The Tower

It soars With its massive trunk breaching the clouds It soars... Its shadow stretches across the land Its dominion from shore to shore Its spell creeps in under every door Its dominion from shore to shore The tower needs more Rule number 1 Each man is what he owns Whether or not one truly exists is a question of things Rule number 2 Things have purpose while the only purpose of flesh is to possess them Rule number 3 What one does not possess it is mandatory to lend Rule number 4 The bond is the marrow of your bones Rule number 5 Debt is inherent and the birthright of the young See it rise in the distance Massive mammoth made of stone Contorting and expanding Blood upon brick, brick upon bone And it all leans down Sloping heavily towards a ruptured end on barren grounds Why did we build it? Because they hate us Why do they hate us? Because we built it And it all leans down Sloping heavily towards a ruptured end on barren grounds It soars With its massive trunk breaching the clouds It soars... Its shadow stretches across the land Its dominion from shore to shore Its spell creeps in under every door Its dominion from shore to shore The tower needs! The tower is more! As one draws closer to the spire beckoning you The crookedness straightens out Dispelling each trace of doubt It is perfect in every seam This divine gracious beam To the heavens up from the ground A cable bound As one reaches further up Drawing closer to the top Of that divine gracious beam So perfect in every seam One will lose sight of the ground On ones journey heaven-bound One will lose sight of the ground While one is heaven-bound While one is heaven-bound While one is heaven-bound While one is heaven-bound While one is heaven-bound

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

We came offering our souls In search of light it's easy to find shadows At first all was clear as night But this would prove to fade As we pressed on deeper still We found the land you sold as golden meadows A blight-ridden ashen ground And there we killed the truth Then compassion died too I know my death has a face It is an image of you And you're plentiful There we would build our mounds On these scared cold plains Where dawn had turned to ashes Amongst men with empty eyes Grace can't be distinguished In our quest for light We would advance and leave our wake in tatters Just like death on a rampant ride On our zealous quest for you There hung a rag for our wounds at the end of the line It meant death to go back It was a crime of the mind When that whistle blew it was once more our time To show our spirits were primed and our bodies were ripe On the day we killed the truth And compassion died too My death is an image of you In its grandeur and grace Divine, appalling!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

There lies a beast Near the top of the stairs Weary and weak In its final years Still at times you'll hear Hear it howl Howl at the wind A low haunted lament For the glorious times spent Stalking the halls of the tower Close to the sovereign's seat the wretched beast lies Dreary and riddled with lice Frail, weak and dirty Fur patched and thin It barely bothers to shake off the flies Its years of glory now long past and gone Its body quakes, throbbing from the shame Of its fall from grandeur into the abyss To the oblivion of the useless and the maimed I used to hear it call my name But the howl turned to a wail As the hound yearns The past burns the beast At the top of the stairs... So weary and weak In its final years Still at times you'll hear Hear it howl Howl at the wind A low haunted lament For the glorious times spent Stalking the halls The halls of the tower The halls of the tower The halls of the tower The halls The halls of the Hear the beast's wailing call A ghost from the past chasing through every hall A feeble shadow of what was once feared by us all A reluctant derelict from a bygone time Still sending shivers down many a spine But a stranger still among its own kind This pitiful ghost Hear the hound keeps calling As it used to know our names But it can't recall them As its grip did slowly wane Yet the hound keeps calling As it used to know our names But it can't recall them As its grip did slowly wane And the hound keeps calling As its world keeps falling And the hound keeps calling As its world keeps falling And the hound keeps calling As its world keeps falling And the hound keeps calling As its world keeps falling And the hound keeps calling As its world keeps falling And the hound keeps calling As its world keeps falling

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Faint smell of fire in the cool night air A scent of violence beneath the brooding moon's glare From the shadows it appears One leg drags through the dirt A shambolic shape in a hurry Trembling with exertion The figure stops as if alerted by a sound Eyeballing the darkness Thick above the muddy ground It shudders, turns and bolts down the crooked path Chasing or fleeing from some invisible wrath There is blood on the trail A dotted line of sin that tells a wretched tale Two shapes appear from whence the first figure came A legacy of violence to their names Rough and roughened up Urgent on their way It's hard to say if they're hunters or a dangerous prey Shortly thereafter appear four more Slightly less crude than the ones who passed before Chasing and spilling the blood of other men What comes behind? Who or what is chasing them? Blood on the trail A dotted line of sin that tells a wretched tale Blood on the trail Whom does it tail? Where goes that line of sin? Who'll depart, who'll prevail? The line grows thick That reddish mud sure sticks Some might wash away On a dark dreary, cold eerie night Still it won't be long Until more men chase along down the road So remember to wash your blood from the trail Blood on the trail A dotted line of sin that tells a wretched tale Blood on the trail Whom does it tail? Where goes that line of sin? Who'll depart, who'll prevail?

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

One by one send them shuffling down the slope In a jumble or tied together with string or rope In pairs or clustered like the ticks on a dead dog's ear You know the, the deceased... The dead... The dead... They just don't care You know the dead won't mind You know the dead won't mind You know the dead won't mind If we cut them up into tiny little bits If we take away their children Throw them into the streets Sell them off for science or feed them to the throng The dead are easy With the dead you can't go wrong Grind their bones to dust to fill in the cracks Or hang them up as warnings along the hangman's rack Dead dogs don't bark, nor do they leave their mark The dead are easy With the dead you can't go wrong You know the dead won't mind You know the dead won't mind You know the dead won't mind

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Know my brother that this is not something which I will enjoy But I have to defend what your reckless soul risks to destroy I'd love to love you but there is a knife between us You know I'd love to love you but there is a knife between us You put it there I realize that to hold the handle While you stand at the bitter end of this blade between us I wish I could But I cannot bend Even though my burden compels me It comforts me in my troublesome chore I know you find this gruesome Well it's also something I abhor The furnace must be fed There is a logic to There is a logic to That the furnace must be fed There is an infallible logic to Our clattering bones of the willingly mislead Is a suitable fuel to light up the dusk that lies ahead All men know, and all agree All men know, and all agree I hope that you see my regrets are profound This is no wish of mine But I am duty-bound It stands to reason that each wrong must be corrected And each, each straying soul must be collected Must be collected Must be collected I curse and I howl But I am duty-bound So I bury my guilt deep beneath a glorious mound Oh, I curse you for that knife between us That wedge you drove deep down within us Oh, I curse you for that knife between us The blade you drove deep down within us The furnace must be fed The furnace must be fed The furnace must be fed There is a logic to There is a logic to That the furnace must be fed There is an infallible logic to Our clattering bones of the willingly mislead Is a suitable fuel to light up the dusk that lies ahead All men know, and all agree That the furnace must be fed

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

A thousand hinges screech as it opens its doors Inviting eager and reluctant to settle its floors You must come in Within the fold we'll uncover your soul It might sting a bit but in the end will fit the mold Blood upon stone Consecrate, unify Clay upon bone Dead flesh must go to ally Heart with firm brick Men of stone affirm all sticks To the pulse of bliss Thus the night will never come And our walls stand forevermore A thousand hinges groan as the doors all shut tight Sealed off, locked up Secure from what lurks about in the night Here you are safe From those who wish to befoul and deceive It's not a healthy option to even consider to leave Blood upon stone Consecrate, unify Clay upon bone Dead flesh must go to ally Heart with firm brick Men of stone affirm all sticks To the pulse of bliss Thus the night will never come And our walls stand forevermore Night will ever come And our walls stand forevermore To the pulse of bliss To the pulse of bliss In glorious light This monument to what is right Blood upon stone Consecrate, unify Clay upon bone Dead flesh must go to ally Heart with firm brick Men of stone affirm all sticks To the pulse of bliss Thus the night will never come And our walls stand forevermore Night will ever come And our walls stand forevermore To the pulse of bliss To the pulse of bliss

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

In a gray haze I find myself Crawling upwards on cold rock shelves Knees scratched and bleeding My mind a blur On a path But I don't know to where On my way I pass many folks Heading up, down Some as inert bulks Some come shambling in jerky streams Like sleepwalkers in a jittery dream Like sleepwalkers in a jittery dream Like sleepwalkers in a jittery dream Some come shambling in jerky streams Like sleepwalkers in a jittery dream As I reach further up the winding stairs I sense gradual shifts in the air It gets more cumbersome to breathe and climb And the fog thickens over a shrouded mind The passing shapes now seem to notice me more As something alien, something deplored As something dangerous, their faces tell I'm a vile creature, an image of hell Countless shapes lift my body from the floor Drags me off in wonder As to what I have in store Will I soon be squandered? Like a match burnt-out Like a twisted nail Like bad cloth torn asunder Yanked away with force as the thread was wrong I was expelled from the dream Ushered out into oblivion I was expelled from the dream Cast into the bowels of the great beyond Into the unseen Ushered out into oblivion Slowly devoured by the void That dreadful endless sea Countless shapes lift my body from the floor Drags me off in wonder As to what I have in store Will I soon be squandered? Like a burnt-out match Like a twisted nail Like bad cloth torn asunder Yanked away with force as the thread was wrong I was expelled from the dream I was expelled from the dream Cast into the unseen I was expelled from the dream Cast into the unseen I was expelled from the dream

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Mother see your son He's been lost amongst liars In the night alone his direction dire Father see you sons They are at home amidst liars Enemies of the truth standing taller, higher Sudden shifts breaking the lines The cracks that once were easy to find Are all hastily smeared out with time To cover each crime When dues are called and one found to appall The further up then the longer the fall Locked away from sight in a cellar stall Or thrown from a window high upon the wall Sudden shifts breaking the lines The cracks that once were easy to find Are all hastily smeared out with time To cover each crime To cover each crime To cover each crime To cover each crime To cover each crime

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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