God's Right Hand

My heart feels like stone, I'm chilled to the bone<br/> The pox has taken over our home<br/> My love's at death's door, I'm seeking a cure<br/> To keep her from the reaper, O Lord<br/> <br/> Apothecary, I will give you gold<br/> For a remedy to stop her turning cold<br/> <br/> "Your gesture's sweet but I've seen what will be<br/> Tell me boy, oh would you like to see?"<br/> When I decline he's inside of my mind<br/> Giving me a vision of my demise<br/> <br/> Apothecary, oh what is this place?<br/> Some sights familiar some not quite the same<br/> What was the town square is now an open grave<br/> Filled with pale bodies all riddled with plague<br/> <br/> The church's spire is now a tower of flames<br/> Fire spreads through the parish, who is to blame?<br/> A towering demon wraps them all in chains<br/> In the claws of this titan are my love's remains

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

His quest to cling to the throne<br/> Has brought him to the place that we call home<br/> With 12.000 men in tow<br/> He'll try to cross the fields that we sow<br/> <br/> In the shadow of the hill<br/> We wait our turn, hungry for the kill<br/> As the enemy draws near<br/> We're gripped by inexperience and fear<br/> <br/> H'll rue the day<br/> That he came our way<br/> We'll make him pay<br/> For this ungodly melee<br/> <br/> Stained by the blood of the dead<br/> Our green and pleasant land is turning red<br/> But of this I will be sure<br/> They've won the battle, but we will win the war

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

It's been nigh on a year since our fortunes changed<br/> By the land we gave life to, we were betrayed<br/> Corpses of our cattle lie where they once grazed<br/> Then our crops all perished from the lack of rain<br/> <br/> Tell me, O Lord, will it get worse?<br/> How long are we to suffer this curse?<br/> <br/> Our barren cellars are empty and our wll has run dry<br/> No life apart from the vultures that fill the sky<br/> Life for working man with many mouths to feed<br/> Becomes a burden when there's not a scrap to eat<br/> <br/> Oh won't you listen to my plea<br/> <br/> Tell me, O Lord, why do I feel<br/> Like eating my child as my next meal?<br/> <br/> Oh won't you listen to my plea

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Cut down by a bandit's knife<br/> My heart beats for one last time<br/> Life goes by before my eyes<br/> I step towards the shining light<br/> <br/> Pearly gates nowhere in sight<br/> Only bitter, endless night<br/> From the darkness comes a wight<br/> Who says, "I'm here to be your guide"<br/> <br/> "In life you were misled<br/> To expect paradise<br/> To be king of dead<br/> That i your true birthright"<br/> <br/> On an ashen horse I ride<br/> Race across the starless sky<br/> With a blade that shines so bright<br/> I will take the bandit's life

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026