If I Should Fall to the Field

You don't believe what you don't see Each grain of sand beneath the sea You have no faith in a dream Fade into the landspace, unseem In a field of weeds, killing time A winding river rushes by All the while you seem to be going blind A cold numb grey in your eyes Breathe in, breathe deep A lifetime is too long to sleep Staring at lightning won't keep you warm You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm Growing weak and thin This has to end where it begins Waiting for winter's first snow To cover your tracks, so no-one will know That you ever lived, or ever lied You wouldn't give, never tried No words worth air ever sound From a flightless bird, bound to the ground Breathe in, breathe deep A lifetime is too long to sleep Staring at lightning won't keep you warm You hear the thunder, but can't get out of the storm

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

The winds outside a change Shadows move across the floor Chasing the light When the leaves fall to the field I'll know the wrong from yesterday Sky turns sustaining night We all watch the frost From the withered vine Of the Autumn host I'll pray on my sustaining life I will be as you, with the grey Driven through a sea The tides wash in to inspire Lay down in moon of the might Flesh gives way to the worlds in her hives The rain will no longer cease Drowning gives meaning to breath I come down to stake my claim Runes in the clouds Blood on the bones

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

My forging hammer Lies reclined My bellows, too Have lost their wind My fires extinct My forge decayed And in the dust My vices layed My coal is spent My iron is gone My anvil is broke My work is done My work is done My work is done My work is done

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I stand exposed In a barren field Like a stone Bled dry The day star fades The darkness cools The fever breaks My side is clear A figure forms Of shining gold A guiding light That leads me To a tree of reckoning Visions bring Our name Lie on Lie on hallowed ground A stonecutter face An idol stare Calls us to The river Ghost of the past Speak of things We don't care To hear now The sun bleached planks Of this old wall Meet the dust And cry out Grandfather's hands Blood for us here Hallowed ground foverer Bleed on Bleed on hallowed ground Bleed on Bleed on hallowed ground

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

This river flows to the South Like these thoughts flow from my veins Blood like fuel is fed to the fire Inspired by faces in the flames In the boats we crosses over the water The edge of the Earth fell away On the banks we stood alone As dreams were washed out to sea

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Oh, please help me, oh please help me, I'm livin' by myself. I need someone to comfort me, I need someone to tell. I'm sorry for the things I've done, I've shamed myself with lies, But soon these things are overcome And can't be recognized. I left my love with ribbons on And water in her eyes. I took from her the love I'd won And turned it to the sky. I'm sorry for the things I've done, I've shamed myself with lies, My cruelty has punctured me And now I'm running dry.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 12, 2025

There's a candle in the window Of the old tatch house Mother said it was a beacon On this night of the hunt She sang softly Of those who were gone As she poured whiskey On the stone near the heart Howling beasts And unearthly cries One-eyed riders Stones of skies The windows started to shutter Under the force of the wind Whirling mysts became furies Rolling clouds became wolves Howling beasts And unearthly cries One-eyed riders Stones of skies Though i was young that night Never once did i fear I knew this ancestral spectre Was wondering God Known to our people forever Giver of breath and life I will gladly ride with Him When it becomes my time Howling beasts And unearthly cries One-eyed riders Stones of skies

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

And then i born to die To lay this body down And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown Soon as from Earth i go What will become of me? Eternal happyness, or woe? Must then my poor son be? Eternal happyness, or woe? Must then my poor son be? A land of the best shade I'm pierced by you, my thought That dreary of the dead Where all things are forgot That dreary of the dead Where all things are forgot

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Under a blood red moon That fades from my eyes An ancestral haunting Brings their names across a plain unknown Harvesting thought from a mind out of time The disembodied voice of corpses on the wind unknown

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three; And she knew by heart, from finish to start, the Book of Iniquity. There is no hope for such as I on earth, nor yet in Heaven; Unloved I live, unloved I die, unpitied, unforgiven; A loathed jade, I ply my trade, unhallowed and unshriven. I paint my cheeks, for they are white, and cheeks of chalk men hate; Mine eyes with wine I make them shine, that man may seek and sate; With overhead a lamp of red I sit me down and wait Until they come, the nightly scum, with drunken eyes aflame; Your sweethearts, sons, ye scornful ones -- 'tis I who know their shame. The gods, ye see, are brutes to me -- and so I play my game. For life is not the thing we thought, and not the thing we plan; And Woman in a bitter world must do the best she can -- Must yield the stroke, and bear the yoke, and serve the will of man; Must serve his need and ever feed the flame of his desire, Though be she loved for love alone, or be she loved for hire; For every man since life began is tainted with the mire. And though you know he love you so and set you on love's throne; Yet let your eyes but mock his sighs, and let your heart be stone, Lest you be left (as I was left) attainted and alone. From love's close kiss to hell's abyss is one sheer flight, I trow, And wedding ring and bridal bell are will-o'-wisps of woe, And 'tis not wise to love too well, and this all women know. Wherefore, the wolf-pack having gorged upon the lamb, their prey, With siren smile and serpent guile I make the wolf-pack pay -- With velvet paws and flensing claws, a tigress roused to slay. One who in youth sought truest truth and found a devil's lies; A symbol of the sin of man, a human sacrifice. Yet shall I blame on man the shame? Could it be otherwise? Was I not born to walk in scorn where others walk in pride? The Maker marred, and, evil-starred, I drift upon His tide; And He alone shall judge His own, so I His judgment bide. Fate has written a tragedy; its name is The Human Heart. The Theatre is the House of Life, Woman the mummer's part; The Devil enters the prompter's box and the play is ready to start

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025