sublime practised supremacy. <br/> <br/> Gods persever and fold as the counsil calls for more burdened souls <br/> The cryings are lost forever, so pitiful they'll be. <br/> Mere denial of faith and hope. <br/> <br/> Is this the end of fallens, which these worlds divide. <br/> Ancient inscriptions in runes and magic words. <br/> Black-angelic creatures, breed inside of open wounds. <br/> Leave hold of avengers forever? <br/> Is this the end of Fallens? <br/> Do hope these runes endure... <br/> <br/> So my friends, history leaves a mark in the books as the Counsil now have freed. <br/> Embers shall fall, on the day the writings die, the son back from Deadlands stride <br/> <br/> What is life? <br/> Burning hungers to be heeded at any cost? <br/> Does it differ, surface time from afterlife? <br/> In his solemn mind he shelters for a haven as nature fails. <br/> Needs a sane mind to lean against. <br/> Being the first to realise how to pass the fallens twice. <br/> Enter Deadlands' gates then back again... <br/> <br/> Is this the end of fallens, which these worlds divide. <br/> Ancient inscriptions in runes and magic words. <br/> Black-angelic creatures, breed inside of open wounds. <br/> Leave hold of avengers forever? <br/> Is this the end of Fallens? <br/> Do hope these runes endure! <br/> Is this the end of Fallens? <br/> If so dead magic flows...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
So now our hero's fallen! <br/> Sent to shades with a slaughtered soul <br/> He don't know where he's gone and he has lost control. <br/> A place for the burdened few stuck in endless limbo <br/> Fruitless wait for call to liberation <br/> <br/> All these mortal beings now mourning life on these fetid shores of this sardonic void <br/> Once granted a mortal life, granted the gift of birth, now just a marble piece in a cold foundation <br/> <br/> Screams trapped in mouths of men confine these lands. <br/> They can't see, they can't hear, they can't speak <br/> Still they roam here endlessly as the Fallens sheep <br/> <br/> Inside these trepid halls, the Deadland counsil calls <br/> And as every time before, the verdict echoes far <br/> <br/> Give your soul up heir! <br/> And face the embrace of nature. <br/> Turn your back upon your gods! <br/> Pure, his soul ablaze <br/> Can't feel the foundation in thee!? <br/> You bear the life... we seek!! <br/> <br/> Deadlands! <br/> A somber nation draped in shades! <br/> Where slaughtered souls can wander free <br/> Deadlands! <br/> Our hero equipped with an angel's eyes <br/> As his darkness leaves these somber fields...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Many years has passed now, since the treason came before us.<br/> People are suffering still, breathing fear. <br/> And it comes from within, agony brings them to despair, seeks vengeance upon those who started the fall. <br/> <br/> None speaks the treason, silence feasting on hearts so frail. <br/> Families plundered, families slain. <br/> Once lush and prospering, now desert meadows and vast land fields. <br/> A war swiftly passed but the remnants were cursed... <br/> <br/> Ignorance burn and plague rests, suffer engaged the reaper bow. <br/> They bear, in fear, out here. <br/> Death comes out of there! <br/> <br/> A pale hooded figure stepped through the odour, simply walking away. <br/> No more feeding from outstretched hands or promises. <br/> <br/> This hooded creature were born to a slave, a circumstance he rejects. <br/> Fathers and fathers of dead generations, all born the same... <br/> <br/> Utter curses of pestering silence. <br/> This son will not take it no more. <br/> Mediating with inner turmoil. <br/> What in hell is this conscience for? <br/> Temptations are fed through the heart, screaming at peace, screaming out harshly of lure. <br/> Was really this meaningless life meant for me? <br/> <br/> A fire in his eyes as dark as disguise. <br/> This son will not take it no more. <br/> Reverence for fathers and time that has gone. <br/> What in hell is this conscience for? <br/> Leaving his family oathed to a blood feud for fathers and fathers of dead generations. <br/> Imbued with will, setting his feet for the road...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026