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Evolved, over centuries Ever floating 'tween then and now Suffused with wisdom from the ancients Hence the menace we have avowed to sough Oh, as the spirits are screaming Requisition my art, my all This world, ripened for the taking We've been summoned and we answer the call Legends awake Madness doth quake Humanity doth wrawl Epic how we earn new grace as epically you fall! Over time we've drifted far from human These chasms never rectified Grown weary of your ineptitude Your weakness cannot be denied So no longer have we patience to be constrained Make peace with your creator 'Cause in the end, only epics shall remain Legends alive Madness doth thrive Humanity doth wrawl Epic how we earn new grace as epically you fall! Know my name! Know our many faces! Epics alive Epics still thrive By now, you should remember my name Oh this world will never be the same...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Join us for a celebration of purpose Raise you glasses, hear what we propose In Nomine Deorum Maximorum Bless this feast as we fortify As now begins the battle of all ages Embrace the fear in our enemy's eyes Marching, marching We're the victors 'fore our time We spread the gospel of the warriors divine Marching, marching Felling victims by and by So sayeth doctrine exercitus irae Oh with a might roar They're falling faster Despondent infidels clearly in our sights We move with vigor as our gods Are so demanding All advancing, rid the earth of all this fucking blight! From these grapes of wrath Come most noble of wine Sacred libations until the closing of time Oh the ancients put strength in our hands Oh disbelievers they all will be damned!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Since the seventh day the gods all know exactly what I'm thinking I'm working, I'm working To undue all their harm I'm working, I'm working, I'm right all their wrongs Their resting satisfaction Is as worthless as can be That's why I'm working, I'm working to reverse their disease I'm working, I'm working To quell these miseries My calling So disturbing No lamenting Implements my manifesto The least of demons laughing As we celebrate this quest come true Through working and working I'll hold them all accountable I'm working, I'm working Put an end to those responsible Though they've seen this coming It's still alarming Oh, the great dethroning Bind them for eternity Leave no trace Fueled by fire and Satan's grace All are unforgiven All victims of my manifesto

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

She nurtures, provides Through constant - great divides Though she wonders - why such strife? Growing weary of your way of life She's giving, giving more and all you do is take This greed, unflattering could be your last mistake As the winds of restlessness blowing through he hair 'Tis time reveal her fangs, 'tis more than she will bear Too late you realize you bite the hand that feeds Find no more tolerance for your filthy, novice deeds...No! Now you'll feel the hunger pangs None can survive when nature shows her gleaming fangs Her bite is so severe her cares become remote Injecting poison to which there is no antidote, no! Oh mother, take them all! She gave, gave and gave and you did was take Your greed so miserable Oh your last mistake As the winds of restlessness invoke a grave affair She has revealed her fangs, much more than you can bear Oh Nature's gleaming fangs...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

There lies the wretched ruins where castles used to stand We claim possession o'er everything once grand This now is sacred soil, anointed by blood's been shed Of the countless lambs to slaughter piled amongst the dead They stood for nothing 'tis the reason for their fall Their lowly moral grounding crumbles after all We caused this purge to happen for reason untoward Church bell droning in the distance Chimes...the spoils of war Away you looters! We have looters of our own Dhampir out of hibernation are all we will condone They feed on the flesh of fallen and polish all the bones Fuel for the greatest pyre and the names shall stay unknown They stood for nothing, now they don't stand at all Lowest of lowly grounding did crumble after all Oh the sweetest silence...All that we implore Except that lonely distant bell chiming the spoils of war These spoils are so delicious, aroma aeternus Hunger for now extinguished with all they left for us Those gone were undeserving of the marvelous air we breathe Dear mother's soul is smiling o'er the spoils that we retrieved

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025