... And His Minions Shall Eternally Reign
Felt like I was in a tube-like cage The walls were sleek, the air was still Upon me a hole to the sky, leads to innumerable little lights Obscure lifeless fireballs, floating in the night The cold soil below my feet, hard and dry, invites me An ugly siren of what will be, the last home of my mortal self Felt like I was split in two One was real, the other even more Who will lead my senses? Who will get me through? Eject me to the night sky Or bury me safe beneath.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
What if I'm dead? My body rotten My bones unfleashed I will rise again What if I'm gone Consciousness lost My spirit trapped I will rise again What if I'm buried The soil is cold Maggots are fed I will rise again Death can't hold me back When I'll hear his call I will rise again And be a part of his army.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026