Dissonant Progression
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Martyrs lie in the graves of deceit Scorned by hate, in pestilent defeat Once proud puppets of hypocrisy Spoiled bodies, laid down on their knees Crimson dawns charged with a-bombs Behind the walls men disguised in green Slaughter of the innocence For the profit of the vile First bury a man, then a nation Millions are expandable Once found ethics of virtue Lost in the faceless felony They know, they lie, they die In the name of god They knew, they lied, they died How would you pay their blood? Warmongering for centuries The aesthetics of a dead art Bring it down, take what once ours The aesthetics of a dead art Mark our words, raise your fists Your tyranny ends here Harnessed men stand their ground This is how we'll bring you down Years of crumbling mirth Make them a distant memory As they stretch down the strings Pull them down, take their wings Martyrs lie in the graves of deceit Scorned by hate, in pestilent defeat Once proud puppets of hypocrisy Spoiled bodies, laid down on their knees Mark our words, raise your fists Your tyranny ends here Harnessed men stand their ground This is how we'll bring you down
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
In the middle of the amaranthine garden Bodies struggling to get hold of a throat To catch, cut and put a stop to this madness If only they could clutch their fingers Tombstones do not look for a name anymore The last words of the dead are long forgotten These roads become our graves And amber white lines are headstones As harmony is built upon the dead Bodies struggling to get hold of a throat To catch, cut and put a stop to this madness They know the history is written in blood They know that these killers shall not stop Neither flags nor frontiers have changed the meaning of death Blood cleanse their machine brains As they crucify each and every human being They advance, to choose their war machines once again Use the crossword and select your weapon Terror, humanity, reason, famine, democracy, degradation Shall a spark of hellfire bury the hearts bestowed
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Marks of inferiority stain our hearts We'll shatter the shackles of prejudice Intolerant leaders and their loyal pack We'll deliver them out truth In dying days we walk and shout Through downtrodden nations With one voice with one ideal No colour and race leads us to dissent We'll unite in the name of reason Above the ruins of avarice We'll rise with the banner of passion Resolution through mercy Mercy through integrity What we've loved, we all sacrificed For the greater good of humanity This wall-less prison Holds us in a state of fear Who are you dictate us? We refuse to be your slave
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
What glorified aim can keep us in line? Which grand design shall bring peace to us? One by one, each generation Drawn into the constant conflict Breed in animosity, an ambition driven vendetta Left us with wandering eyes that see no future Five more seconds and your world shall crumble Our saviors await at the silver screens Outshine with the light of collision they praise our martyrs It is the humanity's hour of sleep that scorches the earth Five more seconds and our world shall fall apart What glorified aim can keep us in line? Which grand design shall bring peace to us? The little great men of vanity Struggle to secure their thrones Inferior minions without compassion Marching through a parade of aversion The lies, they feed on them Venal products of a corrupt system The diversion of truth they've led I'll-founded fabrics of an illusion
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Bury your head into the earth Take a look at the world from here Open your eyes without doubt Can you see it clearer now? The last flower you took from the soil All of your fears become real Run to the blade that will cut your throat Coldness of steel may ease your pain By your hands, generations lost You won't get a quick death, bastard The last drop of water you drank All of your fears become real Eyes set to see Hands far from the kill The red in the sky It was ours, now bring it back This is the end of our age The sun will never set again An aimless world rolling through chaos Purity, in essence, is lost
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Every time I gaze at these walls Memories perpetuate my suffering Misguided by a blind devotion Scorned by the failure of ages Oh, sweet touch of insanity Echoes in my reclusive mind I salt my wounds with the truth As I cut myself to bleed again What chained me to this moment of confusion? Feasting on my conscious with bitter paranoia What holds me back from bringing down these walls? My feeble mind failing me in the end Every time I clench my fists I see that the walls are closing in Petrified and disheartened My soul is broken with fear Oh, sweet touch of insanity Echoes in my reclusive mind I salt my wounds with the truth As I cut myself to bleed again Now I'm lost, I'm naked, I'm depraved, I'm blind Within these walls, the truth is lost
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Nine hundred days of constant pain Reoccuring nightmares without a break All these things I've left to recollect Found them broken longing for my past Agonizing seclusion Crippling my senses with distress Burn this remembrance I've burned these bridges (without regret) Waiting, calling, praying, craving One more day, one more night One more year and it will be gone Tension will drag you down Crawling like a snake under your skin Let the worms slither in your eyes There is nothing left to see One year from now on I'll start to see again All these mistakes I've made They won't chase me for another day
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026