Carrion Lord
Mystery Lies upon the shores of foreign lands Alchemy Will guide your sails What of the last ones, dead on arrival? Why would we squander innocent life? Pieces must move so that it’s machinations may resume Revolving finitely Yet the seeds of my knowledge deceive Leaving the poor and squalid to no reprieve Their discord will remain As long as more lies are conceived Under the light Captured and fed A new hubristic paradise Endowed With the mantle of life Existence waits only to fall They have foretold of this They will it to be by my hand There must be a sacrifice While the altar awaits in the mausoleum Damn this place Disillusion makes us stay Civilization rests on our will As a metropolis rises from dirt So unaware of the malicious anticipation That lies past the mountain haze A gluttonous carrion bird A lustful and secretive stag A sky dwelling prideful leviathan In tandem will bring forth the end To meet our god Garnering flesh and souls to unite them as one Seraph Seven will show before darkness incarnate Lays its waste To end what is and what would have been in this world It’s fall from grace is mirrored in us But we have no claim to the Void Cornered at last Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Look to the deep black waters And you’ll find your way Luminous falsities Control our trajectory The ones meant to defend us Are the ones who will kill us and sell us for gold They have foretold of this They will it to be by my hand There must be a sacrifice While the altar awaits in the mausoleum
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Let them find their temples And believe their truths The live skinned are walking Through fields of salt and clay Their stench of ripeness reeks throughout the air While perched on the cliff side I thought I sensed it true The gleam of polished stone hiding beneath my meal I’ll clean this mess Swallowing the bones Of travelers in duress For they don’t yet know The fauna is obsessed With human flesh Our cravings wait In valleys lined with skeletons Left lonely in disgrace At night I strike Under first sight of Moon light The terror I bring forth Is just a haunting prelude To The hunger of your deceased deity (Sound) The years have not been kind They starve me ‘til the tithe Left stranded in a desolate divide In return For control of my own fortress haven Demoralize I slice the herd in two Send one half to you To share our plunder Left with no choice But instant death or patient suffering Towards a soulless corpse That heeds my word They’ll heed our words Eat the strong and Wills will fold The first course has been served The rest will live until they burn The hunger of your deceased deity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
At long last You’ve arrived Take shelter beneath my wings I have claimed You as mine There is nothing to fear Who built these walls? To protect from desolations reach This empty city waited patiently for those who live Rip my limbs and tear my flesh Make sure no one ever forgets The one who spared you from your lonely destined grave I’ve found the one Strongest in mind Ambition fueled by horror Preying on minds And their Idealistic ends Through coercion I manifest my endless quest To gorge and scourge the powerless She’ll lead them with a guise of mystic lumination rooted in their death Rip my feathers curse my flesh Make sure no one ever forgets The one who kept you in a purgatorial state A Queen of soulless hordes A proxy of my sword She is the shining of A Jewel in Grocinia Reunite Form your tribes Recognize You must die I’ll grant you eternal life If you perpetuate my supply Of flesh Your flesh Blood on my hands Nothing will right the wrongs of the past See what I am I am its Jewel in Grocinia
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Burn Sulfur and salt The catalyst waits For your desire Immortal You’ll stoke the pyre And feed ancient beasts Long live the Ghalean imperial reign Become What you thought was a fantasy Things I've seen you would never believe Cataclysm that resowed the seeds Of your fate Complicity runs through the blood in my veins Immortal flesh binding ritual of faith These are the last words spoken evermore To this accursed plague human race I’ll wait in silence, only breaking it When the bell rings for you to deliver my feast Promise me you’ll never leave Or I’ll rip you to shreds Devour all the pieces But you still won’t be dead You’ve given me your life Whatever was the price An Empress chosen by the lands of desolation I knew it from the start A ritualist at heart, you’re an Acolyte of Ancient ways Galvanized by darkness Advance, rest upon your throne Lavished in onyx and gold Immortal flesh binding ritual of faith This is the last time that your human form will know age Within your body the Aether will flood Stronger than anyone since the last known demigod As your powers will compound and mold Shaped by ways of the old ones Destined to turn Human forms into Lurkers
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the arena Volunteers must be slain As a prerequisite When an opponent has fallen The raven receives the spoils What do you crave? Is it the endless consumption Or the sensory lust The blood drips from your mouth Don’t let a drop of it go to waste Your primal urge Shown in a horrid display Soulless victors join our ranks Pledging their life serving my blade Left with a husk the collector discards When your death comes to greet you with open arms Embrace the call Worship your carrion lord Myiasis Covers the carcasses piled in the pit Rotting down to the bone Soulless victors show their strength Loss of the light, Darkened to gray Warlocks, Crusaders and Alchemists Lurk in the sands They died for our carrion lords Your reward The wraith descends from its mountainous lair Eager to devour through cerulean fire Devotion to the crow, leads their souls to retire from their bodies Left pale skinned owning one desire Servitude through war We share in the in the reaping of this dark continent Viciously consuming flesh and souls for the first time in centuries Know our names Idoric, Yzanthu Commonly exchanged with Death when our mark appears once more Death of the soul Death of materialized form Harvested with gluttony and lust A fusion of memories the Obelisk makes Relinquished as a product of our purpose We all have our masters Control is a godly virtue, one that you all possess Inherently Illuminance Arrogance blended with bliss Shrouding the truth of what is and could be Soulless lurkers flood the gates Ravenous hordes, they feast on our war Glory is found, honor is earned And legends are made by the ones who offer all to me Know these five words Bow to your carrion lord
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Warpath The newly Reborn Experience potent bloodlust Their orders To march And conquer Biropoli The city will fall As I consume the remnants The valley hears my caw The screeching sound of victory The beautiful Slaughter Brings forth Nostalgic sights of doom The murder on Warforged soil Our flock kills as if it’s the last Time The last time Tenebrous sky Soldiers macabre Prepared to die Slaying en masse Share in the death To make it last Blood pouring forth Runs to the sea Mixing in harmony I feed these mouths again They give it back Dwelling in scarcity From the attack Regurgitation is Another seraph born I feed these mouths again They give it back I can see the horrors needed to take place Across the waters In wretched lands of waste We have heard the myths of who you are Stories from generations gone But your truth is one of starvation and toil The Murder on Warforged soil Fodder to me Forever dwindling incessantly Under the rule of a sovereign Queen Fealty sworn to her mark will release You from your soul Burden of soul Deathless in life Undying divine We have begun to know The Tyrant’s desires The aftermath Silence Brings forth an omen born of doom Their doom Our doom Crawls forward through the dark eons to greet The murder on Warforged soil Our flock kills as if it’s the last time
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
This ends here As the ancients congregate to Sacrifice All that they have worked for Why stop now Hoarding is only a process Leading to further embolden The third born Seraph released to Existence Let it engulf their duality We leave none to waste A passover would be disgraceful You’ll find the bodies Hollowed Hedon falls Souls devoured Ash and lurkers Lay in flames Buried with their city Eat them slow Savor the taste of their corpses Aether transformed into new blood We defy Tyrannical limitations We harvest what we desire Disciples Of Aekyr know your place How shameful why do you disobey Your choices Cause problems that compound Solutions are sowed in the unbound Dismembered Before your very eyes Combining darkness with dying light The loss of flesh and their soul Reversion in a sterling form We leave none to waste A passover would be disgraceful You’ll find the bodies Hollowed
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Ancients Rise Back Long before the days Of seraph kind Lands were ruled by demigods Whose greed had soiled their ego Descent, Defiled Warring endlessly, the death And sin amalgamate into a Vampiric decay Of aether From the creator’s Emanation This blight must be Laid to rest I grant you strength to take All that I have given Extinguish my mistake My foolishness projected in their ways Of becoming a god Majesties Grace the realm Before my eyes Soak in your dying light And when you see them you'll know you’ve seen a god in flesh But their visage Is one of hatred Bringing only Death Our sacrifice Will be their demise First let them grow Gaining strength from their legends withheld When their hubris is most at its height You shall smite them to covet their lives Take them apart Collect their souls Consume their flesh Present your offering To the leviathan They’ll do the rest for me Collide to birth Glorious spawn of my offspring Siphoning back my Aether Straight from the source But a seraph is never immune To the astray Their desires are volatile A close watch must be kept On the cycle Of suffering You must keep pace or we will die I need more lives to bring back mine Conquer your lust Harbor your greed Quell their ambition Give them to me (me) Give all for me Waiting patiently For the cycle to repeat I can’t remember the time or the day Devotion bored through our hearts But with every release it’s always the same We were dead from the start We were dead from the start (Scream) Subjected to rule Now These gods have finally realized I’m still here Ungrateful delusions Three of me Continuing a selfish purge They must have noticed their fate My foolishness projected in their ways Of becoming a god Majesties Grace the realm Before my eyes Soak in your dying light Now you have seen them and know there’s nothing left to save Resentment blooms in full To palpable regret
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The Sun falls Behind the sea A void upon our shore As light leaves This lifeless vale In death we still survive Shadows of divine No cemetery grounds in sight The cinders smolder out When all that’s left is ash and gray Desolation reigns Through the mausoleum This land is but a tomb We sacrifice for all our lives Just to run away Right into the fire Sundered from grace A loss of my soul Left to be pawns of a carrion lord Dead and bereft Persist if I must Long for the end as We are kept from dust I’ve lost Myself To the Bleeding one A nightmare Born from blood
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Each of us gods Are stronger than the other One of us gods Has had a change of heart Each of its gods Have proven they are worthy And your newest god Is blackened most of all Bleeding skies Pour And the lingering refuse Poisons evermore Captured at birth Inside a shattered garden where they learn The truth of Aekyr and its lies A one sided tale Told through a tainted lens To paint our portrait of pieces A purpose now unveiled Brilliance Morbidly Recalls essence Consolidation Brings forth the void bound It carves their scars deeper than before Purity Gathering Contrasted by An Angel drenched in blood This darkened seraph lives And it won’t be the last Authority is lost The self is much too strong They crawl from the mouth To wreak their devastation On the meadow Portrayal of evil These designs Are possible through Transmutation Capabilities beyond My reaches It carves their scars deeper than before They turned my sins Bloodborne Bloodborne
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026