How It Ends

Is this how it ends, until only one song remains. Is this how language dies, one tongue at a time. Is this the noose waiting at the gallows end. Necks will crack to the anthem of this world. It this how it ends. No more myths to hand from word to mouth. It this how it ends. No protest songs, no voices in dissent. How did you feel when they called your name. And you stood in line for the last time. Only one song remains. And the words are the same. The anthem of this modern world. See this world go up in flames! Could it be the final chapter. Before they burn the books. As we pass into the long night of the soul. Is this how it ends. Until only one song remains. Who dares to sing out of tune. And rewrite the refrain, and live out of time. We must sing the song of our people. One of a deep and unyielding pain. And we must sing, sing our pain, of pain, of pain, we must sing!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Some men they fight these wars for flag, faith and nation. Some women they fight these wars for love, verse and labour. Yet the devouring earth upon that fateful day. Will spit out their bones and have its final say. Ploughs to rust. Swords to dust. Thus ever to tyrants! If these are the last hours we have on earth. One last embrace before deaths martyred release. From the gaols chapel at dawn I'll march to die. The firing squad will grant to me no peace. Ploughs to rust. Swords to dust. Thus ever to tyrants! 'Rougher than death this road I choose. Yet shall my feet not walk astray. Though dark my way I will not lose. For this way is the darkest way. But who shall lose all things in one. Shut out from heaven and the pit. Shall lose the darkness and the sun. The finite and the infinite'. Last two verses by: Joseph Plunkett

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

The famine mill it will grind its terrible gears. It will sort the wheat from chaff down through the years. Hosted by the living dead and those who would submit. The bread of bitternes is broken with the devils wine. His teeth as knives are sheathed in mouths of fire. The satanic fist of Empire cast us at the worlds end. And as outlaws we are, beneath the open sky. The bread of bitternes is broken with the devils wine. His teeth as knives are sheathed in mouths of fire. And why do you eat your young in the heart of darkness. Man against all that stands in the raging storm. For every butcher will become the butchered. As gristle upon the block and blood upon the apron of destiny's rusty blade. We shall not serve. And we shall not serve, not then, not now, not ever. And you can take it to the grave. And we shall not serve, not now, not then, not ever. And take it with you to the grave.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

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Sometimes this spine it feels so heavy, O Lord And this old head has taken upon the weight of the world We fell so far, stranded upon that rock An ancient port where no ships will ever dock No human will ever step ashore And pull this rope so tight to ever moor This island we have made a desolate reality Wingless birds stare in columns out to sea In deep southern lands there is a churches steeple Whose bell it tolls loud to the world The wild and restless people and calls to kneel, to kneel Toll the bell and curse these lands Pilgrims live to tell what lives were taken With their own very hands and sent to hell, to hell This vast and formless ocean will never release us And we may drift to the edge of this world But nothing will ever make us pray in this deep dark world Will ever make us pray We pray Once more we pray This vast and formless ocean has taken my faith Soundless waves that have no shore upon which to break Devoted pilgrims they stand in the embrace of death And will do so until time will take their breath Until the end of time will take their breath

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

So let me show you that there is nothing new under the sun. So gather your days and to the ends of the world together we run. Are we not the penitent, the willing and the righteous, beasts without nation. We are born of plague and marked by your heresy at the myth of creation. How we feared God, held a flame into the void and snuffed out the creator. How we became death, destroyer of worlds, DESTROY! How we feared God. Held a flame into the void and snuffed out the creator. And we became death. And so let me show you there is nothing new. How we feared God. Held a flame into the void and snuffed out the creator. And we became death. Is this the march of all against ALL! To the sound of a distant drum. All of your sons and daughters, walking right into the sun. It's written in the stars...celebrate the end of days!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Cernunnos would you lay your crown at the seat of the ancient gods thrones. The feet of the mountains deep. The land that your kin will own. What gods are these that may rip the earth in two. That can eclipse the sun and draw down the moon.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Is this the Kali Yuga you asked for. Could this be your fall of Rome. Coud it be your fall of Rome. Is this the Kali Yuga you asked for. Are we the wolves that gather at the gates. Who howl for sacrifice. Teeth gnashing blood red foam. Where is your Ragnarok. Where is its pained rebirth. There is no pained rebirth. No spring to follow this winter. No winter will follow. What city is this that lies at our feet. Where next on earth is left for conquering. Where next on earth is left for conquering. What city is this that lies at our feet. A bone in the throat of the pilgrims of war. Who asked for salvation from your gods. Where is your Ragnarok. And its pained rebirth... No rebirth. There is no rebirth. No spring to follow winter. This winter... nothing to follow winter. Theodicus swing your mace of hatred. Blood will flow from the gutters. I'm digging you a shallow grave. And the gods will hide their many shamed faced.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

I heard Hallelujah, just one last time. Your tired faces, they are worn by sorrow. Out sadness is worn like a gift from God. O Death Holy Death! You cast us in grace. And these are the days we borrow in place. What martyrs cloak you have draped across these city walls. And wear the mask, the passing of time. We all fall to dust and echo finally one last time. What ships they pass, through the eye of the storm. To reach this final place... the last destination of a life under loves will. So hold your children tight, cradle them dear. To the graves we march, we are pilgrims to the night. We step into the void of the soul so brave. With barren earth, we step into the void as Pilgrims.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Your flesh calls to the funeral pyre. As far as the eye can see. The horizon on fire. He who hunts alongside beasts may become their prey. The hunter becomes the hunted. As the darkest night follows the shortest day. Victory has 1000 fathers, Defeat is an orphan. Vultures wheel high in the sky. Calling to the carrion kind. Who are devoured by time. Make your pilgrimage to the ghosts of loss. Every martyr follows another. To the great tomb in the sky. We are devoured by time. Victory has 1000 fathers, Defeat is an orphan.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025