Masque
Emboldened and enraged Embrace the cold lance of steel A clash of spears and swords against shields Screaming their intent Wield the arc, be the hammer, unsheathe the blade Now bow before the Titan Titan! Now mark their graves Shallow and deep Bones of many Build a great temple of sacrifice Like the great oak, be the hammer Wield the arc, kneel before the titan Though wе are few Our swords bleed your fate Shiеlds will defend our truth Though we are few Our swords still bleed your fate Our shields will defend our truth Striking forth to be the noble beasts No yield for the titan
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Come round the mountain high A jagged trail clasps a crimson sky Reach above to grasp at the sun Giant among men, soon their blood will run Hidden well among these bows of thorn A ruthless defender from above born On earth dwell now with a man among gods Teeth like stone protrude a callous mountain side Barked and vicious, many men failed but tried Like thorns sharpened they cut the flesh and soul Mocking gods lease for mortals this wretched hole Can man ascend to greater heights as nеver seen? Or do cruel gods cast all down obscenе? Let them know that no, we shall declare Their thrones and command we shall ensnare Tethered to this place Oath bound not to fall in disgrace Try as he may mortality fades Darkening skies, the sun shades
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
And when we're gone who will sing our song? Martyred all though in our prime and strong Whoever casts rope over this dead oak Let them know our spirits never broke Old rope drops for all to see And so I will hang from this wretched tree There came many, there came more The sound on water of the crashing oar Though they sought our counsel in good stead With our weapons lowered, them we did not dread Old rope drops for all to see And so I will hang from this wretched tree Aghast! Over the branch a rope is cast Now it stands as a funerary servant Another tale it has to grant Before I swing in a litting freeze I shout my curses and profanities Now it stands so silently There I swing from a wretched tree
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Hidden, lying behind a stone effigy A snake in human form Venal in its being Devotee of a cursed craft The mask betrays the devil in the detail A reptilian if we may Hidden is the lie but is spoken as if truth Cleave with spite, smashed idols Greatest sanity is assured before the fall Slavish loyalty to an empire of dust An impure hatred baths in an abject lust Abominations, pestilent rats run Cascading towards the setting sun Palaces bejeweled, bone in stone Tethered by sinews of flesh Abominations, pestilent rats run Cascading towards the setting sun Eyes lift to see obsequious venality And knows that a blade must thrust To remove that masque for eternity Eyes lift to see cast low to trample under foot A mocking indifference to the bearers of nobility Perpetual scorn to be rid of all And yet like an acorn comes a great oak tall
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Serpentine and servile Slithering and spineless Cast a path before me Where no redemption lies Crawling serpent scales reach forth To become the noose A trail of mortal deceit Writhing with anguish Betrayed by the rusted crown Beneath a throne in dust The snake among man Coiled and poised Envenomed yet obsequious Atrophied but mendacious The snake among man Lying and deceitful The snake among man Impoverished and miserable The fall of man Crawling serpent scales reach forth They become the noose From whence fallibility is mocked The snake among man Impoverished and miserable Blind guest now served By fallacious misdeed Served by none but spoken of to all
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Casket of profane soil Scattered remnants, centuries toil Death breaths its rancid ghastly stench Decay engulfs a tomb like trench Blood against mud Sceptre against flesh Twisting life on a barbed mesh No man nor beast find solace nor hearth These fronts lines carved in earth Clenched fist to level an iron blow Flame mocks, a forked tongue inferno Lead pounds men into dust Screams and cries, ruthless and unjust Smoke and steel, sound of untold hell Recoil into this casket shell In this place they will never grow old Tales of bravery will forever be told Ghost trance on horse back rode Bail of cannon, macabre hymn and dying ode Face death, stare it down Sword & gunfire cut, grasp at death's crown Upon a sword or bayonet lay the souls of many Fire and wind, their broken limbs flay In this hell the hope for silence calls Not before another falls Casket of profane soil Scattered remnants, centuries toil Death breaths its rancid ghastly stench The long trail in this trench
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
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