Vengeance

See them standing in the foothills Waiting for the kill On wings of fear the terror sweeps Into the city beat To defend This is the pact But when life’s scorned And damage done To avenge This is the pact On wings of vengeance Taarna finds them Death for barbarians To defend This is the pact But when life’s scorned And damage done To avenge This is the pact Flying over the oasis She is captured and they pull her down Feeling pain From the air Close my eyes And I am there I feel I’m falling down in a deep, dark pit “Pull him down,” the soldier said, “I’ll put an arrow in his head” But the bird Flew off instead To save his master On his back she fled Her time has come Riding her bird High in the saddle She gets her chance to fulfill the pact now As their leader Swoops from the clouds She sticks him with her sword Then she throws him down The enemy shrivel and die The enemy shrivel and die To defend This is the pact But when life’s scorned And damage done To avenge This is the pact

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 11, 2025

Inside the foundry they have given birth For the upheaval of a buried earth The sanctified mechanic bends the axis of the world they mend From the center of it all They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn The gracious ambiance began to swirl In raging winds of the inverted world They would not to this dream awake In time their shores they would forsake They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn They rise They forge Their thoughts They breed through the machinery of faith They scourge They burn And the wheel on the axis will turn Yes, they bleed Through the machinery of faith They yearn And the wheel on the axis will burn

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 17, 2026

For as they walk through life's valley with a standard of death Death will follow Just as the cause will in time make their misery known The guilt and sorrow They create the need They give you vinegar and bile They bring the alms They give you words and a smile They revel in filth That they stole with their cynical guile At the roots of your ideal, there is a lesion An insult to the sanctitude of life Could not the fall be a part of our completion? If not, it's at the heart of our strife They create the need They give you vinegar and bile They bring the alms They give you words and a smile They revel in filth That they stole with their cynical guile They precede the fall They place you back in the womb They miss the mark They are the authors of doom They are bound to fail As their world comes crashing down We transgress We are brought into life through iniquity We're all sinners And thus death has reached ubiquity By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration? No, they miss the mark They miss the mark For those who walk through death's valley with a standard of life Life will follow And though the stains of our being may bring out the worst It won't be hollow They create the need They give you vinegar and bile They bring the alms They give you words and a smile They revel in filth That they stole with their cynical guile They precede the fall They place you back in the womb They miss the mark They are the authors of doom They are bound to fail As their world comes crashing down We transgress We are brought into life through iniquity We're all sinners And thus death has reached ubiquity By their fruitless efforts are they blessed with regeneration? No, they miss the mark They miss the mark They miss the mark They miss the mark

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 09, 2026