The Manuscript
Within the words lies something cold A glow of light from one so old Every page calling my name Symbols excuse me of all blame Your presence here astonishes me The colossal things that you will read Just breathe my name to set me free Your soul alive will be my fee And one by one the numbered fall My duty is its own reward Better do ill than suffer it Alarming fingers of my wrist My name is dark and my want will claim thee The command to weep has now been given This is how the words are freed And the lashing whip of utter greed A ruined soul and empty man A lost shaow so old and damned An awful martyrdom, so holy and feeble A winter face, lonely eyes A husk containing bitter lies To sleep now, buried away To be read again, to be obeyed
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Wintershire, we defend, up hills high Into the dark weave of a great dark storm Cold, red snow, from their flow from sword and bow Kings and men, fall or fight, a punishing Everywhere, thousands lie. God almighty! Driving them from our land to their sea Great fathers and sons, brothers everyone Out upon that scene, under wintersun Draw your blade once more From the trees they pour Say a prayer out loud. Let us end this war Sweat at the sword and the killing hand Let the steel answer them. Show no mercy! And snow leaves a drift of sin and loathing Yet they come evermore Many fell today, and their bodies lay All across this land as their spirit fades Name upon name, fabled and brave Years of doing this, but they always came My wounds let me know the rage of winter and the world Every hour, I'm broken down I will not kneel before you broken Nearer now, their faces clear And books held in bloodstained gloves Right from here I can see the whole world dying in their flames In the beginning, were the words they forced into me Pages inked in blood A new God comes to save us all
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
I placed her steady, in front of me And within her lips, she caved into me And hold her fast I did Lest she be swept from this earth The sullen coast of her heart The menace of her island I know that I am unkind I'm honoured, lover, that you still try Her heart, careful and broken She places its pieces below And with the length of her whole body Are shadows so very old Her body was a belief My kiss its dedication A serpent this is she Whosescales release the ocean Her weeping face, I hold in my hand As her salutation It's from her shadows She took me, to cast asunder Se that fears my presence Loves me when I'm absent The growing blindness of my soul Sinking under
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Salvation dropped me from her dying arms Endless, the skies are dark This world is nothing without her As it limps from beauty's answer It dies in the hand of summer This long savannah of her The weapon of your body Lays my city to waste From blood on my golden sand I came up and washed you I'd lost saints for you! Drew towers into the earth And a silver blade from God Hands directly above us Bacchus drowns more men than Neptune And I put my name among them I hate everyhing around me But I want to carry you back To Heaven
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026