Spirit the Earth Aflame

Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..."

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..."

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I've been looking for ? It seems I've found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I've drunk my fill of misery It's time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let's leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..."

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We'll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..."

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..."

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..."

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025