Under the Reviled Throne
"Fallen are the fools born of those who hath betrayed my order’s trust They've shown their vile forms at last and I reduced them all to dust But as I gaze upon this conquered burning land I am malcontent, for human kind shall surely rise again… And so… we shall set forth to consume the world! Spreading our blight til every light has been extinguished” Disease famine and death; the Sin feast on their flesh “We are the end! The Age of Chaos begins!" Set forth now to the east, The Unholy Army’s bound to his savage and sadistic pleasures A sea of monstrous beasts, from fallen human to the Sin They ride to the Bastell shores. Through the wastes they consume their captors to sustain their essence When in an instant from vaporious forms the Coven swarms as the witch queen cries "For what is your purpose?!" "The Dark Unfurls! Eternal night block light from the heavens and swallow the world My Will to conquer now heard. the Sin have crushed the ranks of man and Rodor crumbled in my hand The Dark Unfurls! Eternal fright drive light from the humans, those vile worthless worms We reunite them with the soil, a gift to those opposed to letting madness take control" Return to the soil "Bound to hatred we live and die, take your place at my side and together we can bring their demise You've suffered at the hands of man… when they're dead you are free claim rule over those lands yet again" "But I'm aware that power always has a cost. What does your heart desire, vile one, to offer this to us?" "I only wish to spread malevolence and grief, though your skills in spatial magick could be helpful to the siege" "Ha!" Disease famine and death In Darkness they accept “We are the end! The Age of Chaos begins!" "The Dark Unfurls! Eternal night block light from the heavens and swallow the world My Will to conquer now heard. the Sin have crushed the ranks of man and Rodor crumbled in my hand The Dark Unfurls! Eternal fright drive light from the humans, those vile worthless worms We reunite them with the soil, a gift to those opposed to this madness!”
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Bound by his rotting hand, legions have formed as the Chaos consumes any tainted soul. The thirst for vicious evil grew and has taken full control. Above corrupted man, above the sin themselves, stand the cursed ones who now collect the toll. They garner fear from far and near. Slaughter entire villages whole. Some say they're cursed to bear the stench of death, Growing stronger with every stolen breath. They bear the mark of the Lich upon their chest. Consumed by hatred, ever foul! Drunk in his power they're possessed. As magick grows, so does unrest. Under his throne, the Reviled stand alone. His Crystal's magick amplifies the features of these soulless creatures. Under his throne, six Keepers of the Stone. Incessant cruelty multiplied; the dark will of the Ancient Teacher. Under his throne, the Reviled stand alone. Death Crystals feast upon the hate, now gods among these worthless people. Under his throne, six Keepers of the Stone. Their heinous will be carried out, pure evil radiates down to bone. Pray tell, dost thou not know of these beasts? Surely the tales of Evee's trees of death transformed by bloody feasts? The Keeper of the Gate, Algaliarect, now lumbers at his side. The Serpent Mage, Elias, cast spells binding those doors open. Still three remain, more mysterious in nature and name. Two demons never seen apart, playing ever vicious games. The last known as The Ghost. Soon you'll become the same. Bestowed a mighty gift. Imbued with the power of the Lich. May all deaths be swift, lest you become a living toy for The Reviled, Sin, or Witch. Under his throne, the Reviled stand alone. His Crystal's magick amplifies the features of these soulless creatures Under his throne, six Keepers of the Stone. Incessant cruelty multiplied; the dark will of the Ancient Teacher. Under his throne, the Reviled stand alone. Death Crystals feast upon the hate, now gods among these worthless people Under his throne, six Keepers of the Stone, Their heinous will be carried out; pure evil radiates down to bone.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
[Chorus] All will fold to the fears that they let take hold Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul As I bend their will, exert my control I feel nothing within me [Verse 1] Desire grew to force a change The consequence a war greater than all had seen in this age We druids called to engage Though victorious the cost was the loss of my precious order So what's the point when all this misery comes forth from my intervening? "A hand to judge the hearts of all" they said I bеlieved in the liе! The truth was worse than I dreaded Instead in my wake lies the ruin that I hoped to change Through base magicks to the mighty arcane Attempts to amend impending war were in vain All around me descends into madness So I flee deep into the eastern realms And far away from cursed "Rodor" skies Betrayal behind but the memories at my side Before me nothing but the end do I start again As I find the world expands far beyond my long held boundaries Yet I see hope within humanity and so for centuries I wander on Exerting my will to see where I might have gone wrong My journey takes me to a land deep within the sea For I feel an ancient force and it beckons to me [Chorus] All will fold to the fears that they let take hold Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul As I bend their will, exert my control I feel nothing within me [Verse 2] Desire grew to seek a change The mighty forests power something I wish to gain Drawing near I fear a trap is arranged But as my life is now? I could take it or leave it Feel it pulling in sacrifice begin I see a mystical clearing below The roots entangle humans Shred their flesh to the forest god Life given Though cloaked those roots like arms now wrap around my legs I can't resist as I plunge to the heart of Taane Now I see deep within the land the ancient spark that birthed Arrias is alive Cast down from The Bog, transmuted and left to die Into me I feel its power flow coming from below and I hear its voice Inside my head as if my own and it begins to speak So what's the point when all this misery comes forth from my intervening? Once of The Bog, I feel my power wane By preying on these souls I've barely managed to sustain But in the end what do they gain? If we were to merge our power could imbue them with the magicks from my plain Less souls needed to sustain And I could rid you of eternal sadness [Chorus] All will fold to the fears that they let take hold Enchanted words plant doubt in the soul As I bend their will, exert my control I feel nothing within me [Outro] I join the spark of life And merge into a being anew Our path their way of life Let the weak be devoured
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
I have seen their horrors, undeterred they spread Across the barren wastes they answer to the dead From beasts of puss and tumors, nightmarish ghouls of dread To witch and darkened human souls: they wish us to be bled None can stop them! He comes for flesh and blood A call to arms was heard for we were summoned to defend, as our allies to the west have brought about their end His gaze now lies upon us victims of his sweet revenge We rode out to the wastes, for the kingdom cannot fall Many held such foolish confidence, for no force in seeming centuries has dared try to breach our mighty walls We held our lines under the dusty amber skies Like a swarm they burst from the horizon right before our eyes Pure Horrors Unending A sickening malevolence we cannot hope to resist Death is Impending Quickly we must flee through the mist, or we shall cease to exist Clinging to life we fought, oh the gnashing of teeth! Their valiant acts defiled by the vile creatures of the beneath Utter suffering! Their writhing, screaming, bleeding. I’m fleeing as beasts are feeding, breeding upon their very flesh So loud the cracks of bone! We must retreat from this, an instant defeat Before this wave of vicious suffering has swept through our home And so those left began to flee to warn you of the Sin As emerald fire fell from the sky With their magick it incinerates all it envelopes, burning from within I rode with hell still screaming at my back, though I felt a spell blast through me I returned from the attack Pure Horrors Unending A sickening malevolence we cannot hope to resist Death is Impending Quickly we must flee through the mist, or we shall cease to exist My Horrors Unending A sickening malevolence you cannot hope to resist Death is Impending No time now to flee through the mist, now you shall cease to exist” Wreathing, screaming, bleeding Pure fear as I feel him in my soul An emerald glow bursts from me as I feel him take control "Foolish worthless humans I am what you dread. You should have cast this pawn aside a coward left for dead. Brought deep inside your walls to see what he hath known That spell he felt pass through his soul implanted a Gatestone I have come for your death Suffer with every breath My Horrors Unending
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
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Sleep now in solitude. Return to the great nothing thou knowest due. The silence calls for you. Find now death's embrace, lest your heart be rotted through. Endless struggle! From life til death we kill to survive. A rule of life for all cruel, forsaken minds. Beneath the rubble the screams so divine, as the Sin drink from humans like wine. Hopeless struggle! From life til death we kill to survive. Within this ruin your bodies are now enshrined; crushed and consumed as if grapes from the vine. And with a brilliant flash of light, he ruptured from within. The Gatestone in the knight transport the Lich, Reviled, and hoards of Sin from cliffs before the Bastell wall into the city deep below. A river flows now from my hand of malice, panic, death, and woe. "No mercy for the weak! We slay the vermin in their sleep! These fools would have you dead or sealed away eternally!" And so as dusk begins to set, the roars of flame mute all but screams. SING O' CHOIR OF SUFFERING. Sleep now in solitude. Return to the great nothing thou knowest due The silence calls for you. Find now death's embrace, lest your heart be rotted through. Death comes for all across Arrias should he gain these ships of war. "Our lands have fallen! To the shores! All fates we struggle for. Set charges in the hulls and damn them to the seas below! My god I see them coming! Light the fuse in flames your king shall go." Endless struggle! From life til death we kill to survive. A rule of life for all cruel, forsaken minds. Beneath the rubble the screams so divine, as the Sin drink from humans like wine. Hopeless struggle! From life til death we kill to survive. Within this ruin your bodies are now enshrined; crushed and consumed as if grapes from the vine. Sleep now in solitude. Return to the great nothing thou knowest due. The silence calls for you. Find now death's embrace, lest your heart be rotten! Engulfed in flames Sink to the grave Though now our kingdom's surely doomed, we've kept the Lich at bay. "Those dying acts of yours though valiant are in vain. You thought I'd fold that easy?? I'll take your flesh, bound by my breath" And as he spoke the dead moved A bloody mess at his behest Grotesquely mend the hulls with meat The Carrion Fleet sustained by his dark energy.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Now as the fires start to dim, and the cries of suffering are silenced by The Sin, the Lich and witches' magick resurrect the fleet again. Sounds of their feast echo upon the ruins as they bask in morbid ecstasy, Across the mighty sea the spark of life has sensed this misery. Hate rooted far too deep to control. The fallen, once an ally to our old form, unwhole. A slave to chaos as his madness unfolds. What was Hope now an agent of mold. Death upon the sea. A wave of misery flows out through me. Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see. "Arrias bow before my throne! The world is mine you've nowhere to flee." Death upon the sea. A wave of misery flows out through me. Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see. Do you hear Arrias groan? It calls for human blood to soak the soil down to stone. Now as the sea is filled with Sin, upon the morbid crafts made whole from human flesh and skin, the Lich can't help when setting sail but crack a vicious grin. Rodor left behind, Bastell, the wastes, and all within the continent now falls as his vile reformation now begins. The hopeless fool is blind to see that if victorious, he's sealing his own defeat. Taanes roots have pulled away, once anchored in the deep. The Floating Forest Fortress drifts to war as the continent sleeps. Death upon the sea. A wave of misery flows out through me. Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see. "Arrias bow before my throne! The world is mine you've nowhere to flee." Death upon the sea. A wave of misery flows out through me. Our ships of flesh sail on to conquer all we see. It calls for human blood to soak the soil. Set sail to conquer all! We move to stop the fall!
Taane drifts towards the west, their spirit beckons forth to all those who live above its roots. "We must prepare, for there's an ancient evil taking hold; for souls his chaos magick now pollutes." Now centuries have passed since the merge of the spark and the druid cast new order upon these forest lands with the power it imbues. So formed their culture's caste. With their lives ruled by strength, power given at last Those who fear the pain of judgment in the lowest class. It beckons now-payment is due. Set sail for war. The hour draws nigh. Taane sensed the lives claimed by the Lich. The echoes of their spirits cries Set sail for war. The hour draws nigh. The Alliance of Amelung shall never fall. Though this evil may rise. Unmatched is our will to survive. A grave command to cull unblessed. Perspective is the key. The weak a needed sacrifice upon the roots they bleed to fuel The forest fortress's journey to the west. As nations north begin to learn of this unrest. Upon one dark and dreary night, a fleet arrived at port. The only to escape Bastell; to the elect they must report. "The news of Chaos spreading wide a grave concern indeed. To face this foe we must join forces with old enemies." And so they ventured to the south, to the Believers of the bog-those who abandoned science, worshiping celestial fog. They call upon their old Alliance, "We must reconvene. For sacrifice and science must resist this utter villainy." "Ahh here our mighty friends of science, many days behind. Our wise and humble scriers have foretold these horrors many times. Though you may not believe this Lich betrayed his makers will devine. His actions Blasphemy! We join you know to crush that wicked swine" Set sail for war. The Hour draws nigh. Taane sensed the lives claimed by the Lich. The echoes of their spirits cries. Set sail for war. The hour draws nigh. The Alliance of Amelung shall never fall. Though this evil may rise, unmatched is our will to survive. The Lich and his chaos must die! Though this evil may rise, The Lich and his chaos must die! We will survive!
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Behold, sweet potions brewed. End your misery! Liquid mystery! Concoctions tried and true lift all who feel of dread. Our magick mixtures stewed, Forget everything! Don't feel anything! Consume now weary friend, forget now of the dead. Back! We tell of the ancient times again with the old war at its end, those remaining Druids drift apart back to the lands where they began, in grief, relief is all this druid seeks. Her comrades dead, consumed with rage, or wandering aimlessly. So she returns to eastern shores and sails to farther lands, where she held charge before the threat of evil grasped Arrias in its hands. In grief, relief to see her nations thrive. The knowledge she hath spread, science, sorcery, now their life. "Oh Teacher, how your sorrow breaks our hearts, but never fear! Our brightest minds have now refined a brew that staves off woe" Without even a second thought, she utters "give it here" and downs the potion, as her worries melt into the ground below. Behold, sweet potions brewed. End your misery! Liquid mystery! Concoctions tried and true lift all who feel of dread. Our magick mixtures stewed. Forget everything! Don't feel anything! Consume now weary friend, forget now of the dead. Feeling her worries drift away, "Oh what a wondrous thing" not seeing the effects on mental clarity the potion brings In grief, relief is all she cares to feel, So what if secrets held from mortals slip from my tongue into their ears? Their progress afterall advancing everyday, their moral compass still intact unlike Rodor who hath betrayed." In grief, relief comes at a vicious cost. Tearing one's soul from deep inside as all connections lost. Sinking into the Lethe, as I set myself adrift. Sense of reality slips. Sinking into the Lethe, drowning alone as I drift. The current becoming swift. Nothingness is the only end. Let it take my hand and lead me to the abyss Nothingness, what perfect bliss! Cease to exist, adrift on the sea of forgetfulness Within these waters I drown. Face to face with the end "Welcoming death I've nothing left to give and this fractured heart cannot mend." Those of her nation realized far too late that their potions caused her descent. Their greed for knowledge in her miserable state has now sealed her fate. She drifts on forever. Behold, sweet potions brewed. End your misery! Liquid mystery! Concoctions tried and true lift all who feel of dread. Our magick mixtures stewed. Forget everything! Don't feel anything! Consume now weary friend, forget now of the dead. Nothingness. Lead me to the abyss. Nothingness.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
I think I've found the key to get these bastards overthrown .A fitting death for their betrayal, Three of my Order slain, dreams haunted by their dying groans. I seek the truth behind the veil. Commanded by the bog to keep these truths from reaching human ears, to stoke their mortal fears we'd stave off any chance man seek beyond this wretched plane to worlds they've spawned. Keep their secrets. Spread their lies. Guide the hearts and minds of humankind. But now this task a worthless waste of time, I tum my gaze to find power to claim as mine. Remnants of a god, the once divine, grant me your omnipotence from this shrine. Keep their secrets. Spread their lies. Guide the hearts and minds of humankind. Cast into dark. To the Void I shall embark. Within these forbidden mysteries I hope to find the spark. To be boundless, all powerful. With this might, we'll reclaim the throne. I'll craft a gate to join the shadow into the great unknown. Calling from the darkness I hear it echo, clawing to return to life. Fallen ancient horror, I hear it beacon. Every moment day or night. The other task bestowed to mind the gates. Some portals lead to other worlds, some leading to the fates. Yet others seal the nightmares I desire. To rise and set this world afire. So for generations I misled the fools who live amongst these chains of islands as merely tools. A simple promise everlasting life they build the Infernal Arch of my design. Keep their secrets. Spread their lies. Veil my soiled will from human eyes. Cast into dark. To the Void I shall embark Within these forbidden mysteries I hope to find the spark. To be boundless, all powerful. With this might, we'll reclaim the throne. I'll craft a gate to join the shadow into the great unknown. At last the time has come this dark and cursed night. The druid channels all his magick. OPEN NOW AND COME TO LIGHT! A rumbling shakes the soul as darkness opened wide An all consuming vacuum leaves even the druid horrified. Cast into dark. To the Void, never embark Within these forbidden mysteries I had hoped to find the spark. It was boundless... all powerful. With this might, one could rule alone. Now sealed, the Gate to join the shadow Consumed by the horrors unknown. As the Druid perished, his final action-sealing the Infernal Gate. A final spell left runes to ward away lest all should join his fate.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
"Hail the ones on high who formed us from the spark of life." So the legends foretold. Truths let slip long ago. Within her great undoing, she beared nearly all she'd known onto them. A sect now grown has dominated modern life, controlling all that they know. Engaged in rituals, an effort to appease the Bog. Now gathered on their knees commencing in the sacrifice, in hopes that it will please. All Praise to The Bog From emptiness, we now exist All Praise to The Bog Or perish in your worthlessness All Praise to The Bog We must insist your hopelessness All Praise to The Bog Or perish in your worthless resistance In these lands long ago, she brought us science, along with alchemy and knowledge, to brew magick potions For many years we were content with these marvels now our own. But as she faded, soon our nations fell to violence. The peoples' hope now gone-lost their abject of devotion Spawned within this joint descent, from her closest scribes they rose. "Fret not Alliance! For we know the path she wanted for us all. We have learned of the Bog, shared in the moments as she fell Arrias is a god destroyed, our life born of their fall. One of their kind, a sacrifice, which we must give as well." "Hail the ones on high who formed us from the spark of life." So the legends foretold. Truths let slip long ago. Distorted by those once her scribes; a web of crooked truths and lies. A sect now grown has dominated modern life, controlling all that they know. Engaged in rituals, they sacrifice the children of the non believers now. Then bathe within the blood as if they're witches, ever vile. All Praise to The Bog From emptiness, we now exist All Praise to The Bog Or perish in your worthlessness All Praise to The Bog We must insist your hopelessness All Praise to The Bog Or perish in your worthless resistance Thus began the great Divide. Those of the Seen and those of science at war, the alliance turned on its side. A century of destruction and death before the slaughter finally resides. Once mighty now the Nations are split. Science versus Sacrifice.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025