Decrowning the Irenarch

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Imperator pacificus - transgressing the law sacred Superseded dominion - of mere human ordinance For those who shall not yield To the dictate of the irenarch’s word For those who shall not laud The orations of his lassitude For those who shall not bow To the throne upon which such peace is crowned For those impending few Destined to seize his sword and scepter Ara Pacis! A sword brought for thee Upon the altar of majestic peace Ara Pacis! Fire bought for thee Within the temple of indolent peace For those who consecrate the regicide Will be through conquest reborn For those bestowed with victory Bestowed with a sword of peace in storm For those who surpass the plebian will Surpassing that which can’t be opposed Will one day hold the scepter Of empire, axis of the world Ara Pacis! Blood upon thee From throats of the irenic see Ara Pacis! Burn forevermore By the fire of the stratocratic law

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Let those men who do not fight Feasting at the table of sloth Where they spent their youth There let them pass into old age Weary through indolence Not a glory to their name The slaves of their stomachs Who leave to us sweat and dust Assumed the mask of virtue Acquired a relish for idleness Rotten with unjust pride They pass their days till death For as to all the arts of life For as to all the arts of war Is luxury a fatal vice Destroyer of a shameless state For a tranquil world Situated in the embrace of silence There is no pride in their crowned For above their heads soar men of arms Lifted torches light the pyres This decadence - devastated Si vis pacem para bellum When the pillars collapse and fall The land and sea, the root and branch Of this empire shall be conquered Si vis pacem para bellum When the pillars collapse and fall

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Europe, mother of men In turmoil, on her dais of crumbling stone Ten years of prolonged peace The treaty, a testament to ruin Three kings, exchanging sword and spirit Three empires, two senescent flames Spirit - the deathless prevailer War - The father and the son Tsar defend the aristocratic rule With eminence, honour and humility Franz II by the grace of God The last Holy Roman Emperor Great empire of Napoleon Usurping legions cross the Rhine 350 thousand Renewed hubristic martial pride Tsar, press on in blessed battle Unchain the Imperial Guard Franz Archduke converge thy losses Assemble Mother Europe’s fate Advancing force attend the fog Veiled division of St Hilaire The sun of Austerlitz is thine May it tear the mist apart Holy Roman Empire now prone in thy grave Submission of a kingdom once great New empire deliver thy sovereign domination Europe supplicate to the will of an iron hand To live inglorious In defeat and disgrace is to die each day To die in war in glory Is to live forever

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy, Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Imperial grace bestowed by heaven’s will An emanation of the solar law Iulianus Augustus by absolute right A king - half dust, half god Reinstate the fallen order from its bed of decadence Extirpate the curses and the vices of the past Enter the decayed palace of Constantinople Fated victims of tragic malediction Let oblivion rest upon that darkened epoch The sinecurist swarms and the herders of nescience Flavius Claudius Iulianus Apostata Bearer of dynastic spirit The sovereign reflector of deific truth Immutable in thy providence The ruler of all things, around whom all things stand Preserver of the celestial truth Eternal solar justice beyond the earthly claws Maintainer of the fire undying

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Neither father nor fortune had ever wished That the Bismarck would forever live To depart from life Distrait from suffering Till the last breath Till the last shell Neither through fortune nor chance alone Had ever a man immortality gained Masters of the world, of the seas, through this, a pure distinction Yet with no foot of earth their own, a mark of pure discipline Humble suppliants to the bitter floods and waves of suffering They who sit in judgment to the war and to the callous sea When time grows cruel valour becomes the only light That shines in sinking darkness That remains alight through all blessings and all ills Valour raises men high when fortune falls This day will make wives widows, as the war wills Purity of silence and pure honour will thus reign Resolved to duty as the destroyers emerged Pure devotion though death was absolute Duty attend In loyalty Yield to nothing Save dishonour In accordance with the decree of fortune perish And the will of blessed inexorable war Fire unchain Disable the beast Condemn to the sea Destroy the Bismarck Withered her flower of triumph and mastery Though valour remains more glorious to behold

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham Set in parchment and leaves and stone Procurators of a law before time Marching under standards of blood Gloried in the wounds of creation In an age barren of honour and pride Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham Rotting parchments and leaves and stone The purgatorian storm shall sweep The purgatorian sun shall rise Tyrants, taste the sword of truth Tyrants, inhale the fire of justice Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham Punish, destroy, the nonbelievers Submit, obey, the scrolls of dissolution Destroy, create, under this standard

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

In battle itself is the power to arouse and awaken supremacy Beyond victory and defeat is the only virtue we surrender to Enslaved, the powers of chaos and fear, and passion that blind the fight Above pleasure and pain, and gain and loss, surpassing moral chains In his cell, his pallid telluric confine, man subjects himself Inaction, desire - secular defects that war shall transcend Light against raw power, the divine path, a symbol of triumph Conquered, the crisis of corporeal death - Victorious peace Whether through gain or defeat, impulse shall always hinder Death triumphant conquers indolence and man’s emotions Whether through death or victory, the ascetic shall always ascend Death triumphant conquers storm, blood and misery

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Millions of the young Strode under the black sky Mobilized for glory As their march echoed Entrenched by the raw fire Immobilized in that soil Machines controlled the fields Where honour could not Obeisant to fate in the morning mist The brotherhood of arms reached its journey’s end No requiem or obsequies For the anonymous fallen who rest in the soil No recourse through the machines Thrown into gun fire all maneuvers The sunken road now nothing more Than shell-holes filled with carcasses and wreckage

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

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