Praises to the War Machine

Is it insane to think the world could change? Just look at how far that we have fallen I am a slave. I feed the fire, I am a pawn within this world gone so wrong If your enemy looked you in the eyes would you pull the switch? Would you suffer for your chosen victim? Or justify your will to feed the rich? The world is ruled by fools and thieves With a flair for power and a taste for greed Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? Because nothing ever changes when we pray Look at the game that we have chosen Is it so wrong that we all want the death bombs? I am a slave. I feed the fire. I am a pawn within this world gone so wrong If your finger was above the trigger would it itch? With eyes cut out the path is cold and resistant The world is ruled by fools and thieves With a flair for power and a taste for greed Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? Because nothing ever changes when we pray The world is ruled by fools and thieves With a flair for power and a taste for greed The world Is dark and the world is gray Because nothing ever changes when we pray There were times when I was feeling down and I was on the edge The world is ruled by fools and thieves With a flair for power and a taste for greed Now ask yourself do you feel betrayed? Because nothing ever changes when we pray

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

I'm the one you called a liar I'm the lamb who slayed the lion Crawl upon your cross again Play the victim till the end What you've gained is nothingness What you've learned is useless You play the Martyr Crawl upon your cross again Always the victim but it's all inside your head Dark are those that lie to lovers Your father's past the weakest cover Perched upon your soiled throne Cast your sticks I'll throw stones Envy and Lust will drown you Just look around you You play the Martyr Crawl upon your cross again Always the victim but it's all inside your head Remembering days we felt we were chosen Those were the days When the hunger was all that we had Can't take back the past Can't heal the wounds No one can rescue your faded ideals All that remains Are scars of a wasted youth You play the Martyr Crawl upon your cross again Always the victim but it's all inside your head When will you ever learn To trust another, my friend Just play the Martyr Till the world stands to its end

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Useless faith and numbered days The end is near. we're all insane The end is near, the drug is fear Obey these words and believe me Puppets play your game Useless faith or poisoned veins Follow me blindly into oblivion Useless faith and numbered days The end is near, we're all insane The doomsayers. the clock-watchers Control your fate for their needs When bullets are a legal drug Murder is the ultimate rush Society will punish you. is it wrong to execute When will the powerful learn to understand When we slit our wrists the same blood Falls into the sand Useless faith and numbered days The end is near, we're all insane

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Hot metal and methedrine I hear empire down I hear empire down I hear the sons of the city and dispossed Get down, get undressed We get pretty but you and me We got the kingdom, we got the key We got the empire, now as then We don't doubt, we don't take direction Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me... I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Love lost, fire at will Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear Dive, bombers, and Empire down Empire down I hear the sons of the city and dispossed Get down, get undressed We get pretty but you and me We got the kingdom, we got the key We got the empire, now as then We don't doubt, we don't take direction Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me... We look hard We look through We look hard to see for real Such things I hear, they don't make sense I don't see much evidence I don't feel I don't feel I don't feel anymore... I hear the sons of the city and dispossed Get down, get undressed We get pretty but you and me We got the kingdom, we got the key We got the empire, now as then We don't doubt, we don't take direction Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me... We look hard We look through We look hard to see for real Such things I hear, they don't make sense I don't see much evidence I don't feel I don't feel I don't feel anymore... A long train held up by page on page A hard reign held up by rage Once a railroad Now it's done... The empire has begun.

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 12, 2025

And the parasites that call themselves the pretty ones Licked their lips acknowledging the suffering they had created And yet felt no remorse In between the quiet space Of cold defense and misplaced selfish rage I blame defiantly Not like the others that came before We are the ones who can change I love to let you down I love to wear this foolish crown Of suffering and empty dignity For your deity has abandoned me Such is vanity The withered parasites are slandering The walls of truth. the wise can see them fall To attain enlightenment The change is whispered on the winds of unjust war I love to let you down I love to wear this foolish crown Of suffering and empty dignity For your deity has abandoned me Such is vanity Not like the others that came before We are the ones who can change Not like the hatred that falls away Treading the silence again I love to let you down I love to wear this foolish crown Of suffering and empty dignity For your deity has abandoned me Such is vanity Not like the others that came before We are the ones'who can change

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

It was the spring when me met our renewal And all around us was madness and ruin As if awaiting its prey The ascending melee pulled the sun down In August we laid her down In August we gave her to the ground One last kiss. her last wish Was that this moment would last forever In August we laid her down In August we gave her to the ground Torn away. torn in two Destiny where are you? It was the spring when we met our renewal And all around us madness and ruin It was the spring when we met our denial It was the spring In August we laid her down In August we laid her down In August we gave her to the ground One last kiss. her last wish Was that this moment would last forever In August we laid her down In August we gave her to the ground

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

When the ones you love have let you down Feel failure and wear the fool's crown Remember still there is a blessing Within the hardest lesson You self serving arrogant sycophant Your selfish acts thoughtless tasks and livid rants Every time you want to make the world go away Just take an injection of your chosen misery And when I fall I have the strength to learn the steps To crawl into the pain Sometimes the mirror is cruel If your mother gave the lesson Never waste her truth You self serving arrogant sycophant Your selfish acts thoughtless tasks and livid rants Every time you want to make the world go away Just take an injection of your chosen misery Yesterday was plagued with rain Like silent drops of velvet pain Hail yesterday Thursday was the day of sin Friday silent hell began Hail yesterday Saturday was plagued with rain -I played the jester perfectly. hail yesterday Sunday never came to mind -I played the jester perfectly when misery delivered me Monday's afterthought was blind -I played the jester perfectly. hail yesterday Tuesday stole the show - I played the jester perfectly when misery delivered me Hail yesterday Hail yesterday Tuesday stole the show when Wednesday killed the golden crow

Blind are the hypocrites the lizards drunk with power Through idiosyncrasies and blasphemy The world will be devoured While the poor men die the rich men sing Monetary praises to the war machine The rats scream for change and equality While the mechanics of power stain humanity I am the new breed The bastard of Adam's seed While the poor men die the rich men sing Monetary praises to the war machine The day the rats went to war The union of mutiny spread throughout the moors The day the rats went to war First you take a hypocrite and give him ultimate power While the poor men die the rich men sing Monetary praises to the war machine The day the rats went to war The union of mutiny spread throughout the moors The day the rats went to war

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Brother you were never there for me when the children needed peace you disgraced our families Brother you were never there for me when my father died I thought that you would take my hand and say I was just too young Sister I can tell you all the love I have for you Our mother sleeps in silent peace because your love was pure Brother you were never there for me when my father died I thought that you would take my hand and say I was just too young If I could erase, one moment of pain, I'd throw away everything even fame, If I could play god, do you know what I'd do? I'd swim to your blood and cure the cancer in you Brother you were never there for me I was just too young now I've grown and I can say that... Brother you were never there for me when my father died I thought that you would take my hand and say I was just too young If I could play god If I could play god If I could play god If I could play god I'd swim to your blood and cure the cancer in you my brother.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

The night sets softly with the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows on the houses through the trees And the light from the street lamp paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle or a child's uneven scrawl Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom Impaled on my wall my eyes can dimly see The pattern of my life and the puzzle that is me From the moment of my birth to the instant of my death There are patters I must follow just as I must breathe each breath Like a rat in a maze the path before me lies And the pattern never alters until the rat dies And the pattern still remains on the wall when darkness fell And it's fitting that it should for in darkness I must dwell Like the colour of my skin or the day that I grow old My life was made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 12, 2025

I remember this old man and the wisdom that he shared with me Upon his knee I'd listen I remember words he spoke and the look behind his quiet eyes In silent bliss life gives little lessons He spun tales of worlds unseen How he sacrificed his youthful dreams He lived his life again just for me He raised children to be strong They flew into the city lights, such busy lives He wished they'd visit home I will remember the words of this old man untii my dying day It took his death to bring them home To the empty rooms where they had grown Where he died alone And they buried him next to his bride I held her hand as my mother cried Just a child of five, now I understand Now I understand the words of this old man

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

These are the days when we celebrate host and parasite Bold are the words of the cold unfeeling neophyte I live in a sick world without balance or sense of reality In a fractured moment we are torn into the fragments Of a sick world without equilibrium I can 't erase the past, I can't erase today Please take it all away I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world Please take it all away Why do we live within this season of wither? Why does the hopelessness take control? In a f ractured moment we are torn into the fragments Of a sick world without equilibrium I can't erase the past. I can't erase today Please take it all away I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world Please take it all away Slowly fading we lose control Slowly decaying. losing all I can't erase the past, I can't erase today Please take it all away I can't believe there's nothing more to this senseless world Please take it all away

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025