The Camelot Sessions
In terrible silence you stood at the world's end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became And I sat in Babel's tower And I judged the world And I said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But I preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world's end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune We cursed the heathen and holy Yet found no relief And we sat in Babel's tower And we fought over the world And I never spoke the language Of your saints and my sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth And we sat in judgement In babel's tower Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights, in Babel's tower Yet I awoke in the same black spirit We are woke again, in Babel's tower State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel's tower
Submitted by NecroGod — Mar 26, 2026
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper's grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain
Submitted by NecroGod — Mar 26, 2026
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die
Submitted by NecroGod — Mar 26, 2026
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition's light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It's words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night
Submitted by NecroGod — Mar 26, 2026
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President's dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools
Submitted by NecroGod — Mar 26, 2026