Megiddo: Mother North in the Dawn of a New Age
This is Armageddon “And I looked, and behold a pale horse And his name that sat on him was death And Hell followed him, and power was given Unto them over the fourth part of the world To kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death And with the beasts of the Earth.” And then again “I saw and beheld, a black horse, And he that sat on him had a scythe, and a crown Was given unto him and he went forth conquering, and to conquer And there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black A sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood And the stars of heaven fell unto the Earth Even as a fig tree castes her untimely figs When she is shaken of a mighty wind, and the heavens Departed as a scroll when it is rolled together And every mountain and island were moved out of their places.” Almighty mountains and rocks, I beg you fall on them For the great day of wrath is coming, And who shall be able to stand?
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
Dark Forest Trees over the Funeral, All day the Army ride They moved in deeper So Dark that they weren't even... Too lead us passed this wicked Dense I can fell the Presence of the Shadowthrone in the deepest Dark When cold Winds Freeze When Night came and dark Fog came over me Let that Horde come to me As they walk right by When all the Death is near I wander eternally Invincible Fog is near We walk the Fields of War The Cloak of the Moon it can slip all them through And the Flame is the Wrath of his Sword
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 08, 2025
Forhekset av tidenes vind, Besatt av Nattens kolde gufs Under ravnsvart himmel de bedriver Blodskam og hor Med skingrende stemmer de påkaller Dypets makter I en sirkel bundet av Grimme visjoner Båret av dyrets Glans, Omfavnet av dødens vinger Av det dypeste hat i det sorteste av det mørke I en eng av torner...Nå i fullmånens besettende lys De nagler englene til jorden med sjel og kropp Kaos hersker over de hvite domener Profetier blir oppfylt Jorden står i et hav av flammer
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 08, 2025
I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore. I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.
Submitted by The Void — Nov 08, 2025