The Scepter of the Ancients

Sleep... for... life Fear shreds your internal logistics system You are just a pawn/fool, driven by a disturbance inside your mindscape It is the consuming unknown that awaits you And you cry for you cannot escape the ache... ...the void is nearly here... Nerves are tested by a circumstance invented by the mere existence of our world You can feel that there's something more than just progressing life While your neighbour will deny, deny, deny! You awaken and are shaken by the dim reality that becomes you And consumes your mind That death is real and you will soon hold it in An embrace so tight you can't let it go You want to believe in something higher Social derision... blindfolded vision... need for decision... Nothing's eternal... belief is infernal... your god is internal You may not exist soon so enjoy it while you can The power is in your hands in that deciding moment of your sad life Controlled by a thing called time only fate's force can decide Rotting before you've even died Swept away by the fear inside ...sleep... lie! This is something that they don't tell anyone when they're born, but Once you think for yourself your test begins! If you try you can suffer less if you deny Looking at the sky, sky, sky! You can read some else's way of getting by But you'll have to buy, buy, buy! It will soothe your pain, 'til you wake again You will feel the reign of the dark ...they all believe in lies - lies - why? Is it so hard for them to see logical reality We bleed, we die There's nothing once you've finished life Tearing knife - wrists are sliced - decreased time Those who can't defy It is just a door that opens and swallows you inside You are just another one of us Don't think you get to decide Don't think you'll wander somewhere when you're rotting in the ground You'll be where there's nothing called taste, sight, feel, or fucking sound Don't waste time, savour your life, it's all you have As part of "man"... Now is the time to live for! You are your guide for there's no one but you who can tell you how to be I fear death so don't feel alone I don't judge those who cry We are all brothers in metal We already rule the world now ...sleep... you're free!!! The colour of sleep

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

We feed on lies while our mind fights Our times promote insecurity the modern age (of) mental instability A question of humanities morality, what is sin? "keep with the times" - forced opon us pressuring our mind - to bend our knees to a global infidelity corrupted/denied, our lives pre-emtped mentally designed to serve a cause of horrendous misdevelopment and told that we are free. Inside of our mind, there a war it rages on a psychology, a battle of organon. Use your eyes - you can see... A society conformed into a blind machine something tells you it cannot. Television, magazines, literature - evil seed It is planted inside you - by the ones who control You must break free and fly... There's a cage that surrounds and its bars are inside your head. A prison of ungainly morals thrust into you from birth. A fruitless quest for happiness. It is your life and they'll fuck with it if you let them take back your mind. See through the lies, you have the right Freedom is there for the taking if you want it enough. The need to be one of strong breed must be realised Destroy the very systems that bring our demise Kill the seed - or it will breed, torture, cerebral confusion, Organon fights! To be saved from humanities tyrants, you just feel so alone You can sense your intelligence bleeding just like blood from a stone. It is seeping with hatred slowly, for those who deem (to) control You need freedom, for the cage will break you can regain your soul. Reality - you shall see Now, not blind the truth you'll find. Human kind, unfortunate reality, destined to chase convienality A quest for individuality. Break free of sin "create the times" - screamed within you taking back your mind - a battle won outright future inspired by selfless beings - who win the fight will be our worlds saviours

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

In this world there's an unknown forest deep within parts not explored - yet. A corner of earth that's a mystery, though only to our human race. A residence, of an ancient clan that have lived here for generations, and have survived - by remaining in this place of seclusive presidence. A forest - an extensive population Of lizards - various breeds Most un-named, some with almost human features Most half breeds. Some you'll find can even fly, their species is growing larger All are born, within the trees, and their skin is rough like Scaled... Bark... They are born with just a mother, from a spawn taken from the tree It is secreted on her skin, within days a child is within. Only six weeks and the child is born - a male but no genitals There are no need for these as all are fathered by the trees. This is a race on a steady decrease, an unknown foe called 'humans' Deadly pollution, drifting across, ocean to their land Causing - drought, killing the trees Taking their life source, causing distress, elders call council Much discussion, form strategy Then after much careful planning, decides To send a troop of flying lizards, a-broad Their mission is to discover What it is that is destroying Their fragile eco-system And to try make things right. We are a race from an ancient source that have lived here for generations And have destroyed- a multitude of things in our time of residence, we must now face our destruction by a division of lacertilians, Their bodies are more resistant to our weapons (than) anything we can create. We are now doomed to extinction And, we surely deserve it. Deluded arrogance, Mistreatment, of our worl Will lead to certain death, Please forgive - our human race.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal! I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you The army approaches the battle site. Sound - versus - auricle. The group is surrounded by walls that embrace The tumultuous harmony and then fend it off into enchanted throng waves of hair it crashes - onto a grindingshore... valour... We all fear the day a time we hope will be years away Inspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision A balding crown, it meets your eye screams ring out as you face the sky Only those, who did choose, to grow their locks Have this maniacal type trepidation. ...and when not meeting to receive the aural abuse Worship does not end! Each devotee has his own eclectic bible Some with more volumes than the next Many have similar source of inspiration Although there are naught that are identical. Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt not Understand our ways and we should not expect this Not until the day when darkness and light are truly one This is not bad for we do not need them! ...our... will... is... our own... We are already in a situation that's inflamed mainstream censors Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you. We may not have your money or your health But we are free from greed, our intrinsic sociology We don't need your money - or input! There are many half-breeds who are not enlightened, Those who understand but do not love Those who see, understand, but do not feel. We accept them, and in many cases support those of half-light But they shall never visit out inner sanctum. This shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight, Giving us light when its dark helping us to find where our misgivings lie. Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscience Helping us challenge each plight selecting and directing our precipitous lives. ...I suffer adrenaline crimes... its metal that makes me so high! I scream as I thrash my head, bowing to me god... So... honour - metals - pride!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Lying there, I give you thanks for your skin Now yours was not a wasted life I compare your pelt to the rest - oh, such a fruitful night "I am not a believer in your pop religions I have found my saviour, and he speaks within me" In the darkness, humans indecipherable, it helps my cause Death - once haunted me, Death - it raped my life- thoughts of it strangled me Now - I've seen the light Now - the "lord" decides - he told me the secret of "life"... ...................Life!.................... Skin coffin - wrapped in skin, freed of sin Skin coffin - my life is saved by human dermis Skin coffin - I shall be eternal I have nightly missions, must complete my coffin Sewing skin in daytime, and removing the hair Night is fast approaching, now I must make haste Take my hooks and cleavers, and my knives and scissors In a surgery bag, leave my morbid workshop I like them young, around twenty years old more flesh - less time Follow them to their home (if alone) their skin so ripe Give them time to settle in then I strike Door unlocked see their face look up in painful fright Hook through head, wait for death, and then I start to slice... Twitching - each time I hit a nerve I'm tearing - through flesh Bleeding- the blood it lubricates my knife... ...my knife! Body stripped, flesh bagged up, onto another strike... ...strike! And so each time mortal fear subsides As I know I'm going to be here for all time For to die in my coffin will eternalize life Reborn - in skin - to live - forever!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

There's a story of a moment in time, many an aeon ago A brutal ruler existed, in times of medieval He was king (of an) ago old country, many within Feared - by all those who dwelled in this kingdom - all! Many of them peasants - poor! Servants to a tyrant - slaves! Born for his use Between the rich huge divide Lords and lawmen and their wives They live their lives in comfort but like the peasants they fear... ...the... king! For each day they thank god they're alive as they wake, and they pray each and every night - that morning comes For the king likes to abduct each night two people for, morbid fun He ties them up and takes them to his home - the castle Once he gets there, he takes them down into the torture room. He screams with joy as he puts them instantly into contraptions The male is nailed to a wall, and his legs are placed in acid As his legs are eaten the female is devoured by rodents- Alive!... the pain... so extreme The king he throws back his head he's so glad neither are dead Removes the half man from the wall rips out the nails lets him fall Takes the rats from the woman’s mangled figure Then douses her body with kerosene Strikes, a flint, creating a spark which ignites her and she's screaming to his delight As she screams he slits the mans throat - increasing his excitement His mouth commands his people but- His pleasues shall rule their... lives.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Gasping for air, descending quickly down the harsh ravaged slope (you) won't look behind Fear drives you continue on, although your chest burns with pain As does your mind. You are the prey, you are hunted by A four legged beast of ancient times, a creature that survives Inside a wicked wilderness of hate, and fire. ...they roam land and sky... Faster you move, cutting through the black night, Hearing the moan, of wind whistling by - You must keep on, your family awaits... For... You and your priceless cargo. With great care, You grasp at your side. To remind you - of your life giving prize. Guilt flows quite thin, although you realise... You're... Taking the life of another! Your greatest memory was from when you were very Young, your grandfather told you of a secret of exchanging Sickness and health. You were appalled - at the initial though Of stealing a creature unborn child. In all your wildest dreams, You never would have thought it would come down to this. Two decades later (and) you have a daughter of your very own, You’re life - your blood - she lies screaming on her deathbed. This soon, changed things - revolving - in your mind, You went against everything. You were taught to respect every creature born of this earth, Nothing was below you - everything was equal. Their young holds life - you must slice - their heart out... You must drain the blood - then feed it to your own, To save her - you must become a killer indeed. Then your guilt, it can fuck itself, for you will have saved your child. Once again - you leave your thoughts behind as you travel Down onto the floor of the valley and its open space... Now you can sense something behind you, and your Heart - it starts to race. Your brow is soaked with glistening sweat, Beyond the dark trees - your daughter awaits Close is your home, you dare not look back... For... Fear of what you might see! You can see reflection - on the trees ahead, You feel warmth behind your back. You pray that you won't die - only a thousand paces to home You can hear beating wings - of a gigantic creature, Trying to close your ears - and focus on the landscape ahead Although impossible - you head the screaming lizard. You then reach the tall trees, you feel half safe, Hoping she will lose sight. You feel a mighty wind Flames lick your heels as you're pushing harder You hear trees crashing down - behind and beside you, You see your cave ahead - desperate for safety you feel your mind ache Wishing you could forget - your relentless pursuer. Ten paces left - the heat burns behind In an instant - your body's on fire, It enters your lungs - you fall to the ground... Death… Comes and you pray for forgiveness from your god.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Do you realize that the planet you are residing has undergone millions of changes throughout time? Thousands of species have come and gone. Earth is just a planet of testing and we are just an unwitting subject. We're no more than science in motion, a regeneration of alien beings. We are the clones of a race that is dying, a race that has sought the help of the emperors. Those who live inside of our vital sun, "lease" our planets to other forms. In the sun, there's a world that is filled with a breed whose motivation is self preservation - they will trade our planets use for secrets of healing, which discovered by the races that have dwelled forever in this solar system these beings often have to face death! Trading - with the emperors inside the sun, Hoping - testing can save their species form devastation, And they - are performing tests currently. To save - billions of humans hundreds of years away. They have cloned us from their DNA, perfect copies - through years behind Same diseases - we suffer as they try to cure a multitude of conditions They are "happy" that we have found a vast range of cures aiding regeneration. They are surprised their experiment, has yielded so much discovery, but still they battle the major forms... They are fighting cancer, and all its various types This along with AIDS is the taker of life on the planet they're from. We feel, as if we're controlling our future, blind fucks - deluded species, We think - we are ruling the planet we call earth, its name - cannot be spoken to us, In this century the "lease" expires, which means - we face extinction. When the test is over the emperors will prepare the planet for future forms, Who can trade a valuable secret, they will inhabit this very soil. Destined - to be discarded once they're done, We are - casualties of a system without any saviour, It ends - when the emperors decide it does, Through an - obliterating shower of meteors. Do you realise that the stones that are floating in our cosmos can be directed? They are controlled, by those beasts who are living inside the sun endogenous system. Previously, dinosaurs were a race from a system who conquered their sicknesses, Akin to them, we will be struck by a rock that will spell the ending of our existence.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Far from this world lies a distant planet System of seven, six inhabited, all are revolving around a sun called Hzkol. This group of planets are controlled by one. Spoken in human form its name would be Jaar-Gilon. Planet of millions, thirteen 0 Eight (1308) species residing- controlled by one "Klesta Raaldos"- The race of the dominants. Though not acknowledged, ancient teachings follow the path of equality. Black soil beneath a grey sky, valleys of dark tree growth shine. Leaves are reflecting Hzkol, here the Klesta Raaldos toil. Here they feed... There is one ruler who commands the council of the ancients. If measured in human years his age would be nine twenty four (924). He has ruled here eight hundred years. His name is Jillthanor Gilon. His descendents have ruled this world ever since their language was spoken. He is the fifteenth recorded generation since Diithor Na Gilon discovered the creation tree. During his journey beneath the ancient planet's crust- hidden for aeons - the reason for his planet's life - Shining!... with life... He was struck by the beauty of this haggled tree. He took a branch to show his tribe a piece of ancient history. So, his prize in hand, he returned. This would change history, for he had found a power. With this branch of a tree - born was a scepter. In this old world, a war was ongoing, between the species and amongst the same. He had opposed this, (he) formed a council, but with no power nothing changed. Then amidst a battle - He... he felt a power. With the scepter in his hands, he felt a force inside instructing him to strike down. With force the staff struck the ground. The crust - it moaned and cracked- opening up and out came... ...creatures... twelve thousand... Attacking the "Klesta" tribe, leaving only good alive. Creating a peaceful nation from a bloodied battle. And from then the world has thrived, and the scepter has survived. The Gilon council has ruled their planet in peaceful Har-mony... ...Harmony!... ...It is the scepter from Jaar-Gilon- It holds the powers of creation - It can bring life or it can destroy. The power used is the bearer's choice...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025