Dying Son

An undying man a story he tells Abandoned at young age raised by infidels Brought up and raised by the tip of a sword A learned mind influenced by their lord Heavy stakes were used to bring fear Impaled and raised up, shredding not a tear See the sun one last time The dead rise, bells will chime See the sun one last time The dead rise, bells will chime As battle commence with a force so evil Two legions will clash as the battle cries thrash As night turns into dawn, the sun rises high Victory's held, the time to strike is now Heavy stakes were used to bring fear Impaled and raised up, shredding not a tear See the sun one last time The dead rise, bells will chime See the sun one last time The dead rise, bells will chime

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Dire portents over land and sea Ravaging heathen men set me free Set ablaze by our fire All must die, peasant, king and friar Blood red skies Blood red skies Taken as slaves, sold off as cattle Over dark waters after battle Set ablaze by our fire All must die, peasant, king and friar Blood red skies Blood red skies Blood red skies Blood red skies Of all who was taken but a few still live Heathen men we do not forgive Set ablaze by our fire All must die, peasant, king and friar Blood red skies Blood red skies Blood red skies Blood red skies Blood red sky

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

As an eagle sitting on the top of the tallest oaken tree Sternly staring down on the world beneath Veles the nemesis of him The battle fought with gritted teeth A golden beard rested on his chin With eyes so dark as the deepest sin Skyfather resides up in the clouds Striking at the ground wrapped in shrouds They were then thrown high up in the sky Thrice a strike of lightning passing me by One struck two grooms fair and young Another a horse in a stable it was sung The third six times one hundred wedding guests In death they now can raise their protests The figure was born bearing the mark of the wolves THe three golden apples grown on mystic cloves The firestone arrows granted by earth mother Howling winds raging Perun the Skyfather They were then thrown high up in the sky Thrice a strike of lightning passing me by One struck two grooms fair and young Another a horse in a stable it was sung The third six times one hundred wedding guests In death they now can raise their protests One struck two grooms fair and young Another a horse in a stable it was sung The third six times one hundred wedding guests In death they now can raise their protests Three golden apples he grabbed In a sack at his back they were bagged

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Watching the masses through a windows from within So curious I follow him Unable to decide is what fascinates Being led forward like bait to dupe his trait What crimes are he behind the wanderer a mystic find A dagger at his side Is what's making me worried As evening falls the stalking begins Throughout the night it goes on and on Unnoticed to the pits of the poor he runs Unable to decide is what fascinates Being led forward like bait to dupe is his trait What crimes are he behind the wanderer a mystic find A dagger at his side The man of the crowd The man of the crowd What is his purpose and where does he head Where am I being led Following the man until the day again bringt light The man of the crowd The man of the crowd What is his purpose and where does he head Where am I being led

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

At New Year's Day in 1796 the first record has been done A lighthouse somewhere in the northern sea the story has now begun Solitude and time alone, getting what is wished for All alone with a hound he was set ashore While starting to write, echoing sounds in the wall Keeps the watcher in enthrall The second day it comes both wind and sea now calm A wind so soft as the sweetest balm Solitude and time alone, getting what is wished for All alone with a hound they were set ashore In the lighthouse Nothing but a tomb In the lighthouse Impending doom Below the level of the sea a hollow is found With walls made of chalk it can be drowned Questioning doubt will it stand or will it fall This now written with a hand so scrawl Solitude and time alone, getting what is wished for All alone with a hound they were set ashore In the lighthouse Nothing but a tomb In the lighthouse Impending doom

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Seven boys of age so young and Seven girls so innocent Forced by the tip of a bow strung Then thrown of the ship for imprisonment In honor to the god of the sea His wife bearing the offspring of the bull Proclaimed to slay the bull was he With appetite for flesh of men so pitiful The working and creations of the cleaver worker In the darkest depths of the maze preys the lurker

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Self-righteous leaders in a world of torture and pain It's original purpose forgotten, abandoned for power The propaganda repeated over and over again Stand straight and die or choose to live and cower Time has come, you will now enter Room 101 Time has come, you will now enter Room 101 Contradictory meanings created for control Confessions from a free mind implicating reality Unpersons deleted dropped down in the memory hole History re-written now made to suit the greater goal Time has come, you will now enter Room 101 Time has come, you will now enter Room 101

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

The blue river runs deep collecting souls of the fallen The Southern plains basked in sunlight The blue river runs deep collecting souls of the fallen Souls of the fallen Souls of the fallen As the first darkness came upon the world The people were forced to retreat into the woods In darkness men dwelled they survived and they thrived Glorious cities were created and so it was fated Homage was paid to the first Triglav Many songs sang with great glory and joy Homage was paid to the grandfathers of gods Svarog, creator of the heavens and the land and sea In the land of the seven rivers beyond the sea Lived a people full of glory listen to their story Creator of the sun, stars and earth now enshrined Now witness the birth of an empire born Father of Tiverians A second darkness came upon them all bringing a great storm of frost Heading south to build a new with only but a few The ones that stayed behind were so assigned, so it was fated Homage was paid to the first Triglav Many songs sang with great glory and joy Homage was paid to the grandfathers of gods Svarog, creator of the heavens and the land and sea In the land of the seven rivers beyond the sea Lived a people full of glory listen to their story Creator of the sun, stars and earth now enshrined Now witness the birth of an empire born Father of Tiverians Homage was paid to the first Triglav Many songs sang with great glory and joy In the land of the seven rivers beyond the sea Lived a people full of glory listen to their story In the land of the seven rivers beyond the sea Lived a people full of glory listen to their story Creator of the sun, stars and earth now enshrined Now witness the birth of an empire born Father of Tiverians

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025