Exile Amongst the Ruins
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O' death, where is thy sting? O' grief, where is thy victory? O' life, you are a shining path O' Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O' death, where is thy sting? O' grief O' life, you are a shining path O' Luther, your wounds are deep
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair…
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
The old enemies are dead and long gone, my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decade's fears And those songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history, without nation, and without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues, [you cried,] and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought And let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history, without nation, and without names Remember when I said war was coming? You hear the engines grinding fast Express growing louder We are grinding louder Pray for me, You pray on your deathbed You pray for me We are exiled among the ruins And we are ghosts among the ruins Without history, without nations Without names, without a future We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history, without a future
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Make no mistake the arrow I've drawn is for you I've been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the site he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025