Incipit Anarchia: Eternity

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This is time to mount the throne, To make heart cold as stone, To get rid of weakened kings And to leave the age of peace! This is time to honour god Who knows one tongue of blood, Who controls your every breath, Who is generous with deaths! My homeland in the grip of terror! War at hand will begin new era! Kings ascend and pass away, It is now your turn, o father! You could only bow and pray But our god’s will is another! Gold crown at last glares on my head — It's everything that I’ve had. But I will fight, and revenge, and enslave And I’ll take it with me to the grave! All that you have left for me Is a throne among the ruins! What you broke I will rebuild And redeem all our lost jewels! My homeland in the grip of fear! War’s at hand, and your king is here! This is time to awake, Leave behind and forsake All that have come to pass, Redden peaceful fields of grass. Now get up from your knees, Clench your palms into fists! Now arise, shine with pride, Back-to-back, side by side! Gold crown at last glares on my head. It is too heavy to bear. But I will fight, and revenge, and enslave, I will take it with me to the grave!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

I can only see Avarice and greed In foggy eyes around me Everywhere! Shine of tempting gold Is what’s driving all. Feverish minds wish but war. Will you dare? Walls of fortress rounds a ditch, The army’s swelling, Wounds are ready to be suffered and stitched, Boats wait for sailing! There’s no need in spies, Open sheepish eyes, Watch me set out for my prize. You are scared! From my throne I see: Coward, weak from fear, Will save his strength but won’t near. Now I dare! Pounds of chain mail lying down On straightened shoulders We’re here, ready to defend our crown, Defend our borders! Tramp of iron boots Throttles bleating and groan. Wild battle cry of my troops Shake the ground and your throne. Through bones of the dead I will make my own way. Die, die in my stead, By my hand, for my sake! The firmer our shields, the sharper your swords, The heavier your shells, the higher our walls, The deeper our ditch, the deadlier your bows, The longer you wait, the further I go! Tramp of iron boots Throttles bleating and groan. Wild battle cry of my troops Shake the ground and your throne. Die, die in my stead, For my sake, by my hand! With your ugly head I’ll adorn fortress gate!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

First sweep of sword Spills the most sweet blood in the battle. Dread of death goes Giving place to rage, and no matter. Who falls at your feet. Leave him to bleed, No one will stop this flow. Your hateful fiend Has to be killed — It’s all you need to know. Cut every throat, Send each of them right to the forebears! Take all you want, Burn the rest and watch, you don’t care. Who writhes in pain — Man with no name. No one will treat his wounds. Fiend’s land in flames Welcomes the death. No one will be set loose! With no doubt pierce and slash! Cut the enemy’s flesh! Let this all disappear into ash! My fury is blind, This day I will shrine As the day when I got back what is mine. So many winters come and go. So many people stand in awe. I am King of these lands! Everything’s in my hands! I am the one who kills for peace, Who takes a life away and brings Bloody gift for the God On the eve of each fight! Fight! With no doubt pierce and slash! Cut the enemy’s flesh! Let this all disappear into ash! My fury is blind, And this day I will shrine As the day when I got back what is mine. With no doubt pierce and slash! Cut the enemy’s flesh! Let this all disappear into ash! My fury is blind, This day I will shrine As the day when I got back what is mine.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

This day we triumph Praise to sky crying Over our rival. Prisoners bleach. Every blood drop of Foes or my brothers Is divine harvest. Let it be rich! To stay with the living, To turn back from fight, Give all you can. Get ready for spilling On our solemn rite Blood of a man! Raising my hands to heaven, I celebrate the God of war For victories, we’ve won through the gore. For our lives we savour I celebrate the God of death. May we be blessed! As I posed my hand For devout slaughter I felt cold crawling Down my spine. No, my hand’s steady. Crimsoned was altar. But I felt stare of Old man’s eyes. He stood in the crowd, Lit from inside, I came up and heard what he told: ‘This day is the last one Of your bygone time’. He held me a roll and in crowd merged. Raising our hands to heaven, Hail! Hail, God of war! For victories, we’ve won through the gore! For our lives we savour Hail! Hail, God of death! May we be blessed!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Poison! I must have been envenomed! Old villain, what was put in this bitter swill? World goes dark, all noises fade out. But voice of yours still resounds in my ears! Last day — so you said, I remember! How stupid, I thought, last day of the old life. How could one trust a mad stranger? And now I in indignity die! Trail to the stars Now I see clear. Body is left by my soul, There is no fear anymore. Higher than clouds, Faster than wind, Lighter than feather of bird — Now I can see the core. Shadows move and turn into faces Of the dead. Can’t they all be preys of my sword? Madness came to embrace me. Why am I alive and they’re not? Far from the God Leads me my trail. Their damned names I will praise Never again anymore. Higher than clouds, Faster than wind, Lighter than feather of bird — Now I can see the core!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

No wealth costs a human life. No god can command to burn and knife. No treasure is worth a kill. No end justifies the blood I spill. Drown, break and blow! It’s my fault! Am I king or curse? Rip, rend and roar! There’s no god But the endless universe! Sacrifice Is mere murdering Hiding still beyond the face of piety. Bloody rites Are mere sorcery — This is not what expiates the guilt. Chanting charms Are not the reason why I have luck to come home back from fight alive. Not of skies I beg forgiveness now, But of you — whom I have hurt or killed! No supremacy costs decease. No Eden is worth a life on knees. All wars finally end with peace. But peace is what every war begins With! Sacrifice Is mere murdering Hiding still beyond the face of piety. Bloody rites Are mere sorcery — This is not what expiates the guilt. Spells and prayers Are not the reason why I have luck to come home back from fight alive. Not of skies I beg forgiveness now, But of you — whom I have killed! Drown, break and blow! It’s my fault! I am curse! Rip, rend and roar! There’s no god But the universe! Endless universe!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Evil seed lurks inside Waiting for rain of lies to fall, Soul to stray, mind to cloud. Eliminate this — while it is weak and small! But I’d had pure soul, Mother, before your child was born! Give me torch, I need more Fire — to heap the idols and burn! To ground I raze Past times delusions. I choose the prudence Instead of maze. Reap what you have sowed! Don’t you like the harvest? You’re to blame, Not the others! All what you deserved Is about to follow. Build today Your tomorrow! Evil seed rots inside. Nothing will ever make it sprout! Where’s my axe, where is my Hummer — to shatter altars to dust?! To ground I raze Past times delusions. I turn to prudence And leave the maze. Reap what you have sowed! Don’t you like the harvest? You’re to blame, Not the others! All what you deserved Is about to follow. Build today Your tomorrow!

Warrior, so young, Went through my gate, Stepped into my Doorway. He’s in a rage Calling my name, Came to revenge On me! Two days ago I would have passed My time alone In here And from this ben Watched with disgust One of my men Kill him! Now I go down — Calm and defenceless, Grieved and unarmed. Don’t fear to face me! Watch the king fall On his knees crying. Hand with no sword, Head with no crown! I am the one Who has survived In village, you Burned out! I am the son Of men, you cut, Whose family you Murdered! I should lie dead, But still I don’t. Watch me repent Deeply! You can’t forgive, So if you want Before you leave Kill me! Stop! No more blood! I see you suffer. So now I’ve got What I have come for. I watch you fall On your knees crying. Hand with no sword, Head with no crown… … Crown of gold my forebears wore I’ve taken off. Throne so long I lusted for Now I abandon. And again from now on None will ascend it! From the land where I was born I go to rove. Watch the king fall On his knees crying. Hand with no sword, Head with no crown!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

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