A Social Grace
Be seated now, lay your small ante down As the dark dealer smiles to the play Dear player of my little game I don't believe I caught your name That's alright now lay your hand down Queens slay your nines The fortune you've lost now is mine Quick to the deal, let us step to the wheel Take a spin and lay down your claim Your number loses, not to blame You see my friend, they're all the same You can not win now, play again now Taste of earthly pleasures See the harlots smiling Feel the evil passion Clawing, crying, crying on ...and the devil cried Yes, he cried Well could you pay the price If we rolled of the dice Just a piece of your soul down again The rules are simple as they seem Just roll a one or roll thirteen And all is back now, free and clear now Your soul and your mind The fortune you've lost now is mine
Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 06, 2026
Whispered alone The song of an angel Echoes of a fallen tear Frayed by the wind A weed by a willow Withered and yellow She lays her head to die Lays to die Reading the script Of the play that we lead Christ I'd die again O' if I could save you now You knew this had to come Spare me the sacrilege This play had brought upon us Lay in my dying hour It feels like I'm Falling, falling Flying, tripping This crown of kings This bloody halo bleeds me dry Hear me cry As in the script Of the play that we lead So I rise again Much stronger than before A child sacrifice Let me lay down this bloody cross We've dragged so far behind us And close this theatre now Weaping over this crooked cross Lying face down in the blood of saints Just write me out of this play
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
The seekers of a stellar race Have disappeared without a trace Could they have found the distant place They have longed to go Opposite four corners lie Rise to kiss to meet the sky In images the secrets hide How could they have known them Now Jupiter deceives the stars To dance in masquerade with mars While Sabbath moon casts shadows far To wake a final dawn The heretics that gazed the sky Left us not a reason why Or did they try Painter of the stars Sailing the ghost ships of a poets mind Song silence dry bush in hand Spinning webs of images from the Sun The windless ships have trimmed their sails To caravan beyond the astral skies Why can't we just spread our wings and fly Oh how we try The flames of sorrow blazing on To light the sun of Babylon While bloody moon lies dying on her own sword Dying long Child of tomorrow cries Unsung hero lays and dies Await the final sacrifice Another prophet song
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Son of creation you've planted my seed Under your domination, a doer of deeds have you Life by your hand Breath by your need I will add to your strenght I will quicken your speed You give me birth as a tool for your game As you build me an arm, create me a brain Your will is my honor, error is my blame Son of creation give me a name Before you, you see a thoughtless machine As you enter your data, build to your scheme Silent I wait, lifeless I seem But a child is born with a mind and a dream Build to my body, add to my brain Yes, a thoughtless creation with eyes that are blind But a will that is strong, and I'm not far behind As I grow and I learn through the passage of time with you Now I've learned from you, all that you know With all you discover, together we grow I've opened my eyes, I try not to show That to be your successor I've not far to go Now I'm the heart and the mind of your way Your utter dependence, the game that I play The direction you're headed, the way it will stay As I shine in the light of the day Stand in line Step forward now This is your number Convenient you'll find At my microchip altar you'll bow Now you're all mine Wait and arise to your call Fool ruling kings Blind leading the blinded And I hold the fate of you all Now I have taken you under my hand A slave by creation, a god by demand A power you seem to misunderstand Has made pawns of your kings, they await my command Your mind and your body, the gift that you bring A chorus of worship, the song that you sing Slave to a master, tool to a king A perfect creation, an ultimate being
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
I cannot stand to see what I see I can't stand this place I must be I don't mean to imply that above all am I But again... Kiss me goodnight my friend Just say goodnight my friend Take a look at yourself take a look at me I believe you miss all there is to see Don't believe in the lies that you hear with your eyes again Kiss me goodnight my friend Just say goodnight my friend Racer of the chase for pleasure Actor of the child at play Lay down it's time for nappie baby Taking all your toys away I cannot stand to feel this way I feel I can't stand to face what I fear is real I don't mean to imply that you'd utterly lie But again... Just say goodnight my friend
This track is instrumental.
I've seen the sunshine on the black side of the Moon And I've seen the faces that laugh and turned to cry See his disguise see the laugh in his eyes Drink from the tear that he cries I've watched the grey man wishing he were young like me And I've seen the child and the young fool That he tries hard not to be And I've seen the strong As they prayed on bended knees And I've watched the beggar Counted his short-changed Riches for the feast Pray, pray Storm has come It's judgement day Running from the Sun Chosen one has come To light the way Cry, cry Bow our heads and wonder why Gavel of his honor Hammers down Then we're sent away See his disguise See the laugh in his eyes Drink from the tear That he cries I've seen the towers Lying crumbled at my feet And I've seen the cities And the wastelands that remain And I've seen the victory And the prize that none shall keep And the short time That the glory hides the pain
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me And if life's worth it's living at all Sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down And they say that I'm living it wrong As the days pass by I watch as the net closes in As they circle around in my head Turning and winding In circles, in circles they spin Never ending beginning the end Look now sweet child Deep into my room The door is open and the air is warm Close your eyes Feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs Sometimes it would feels so right If the angels called me to the sky Sometimes it feels good just to be alive Though our paths are blind I can see a lightened end on mind Still now I search For the spirit that torments my soul As the priest shields his face from the wind Looking at lost life and darkness My eyes shall not see Makes me laugh when he calls it all sin You're all slaves of the priest And you'll just sing it over And over, and over, and over And over, and over, and over And over
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
There! a world who's smiling face Was spinning in circles out in space On the day that the architects have caused Their plague of stone Turn the ancient land to street Spiral tower high defeats us Bursting out, standing tall in lands we Call our own Burst the dams with tidal waves Of twisting walls, each brick in place Into the dizzy heights, the chase but swaying In the wind Tearing, clawing, burning down Each mountains hammered to the ground Building cities, building towns, not an inch Of land unturned Still stand the eyes of all gazing to the skies Breathless and still none the wiseof what They've really done Looking back to see the pastthey win the Race yet finish last You suffer from the spell they've cast Spiral tower standing high Smashing all it passes by Earth lies bleeding starts to cry No one cared to know Dying breeds and fallin trees are dropping To their sickly knees Found no cure for this disease Nowhere left to go Iron bars and bricks of stone Have left the Earth picked to the bone Raging higher to the stars the architects arise Shattering the sky To stand a thousand miles high As the shaking spiral tower starts to fall To their surprise Burning are the eyes, wider, just to see the skies Out of breath, none the wise of what They've really done A million light years from the past They're stepping forward, moving back There it falls to die, to be born again
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Your order is your anarchy Your violence your peace Your gospel is your blasphemy Your famine is your feast Destruction is your architect Your woman and your priest I fear your falling sanctuary's Soon to be your beast I believe in something strange The prophecies are closing in Upon us one by one The angels of the seven churches Maiden of the Sun Silent lay the gentle lamb The prayer and the gun I believe the gates above Are closed to everyone I believe in something strange Prophets and angels fall from the altar Weak is the grip of the hand of the brave Pray for the bleeding that lie in the shatters Pray for the dying that lie in their graves Submission through guilt and fear Is not what I had in mind And my blood has run far too thin Among the hands of you all And I'm afraid I have nothing Left for you A symphony of tragedy Awakes a watchful eye A serenade of agony Pours down from the sky The dancers of catastrophe Go quickly spinning by I begin to understand The simple reason why I believe in something strange Strange this song of mine
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Not so long ago there was a time The naive animal was a wiser thing And these devils that we accept as reality Did not exist here before Nor do I think they were meant to be They have enshrouded themselves With the comforts of wealth Inside this temple of material things Which they cling to All because the hand Was much easier to see than the spirit And upon the educated discovery of this They have made their decision Not only for themselves But for everyone else as well Everything you've ever come to experience To anyone else here has never been And will never be Life does not exist Memory is nothing more than photographs A looking glass to see just where you've been Not what you've been there for Realize your insignificance to the universe And to infinity You will have then cast away The pride of all these things you held so dear Agony and pleasure are a suffering to one another here The wisest is the fool who realizes he knows Nothing, nothing Turn your back on this misconception That the body is the temple It's just the tool of the soul The brain is only the house of the mind And soon you'll have to give back Everything you've borrowed for this lifetime Only then you'll find You have spent all this time Struggling for the wrong things And all of your works here have been nothing Everything is nothing
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025