A Collapse of Faith
The tide's rising, collapsed mountains of ideals ahead The arts of honourless martyrs the tongues of nation's decay Fleshless bearers of faded credence, scarred for the north. From gallows to stained culture, to the piles of flesh in raging pyres Onset for the future, the hives of useless shells in fire The burial mounds of ash, the horns chime for the end. Like a scent of autumn's decay filling the air The traitor's of manking fading to ashes, smouldering away A thousand voices chanting for tomorrow, idealistic flames ablaze. Mongrels for apostate daughters, the husks among the grains The weeds from honourless fathers, to root and adsorb And a thousand mouths screaming for hope The burden of false ideals hanging in ropes. The surface of each trembles, crumbles beneath the scarred bare feet Above the corpus vermin, lays the stench of the spiritual decease A scarred north, buried beliefs, empty words ahead. An emotional winter, the oblivion rises as devotion crumbles above the fall. A cultural wasteland, a stupor of blood and honour The pallbearer of hoe, prognosis devours The bones of owls thrown to the soil of stained lands And the pyres of oblivion illuminate the demise. Horns of the wintry mountains screaming through winds The wolves shall rise from the ruins of yesterdays. The primitive statues, monoliths of thoughts carved in bones and flesh Shocking the core of the human nature and shattering the ideals of mankind.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Carved from the same roots, grown from the same seeds One stained grand design, a monumental, blazing sight A homage to martyrs, who bled for the cause In the twilight of idols, the pyres of oblivion glow. Above the grand illusions, beyond dishonoured traditions The words became flesh and the flesh became ideals. The rivers of strength and lakes of devotion All written and scarred to the bones of mankind Defeated by words, and aeon of strength ahead A mental prostration, the echoes of yesterday ablaze. A burden beyond the boundaries, a reason prevailing the credence A firmament crumbling the old doctrines collapsing ahead Shattering symbols on the horizon the distant bond fading. Distorted and wretched, a collapse of faith The tongues of stole truth, now rusted and raped. The words of hope drift away, collapsing astray And the soil bleeds below, under the pyres in oblivion Iconoclast among the fallen Forged by the blood.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
And at the last stand, torn and scarred But with pride inside, strenght to bleed And to write the upcoming history Wounds for the future Graves for the past Blood to shed in order For tomorrow to last.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025