Tyrants Serenade

Another winter again Forlorn as memories torment Hollow they seem, another daydream But then, a silent lament So alone Revealed the God of malevolence Feel so cold alone Through years, our destinies separate Never let it show, never let it known The slow pain as the liar celebrates Feeling so alone No more does sickness relent As growing wеakness prevents Laughtеr, glances of second chances, but then A darkness descends So alone Revealed the God of malevolence Feel so cold alone Through years, our destinies separate Never let it show, never let it be known The slow pain as the liar celebrates Feeling so alone The tyrants serenade Weary nights I wish and wonder I'm dreaming, not tonight Never dream at night On dreary nights, I drift and wander I'm screaming out to die So alone Revealed the God of malevolence Feel so cold alone Through years, our destinies separate Never let it show, never let it be known The slow pain as the liar celebrates Feeling so alone

Submitted by Warbringer — Mar 26, 2026

Ravaged condition The blood and tragedy All God's creations All willing on the streets you flood With countless opposition Regale as others count the cost Prevail in deprivation Deluded righteous will fall Before uncertainty of loss Unholy resurgence On the first chime, it's the last time Your lonely soul will rot Such indecision A sudden travesty Defiant natured Unforgiving are the weeping ones The lavished inquisition In vain, another fight was lost With furious revelation Behold the righteous will fall Bеfore the serpеnt on the cross Unholy resurgence On the first chime, it's the last time Your lonely soul will rot Born the first in line The good die as the bad die Forged a lasting shrine The good die, never denied Such certainty of loss With the Serpent on the cross The first chime is the last time Your holy soul will rot The first chime as we all die

Submitted by Warbringer — Mar 26, 2026

The thrall invade in the dead of night The dark machine is what you need to fear Beyond the veil of the barren skies Controlling weakness As growing bleakness tests you With silence like the grave A fury will prevail Preach to all like a prophet from long-dead tales The tortured face in a damaged life A thought serene is what you dream to fear Of all the lowliest parasites Dеvouring freedom Then cowering with no virtue A silеnce like the grave A cruelty will prevail Preach to all from the top of the world, then fail The look from weary eyes The horrors of disease Leaving all of humanity on its knees A silence like the grave A fury will prevail Preach to all like a prophet from long-dead tales The look from weary eyes A longing for relief Leaving all, leaving all of humanity on its knees

Submitted by Warbringer — Mar 26, 2026