Mouth of Swords

We're bored and bankrupt With a lust for tragedy Headlines read the palm Of our destroyer Flags dead at the top of their poles The lights didn't come back on They prayed for the horsemen That never came Revelation of silence Go back to sleep I'll wake you They all looked for him Twisted hands to the sky Their minds dead to life Our own destroyer Flags dead at the top of their poles The lights didn't come back on They prayed for the horsemen That never came Revelation of silence Go back to sleep I'll wake you Two naked bodies in a twisted embrace Hand over fist they stare at each other 'Til they blinked no more We burned all we could Nothing left to save The wasteland A daydream We burned all we could Nothing left to save The wasteland A daydream We burned all we could Nothing left to save The wasteland Your hand the last warmth in the ash The last specters of love As we fall, fall, fall We're bored and bankrupt With a lust for tragedy Headlines read the palm Of our destroyer They prayed for the horsemen That never came Revelation of silence Go back to sleep I'll wake you They prayed for the horsemen That never came Revelation of silence Go back to sleep I'll wake you

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

They say torture him To ensure that he knows nothing We're here to help you To protect you from yourselves Like a rambling priest Fill the gaps with the myths An atom bomb of energy In a fistful of sand An eternal senseless mortal conflict In a verse of words "For now we see through the Glass darkly" A tired conflict All ideologies dead The only utopia Is the clear light of the void At the centre of all words Behind of the maze

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

Put the man on the stand A sentence to end him The word became cold flesh on a noose The gallows his picture frame I'll talk to God about the souls I've pulled out Run my fingers through our hair Tyrants of meaning Monopolies of beauty "Even flowers are black at night" I'll make my morals from the bottom up Sweet depravity my god My only power not in a word He smiled all the way down The punch line silenced Read his scars like a psalm

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

The first washed up on the shore A body unknown A last scream paused on its face Caught in the current Swallowing water There is no bottom As it pulls me further The second washed up A pair clutching To consume each other In an endless kiss On a funeral pyre We now fear not the dead But their formless hunter It lies beneath The holy man says This river's bottom I've seen Muddied and decayed Broken bodies on the shore Unknowns in the night Hollow bones of buildings Beware the Leopard What to do but swim? They died twice When the breath left their bodies And their name was said For the last time A vacant house in darkness Where our lanterns couldn't light It stalks in there Where memories go to die The unspoken ghosts

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

No matter what you've done In this life You're worth while And if you don't believe in anything Believe in us I'm one of the heroes Last name or age I can't call it I'm already dead to everyone I knew The cynic the saviour The prison surrounds as a perfect guarantee Wear curses like roses Damn yourself to a freedom If you don't believe in anything Believe in us Psychotic with convictions The zealot proclaims Our words are dead 'Til they're given life With our blood "If I've gained anything By damning myself I have nothing to fear" I didn't even see any breath in him

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

That face never aged Escaped the tragedy of time This once real light caught in time You were looking into nothing Ink resolves into a specter A one way mirror Cast a dark shadow across Kiss its formless skin These old wise hands Now the picture as dead as he Pose betrays the mind Every word said a fiction Presence the only truth In a world of chance We shared the horizon Between the pages, between the pages... Place the memory Forget Again

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

Somewhere in a prison There's a muffled cry From a hooded figure Please don't forget me To redact a human Black blocks on existence A ghost in a cell Stripped A shuffled gait Betrays the mind of a man Reduced to echoes and rumours Of where truth lies Every inch of skin clothed With head in a bag Relic of humanity Forget Again

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

We live in but the minute between The end, the beginning Left in a drifting silence If all tends to... It begins with a warm glow Most wondrous light "I am becoming death, the destroyer of worlds" It didn't end in collapse Just a growing distance between us What will be the last light?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026

Bare feet on a stool Neck attached to the ceiling By a length of rope His last words read A debt too great to pay I must end myself A shadow enters All dressed for business He whispers a last word In the noosed man's ear His soul flies, the reaper jar The marksman returns for his bullet back You'll sell your body to get this soul back Value in submission It ends in the minute When they forgot their own name Living his life caught in a forgotten dream Standing there mouthing silent pointless... He walks ill at ease Through the dregs of the city Man with a mask made of skull The reaper's enemy To not let them go He lost his name to the bottom of oceans Unpayable debt Echoes of life His soul flies, the reaper jar The marksman returns for his bullet back You'll sell your body to get this soul back Value in submission It ends in the minute When they forgot their own name Living his life caught in a forgotten dream Standing there mouthing silent pointless... Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Echoes of life contained within a jar The rarest matter in creation Traded and sold Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night Where the water meets the sky With the moon submerged Here is where we'll sell them Dead of night

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026