God's Right Hand
My heart feels like stone, I'm chilled to the bone The pox has taken over our home My love's at death's door, I'm seeking a cure To keep her from the reaper, O Lord Apothecary, I will give you gold For a remedy to stop her turning cold "Your gesture's sweet but I've seen what will be Tell me boy, oh would you like to see?" When I decline he's inside of my mind Giving me a vision of my demise Apothecary, oh what is this place? Some sights familiar some not quite the same What was the town square is now an open grave Filled with pale bodies all riddled with plague The church's spire is now a tower of flames Fire spreads through the parish, who is to blame? A towering demon wraps them all in chains 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 Has brought him to the place that we call home With 12.000 men in tow He'll try to cross the fields that we sow In the shadow of the hill We wait our turn, hungry for the kill As the enemy draws near We're gripped by inexperience and fear H'll rue the day That he came our way We'll make him pay For this ungodly melee Stained by the blood of the dead Our green and pleasant land is turning red But of this I will be sure 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 By the land we gave life to, we were betrayed Corpses of our cattle lie where they once grazed Then our crops all perished from the lack of rain Tell me, O Lord, will it get worse? How long are we to suffer this curse? Our barren cellars are empty and our wll has run dry No life apart from the vultures that fill the sky Life for working man with many mouths to feed Becomes a burden when there's not a scrap to eat Oh won't you listen to my plea Tell me, O Lord, why do I feel Like eating my child as my next meal? Oh won't you listen to my plea
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Cut down by a bandit's knife My heart beats for one last time Life goes by before my eyes I step towards the shining light Pearly gates nowhere in sight Only bitter, endless night From the darkness comes a wight Who says, "I'm here to be your guide" "In life you were misled To expect paradise To be king of dead That i your true birthright" On an ashen horse I ride Race across the starless sky With a blade that shines so bright I will take the bandit's life
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026