Iconic
I'm walking against the currents, dampening my feet into my thoughts Twirling lights that lead me to nowhere I have made you a slave of your blindness and self-ignorance Faded pictures I yearn as they go away Painting landscapes non-existent Concealed in a cage I try to find a way to rifle through my mind And find the key that will unlock that door You can't break the latch on a chest from the unknown Faded pictures I yearn as they go away Will you help me see? Will you help me be? Will you look away or set me free? When sometimes resound in the wind The unheard echoes of my cries I see the light in the end Coming through the glass and guiding the path to the icon in me Why does it feel like I'm daydreaming? Why? the reflection in the mirror is not mine! Silent root digging deep inside makes me lost in reverie And this body doesn't feel like home Fire and ice come from my soul against my will Faded pictures I yearn as they go away As I'm remaining withered on my own Will you help me see? Will you help me be? Will you look away or set me free? When sometimes resound in the wind The unheard echoes of my cries I beg the winds of my fate End this retribution, bring me peace and take me there
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Embraced by shackles made of silver A light of a candle as your only friend The song of the silence lulls you in this night Your soul begins to salivate An ebony glow among the shadows The footsteps resound louder and louder now A dull creaking sound sends shivers down your spine Anticipating what's to come You've made my sickness so alive You feel it right You feel it wrong All is fair in our twisted little game I make you fly I make you cry Doesn't matter the price to pay You'll always ask for more Pleading for more! With blood on your knees, I grip your flushed face And force you to bite what mutes your gasping voice I draw with my nails a seal of ownership And now I proceed to chastise you Pain! Toy! Now suffocate! Game! Toy! Pray to my navel! Pain! Joy! Scourge and beating Game! Toy! Scream! You feel it right You feel it wrong All is fair in our twisted little game I make you fly I make you cry Doesn't matter the price to pay You'll always ask for more The sense of lust The scent of life
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Across the emptiness, the fear itself arising These ruins have fallen into disrepair Fire in the sky Rain of destruction A spark of wrongful death that led into obliteration The price of lingering with blinded eyes Swallow now your cries and pay for their sins Pay for their sins Where was the mistake? We went astray in throats disgorging regrets Our salvation was laid to waste by the storm Scattering a big wave of despair A sparkle down below, an omen of disorder Painting the surface of this living hell Deliverance put into question The point of no return, the embrace of the suffocation Comes from this nebula of black and red Choir singing melodies of pain Melodies of pain Where was the mistake? We went astray in throats disgorging regrets Our salvation was laid to waste by the storm Scattering a big wave of despair Now watch me fall Servants of deceit Being forgotten by the fallen gods Master, pull the strings from the vortex Where this chaos has awakened Cataclyst, I am falling down in reverse I can feel the taste of sulphur A fall of the great light Where was the mistake? We went astray in throats disgorging regrets Our salvation was laid to waste by the storm Scattering a big wave of despair We fall again
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Reign of terror rising under our toes in a forced destiny Deprived of humanity by the demon who portrays this conflict No way out but submission The flesh, the hunt, the wound Victims of hatred in an unprovoked fight Throats cry out for one more day Towards the sky that our blood carries on painting Pain is pouring down on us like rain, soaking our shaking bones Composure crumbles away in the pale sockets of their empty eyes Forfeiting a resolution No way, no peace, no life Disguised as honour We're pushed into the flames Throats cry out for one more day Towards the sky that our blood carries on painting red On this field of skin and bones My brothers, bound by fire Cling to life and I see on the other side Some faces I know from times gone by And yet we are still forced to fight Dragged into this hole Destined to close this circle A cycle doomed to repeat itself Throats cry out for one more day Towards the sky that our blood carries on painting Words dying in the echo of time 'Cause in the end, in this game It's either you or me
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026