God of Angels Trust

Hold your tongue, you evil one Don't speak that loud, you'll pay with blood And swear by the book, but live in sin Vintage aromas smells of blood And in the name of God above Failure is his own impotence What to believe, we cannot see Blind fully bending knees And told what to do and pay by fate Just as we thought we found the trust The system has its rotten ones A never-ending circle bend A never-ending circle bend Where do you go? Where do you enter To beat the mind and join the lonely sun? How many times do you remember To see the light without a darkened cloud? We learn our kids to fall asleep Have them believe the world is in peace But outside, devils are awake Rebuild your life, rebound in time And wait your turn till it's right Turn villains into nothingness The bastards made you fall asleep Hypnosis by the telling screen Are you awake or giving in? Changing is not a crime at all More of a slowly wake-up call And outside devils are awake Outside the devils are awake Where do you go? Where do you enter To beat the mind and join the lonely sun? How many times do you remember To see the light without a darkened cloud? And on a night in December You'll be invited by the lonely sun And by the time you will remember To see the light without a darkened cloud

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

Counting the masses beyond him that’s been cut by the blade Decapitation inflicted by a monster’s hand And in the night he’s dancing with the dead Wearing the body parts on a string High on emotion, it goes with his dress And it goes on and on and on On and on and on The stench of rotten flesh has now been caught by a storm Moving his cellar trophies to another home And in the night he’s dancing with the dead Wearing the body parts on a string High on emotion, it goes with his dress And it goes on and on and on On and on and on Counting the masses beyond him that’s been cut by the blade Decapitation inflicted by a monster’s hand And in the night he’s dancing with the dead Wearing the body parts on a string High on emotion, it goes with his dress And it goes on and on and on On and on and on

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Am I burning inside? Cannot leave home tonight Will I burst out in flames? Leave a message behind Will I break down in two? Share the pieces with you? Will you try to understand That my heart is in pain? Outside, it's pouring rain Outside, it's pouring rain Outside, it's pouring down the acid rain Are your soul leaving too And you're left with no clue? Staring blind through the rain Asking, "Where have you been?" Outside, it's pouring rain Outside, it's pouring rain Outside, it's pouring down the acid rain Did you feel the tunnel light leaving you? Did you see the tunnel light? All memories in high-speed going home And all the wounds I try to heal Without you Seems like an open cut forever more And the words that I speak: will they ever release you? Will your spirit delight Pay a visit in time? While the young ones are playing They are wearing your name Outside, it's pouring rain Outside, it's pouring rain Outside, it's pouring down the acid rain Did you feel the tunnel light leaving you? Did you see the tunnel light? All memories in high-speed going home And all the wounds I try to heal Without you Seems like an open cut forever more And the words that I speak: will they ever release you? Did you feel the tunnel light leaving you? Did you see the tunnel light? All memories in high speed of going home And all the wounds I try to heal Without you Seems like an open cut forever more And the words that I speak: will they ever release you?

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

You got demonic depression You got demonic defeated With your own kind of pressure Sad and about to derail Striving for success without hard work is Is like trying to harvest where you haven't planted Amplified with anger Self-infected by fear A darker room, you may enter They will call it the end Corridors in ruins, are they real or not? Walking in a slumber, fever, dread and cold They call it the deep end of the water line Whatever it means But I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'cause I know You'll be good for a second go Wombic cries of temper Sing along in the deep Forgive me, Father, I pissed on Your crucifix without sin Dancing with the tyrants, dirty, rotten filth Pool the breaks of horror, time to love yourself They call it the deep end of the water line Whatever it means But I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'Cause you need to open up your mind Whatever it takes 'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'cause I know You'll be good for a second go They call it the deep end of the water line Whatever it means But I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'Cause you need to open up your mind Whatever it takes 'Cause I feel like you're losing out on life Don't call it the end 'cause I know You'll be good for a second go

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

Coughing on the ground like an old used automobile I saw the light of time, the sun was burning fields And when The Angel’s fall, banished from the sky I lace my dirty boots and drag the wagon for a ride I walk the night I walk the night Pounding sweat, the fever cheats the creepy mind Pleading agony from the wagons plague of Christ Chanting masquerade, the crooked souls on fire Into the circle and raise your glass of wine I walk the line I walk the night I am the night Baby, we’re going out in the barn tonight Put on your silky dress I got a bloody appetite A day for the masses They call it reborn By the power of thunder The cross will hit the ground So baby, you saw the burning fields as I… Baby, see the black moon rise above A blood red sky that feats the calling of the horned one The white gates of heaven will turn to dust The wagon with angels will be fed for the one So baby, open up your pretty eyes In the barn of the goat, giving birth to Satan’s spawn in a dying world of doom

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Today, I'm feeling sad Why do I look to the sky? Nothing will be the same The mindset tries to get by Tomorrow's another face Depending on the unknown Sleep is the enemy Accepting the good with the low Accepting the good with the low Time will heal the open wounds, but the heart will always decide How the soul will be moving on and to live with the ones left behind High above or below the sun, the spirit seems to be finе Time will heal the opеn wounds, but the heart will always decide Today, I'm feeling it Why do I think I can fly? Everything is in place Nothing seems in decline What day is irrelevant Untouchable to the bone Now levitate again Accepting the good with the low Accepting the good with the low Time will heal the open wounds, but the heart will always decide How the soul will be moving on and to live with the ones left behind High above or below the sun, the spirit seems to be fine Time will heal the open wounds, but the heart will always decide Live for a reason The young ones will fly Joining their moment in time The wounds are still healing But that feels alright Even the night has a light Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Time will heal the open wounds, but the heart will always decide How the soul will be moving on and to live with the ones left behind High above or below the sun, the spirit seems to be fine Time will heal the open wounds, but the heart will always decide

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

Devil hill horizon, sounding so alarming Falling down flat on my face Well, I've been to the clouded edge What really makes you think tomorrow's such a thing? Today is the day that you breathe Well, I've been to the clouded edge Time is a venom of the beast Hollow and endlessly knocking down our mind Slowly, but surely defeat what could have been But now catching up by fire But I'm rising Better be fueled than tamed Painful, that it is, the places that I've been A traveling mind bomb bend Well, I've been to the clouded edge Granted with a light, so peaceful in the night The darkness is controlling the mind Well, I've been to the clouded edge Time is a venom of the beast Hollow and endlessly knocking down our mind Slowly, but surely defeat what could have been But now catching up by fire But I'm rising Better be fueled than tamed A carry-on bomb, walking through the cold Deteriorating with a low blow Well, I've been to the clouded edge No matter where you are, don't let it get too far The help is around the corner And I've been to the clouded edge Time is a venom of the beast Hollow and endlessly knocking down our mind Slowly, but surely defeat what could have been But now catching up by fire But I'm rising Better be fueled than tamed

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

Death is in his place of the format Carefully now watching the screen Yeah Down in the deep The reaper takes his seat And is now handling the fate of a coming fallen Watching the screen Like a spinning globe in numbers Ready to crumble, and betting on you I crucify time and make it all mine I'm at the end of the sirens The paranoia are growing on you Until the end of the sirens Cold are your feet Rigor mortis creeping underneath and so slowly You are the fallen Time is a beast Hear the knock knock, tick tock, ding dong Ready to crumble, it's betting on you I crucify time and make it all mine I'm at the end of the sirens The paranoia are growing on you Until the end of the sirens A place in the sun, but below the ground And at the end of the sirens Dead cold is my hand, but I'll be your friend Until the end of the sirens Down in the deep The reaper takes his seat And is now handling the fate of a coming fallen Watching the screen Like a spinning globe in numbers Ready to crumble, and betting on you I crucify time and make it all mine I'm at the end of the sirens The paranoia are growing on you Until the end of the sirens A place in the sun, but below the ground And at the end of the sirens Dead cold is my hand, but I'll be your friend Until the end of the sirens Death is in his place of the format Carefully now watching the screen Yeah

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

Carry the corn in a bag Shiny day How I love this spot Those Saturdays out there In the fields With my daddy's scent On our way home Two on the road Bags are all full The crows are loud Oh, how I do miss Those sunny days And the moped's roar Those lonely fields in the night Father, I walk with you Those lonely fields in the night Father, I walk with you Lying in bed Hearing the corn field crows Like a child would cry Open the window And see the glow Like a spirit Dim in the night On my way out Follow the light So late at night A sign of life? I'm feeling well Now as I stroll And I wear a smile Those lonely fields in the night Father, I walk with you Those lonely fields in the night Father, I walk with you Back to the sunny day I'll be doing so fine So clear is the silhouette Reaching out in the night Holding on to his soul Father, please don't you go Together we pick the corn And then I'm going home Those lonely fields in the night Father, I walk with you Those lonely fields in the night Father, I walk with you Better believe it Now I can see it And I surrender The crow may now enter Those lonely fields in the night Father, I walk with you I'll walk with you And the walk goes on I'm coming home with you And it goes on, with you And the walk goes on I'm coming home with you

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

Holding, holding on to a box of slaughter Breathing, breathing heavenly to destroy Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic And the pieces brings him back The severed heads and broken bones Are the fairy tale of his darkest past Crawling, crawling in the stench of the horrors Feelings, feelings are as numb as the floor Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic And the pieces brings him back The severed heads and broken bonеs Are the fairy tale of his darkеst past Fall into the deep The podium box will crumble in the real light Silent is the key Better locked up and never to see the light Breaking, breaking every bone of his own Coming, becoming the box The show is over Rebuilding all the monsters in the attic And the pieces brings him back The severed heads and broken bones Are the fairy tale of his darkest past Fall into the deep The podium box will crumble in the real light Silent is the key Better locked up and never to see the light Go Fall into the deep The podium box will crumble in the real light Silent is the key Better locked up and never to see the light Eugh

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026