Fortress

Enemies of Khanate Strung on hooks like Pigs to slaughter Heads will roll Heads will roll Throats will be slit Blood will flow Like springs of water Heads will roll To the river red Across the ochre steppe A thousand fathers killed A thousand virgin daughters spread With swords still wet, with swords still wet With the blood of their dead Nurjan is upon us He kills in silence after prayers Genghis Khan is upon us He slays his betrayers Genghis Khan is upon us He slays his betrayers Thus now the fools of God Will guard the city of our birth Hold an ear to the ground Yeah Hear the sound Clamoring And horses stammer As their gallop meets the earth A thousand fathers killed A thousand virgin daughters spread With swords still wet, with swords still wet With the blood of their dead A thousand fathers killed A thousand virgin daughters spread With swords still wet, with swords still wet With the blood of their dead Tomorrow Tomorrow they will find us Hide the children free of sin We will meet their blades by morning Protected only by our skin Tomorrow we will find them Seek the youngest of their kin And we will meet them with our fury And we will crush them all like Vermin, yeah We will crush them all like vermin

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Down the street half a block away In a familiar place regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals (Down the street half a block and in a familiar place Regular people are agreeing with each other) Interprets the law as aging with its eyesight failing The law is aging (Oh yes it is) Sitting across, telling stories Eyes unclosed like books we've read twice (So sit across the table, feed me some lies) So cry ghost, baby So on the shelves lined with spines The dust collects as scattered ash From an urn unturned Spilling over someone regular And other such regulars Cry ghost, or boast Of a friend of a friend Who saw a strange sight Or heard a strange sound Now whisper tall tales of murder Down the street, half a block away In a familiar place, regular people Agree with each other in smoke signals Brought together to burn, brought together to burn Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing Interpret the law as aging with its eyesight failing Somebody's little girl Dreams of the things she's read Somebody's somebody's little girl Dreams of the things she read Or the monsters in her bed Who hacked her To blood-meat Somebody's little girl Dreams of the things she read Or the monsters in her bed Who hacked her to blood-meat

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Thus, now he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat and heat of flame To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village The village to it's shame Those who plundered, pilfered, pillaged lives Would now accept the blame He would find them all with mighty vengeance paid for in their pain Shah-Jan, the king of kings, wore seven rings And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings Growing fat on the throne Where he sat like a stone As a man who has never known no hunger or shown no mercy In, in promises broke like a bone, bone And there he sat like a stone With promises broke like a bone Dispersed about his people Rostam calls out for his equals In thirst to rise and curse Exact the worst revenge on Enemies to hang from trees Exact the worst revenge on... The royalty must die! Must die (Must die!) The royalty must die! The royalty must die! The royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves The royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves "Tomorrow they will find us. Oh God, oh God, oh God." (The royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves) (The royalty must die like common beggars and petty thieves) Thus, now he knelt before the ruins Cold of sweat and heat of flame To vow the severed heads of those who brought the village to it's shame The king of kings wore seven rings And sixty feathers plucked from sparrow's wings He's growing fat, growing fat on the throne Where he sat like a stone A man who has never known no hunger, shown no mercy Those who ride against us will be murdered where they stand Let our arrows rain from sky to drain the blood into the land If a mortal stands before us, strike him down with sleight of hand And if heaven rides against us, then God himself must be damned

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

As often as always Evolution comes crawling from the sea Alive with the urgency Like suicide, like suicide Convinced the grass is greener On dry earth; The march of serrated utterance like a soft cough Muffled murmur sneaking through the lecture halls They crawl across the island Sound of waves in muddied water Sprouting legs as loud as gallop,... All the young people took a leap of no faith In a riverbed that drowns about as much as it saves ...Throwing down on the ground against the cries of gravity Belly-up, half buried in the sand Extend a hand to the smallness of death Understand that only dying is this colossal Creation shedding skin to find the perfect equilibrium like fossils All the young people took a leap of no faith... All the young cowards acting out... All the young cowards acting out for the brave Forever hurled into the water of their indifferent graves For a million years raise your glass We will never answer where we came from... For a million years raise your glass in a cheers We will never answer where we came from, only how we got... For a million years raise your glass We will never answer where we came from... For a million years raise your glass ...only how we got here (Two minutes, and then the lads are in for a surprise)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Split the sky asunder Noble huntress of the clan In your left hand raise the sword In your right hand cast the spear Summon all the thieves and bastards hiding in the woodland Crack their skulls in the cauldron for invading our frontier The shadows fall, the hammer falls, the stone is placed above us all We forge our weapons in the furnace Soar to heights like oak trees tall Do not beg before me, I'll not heed your appeal With your final words be grateful you died by Irish steel Do not crawl before us, your fate has been revealed The heavens would not desecrate their gates with your admittance Do not beg before me I will not heed your appeal With your final words be grateful you died by Irish steel Do not beg before me Your fate has been revealed Do not crawl before me, I'll not heed your appeal Son of flesh, I cast you out into exile forever hence Flidais rides again Flidais rides again She is the forest, she is the rain She is the huntress, she is the... She! Is the dusk, and She! Is the dawn She! Is the moon, and She! Is the sun See her bellow out See her, see her Bellow out in anger See her raise the infant fawn She is drawn by a cart of Cervidae She is here, she is gone She is here, she is gone She is gone

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Endowed with the art of casting names Upon its beings The humans claim dominion Over every living fucking thing Proud as Purpose As they became to walk the earth As they arraigned the common creatures Caught within the corpus-cursed Conscious human brain Caught within the corpus-cursed Conscious human brain Every word ever written will fall short Of its intent Even sung or spoke or screamed They will betray what they have meant They will betray what they have meant They will betray what they have meant Language is the heart's lament A weak attempt to circumvent The loneliness inherent in the search for permanence All the future ghosts Who scratch their names in wet cement Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness Abstraction's the stake between the anima and animus Deflesh the world of human destiny Behold the world in other people Life is clarity

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Chews the fat with his creator Over breakfast in the sunlight Though when he says grace, when he says Grace! He feels enveloped like a shadow But there are evenings There are evenings when this decimated world of movement, colour, and form Gets thin And getting thinner When lights are dim And getting dimmer When nights are grim, and they're only getting Only getting grimmer As they barter their boulders And martyr their soldiers Teach a man to tear her fucking head from her goddamn shoulders Held into the sun By the threads of her hair By the threads of her hair By the threads of her hair They impart the secret hatred of the fathers to their heirs In a silence left unbroken, Oh On a bed bound and gagged Bound, bound and gagged With culture, language, myth, and law Our goddess gave birth, our goddess gave birth to your god On a bed bound and gagged with culture, language, myth, and law From a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and raw Our goddess gave birth to your god Our goddess gave birth to your god Our goddess gave birth to your god Our goddess gave birth to your god Goddamn! Culture, language, myth and law (Our goddess! Gave birth!) Culture, language, myth and law (Our goddess! Gave birth you your god!) (You want to see the galaxy?)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Take everything your parents taught you Throw it to the dogs It's the forgotten flesh of something dead Its blood drips from your jaws Take everything your school has taught you and Throw it to the dogs It's the meat in the summer heat and reeks now of its rot It speaks now of the fate that we await, to be forgot Just as mountains live outside of rocks And time outside of clocks We hope this life exists beyond our lonely bones In the, in the pine box From the bottom of my heart At the top, at the top of my lungs From the corner of my eye At the tip, at the tip, at the tip, at the tip of my tongue Take everything your parents taught you Throw it to the dogs It's the forgotten flesh of something dead From the bottom of my heart Take everything your fucking school has taught you Throw it to the dogs It's the meat in the summer's heat and reeks now of its rot It's everywhere, it's everywhere, it's everything, it's everyone It's anywhere, it's anywhere, it's anything, it's anyone It's the neighbor saving face by saying grace today for yesterday's behavior It's the neighbor saving face by saying grace today for yesterday's behavior Oh my God Live to fuck and fuck 'til death Drink to sorrows and regrets Live to fuck and fuck 'til death Drink to sorrows and regrets

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Oh God! The sound they must have heard in the distance A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across the narrows of the mountainsides The cries of creatures crashing On cold rock The human voices heralding the hillside Their bellows bounding ripe with resonance From here the unimportant call received the all important answer Oh Goddess who bore us what we must have done Goddess who bore us what we must have done Bury your daughter and pray for a son The wind and the rain (Goddess who bore us what we must have done) Spoke a language of wonder (Bury your daughter and pray for a son) To a species rising thickly to a dialogue with thunder In the empty space between hunger and thirst In the empty space between better and worse Language unravels and irony hurts Yeah! In the common place between hunger and thirst The words that define us, a blessing and curse The words that confine the ideas traversed the ear to hear the song without verse The sound of the sound of the sound utter first With a burst into nothing so sudden So sudden and soft The sound of the sound of the sound utter first Burst into nothing so soothing and soft The silence inside you when the music has stopped The silence inside you when the music has stopped When the music has stopped

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026