Where Greater Men Have Fallen

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 Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

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 I sat in Babel's tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But 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 Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel's tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel's tower

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

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 Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

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 Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

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 Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell's cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake )

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride's pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightning to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightning split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025