Salt

Roll, roll, roll... Do you hear the waves? The waves are calling us To refuge or to ruin Look to the future Do you see a light? Leave all that can be spared behind Salt in the air Whirlwinds unfurl Towards new shores Or the end of the world Away!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

If Shakespeare himself be raised from his grave There'd be no words for the emptiness I feel I released the beast inside me, but it had gone tame I rang the churchbells high on the hill, but no one came I try capturing images, but my camera is blind And the stars that I reach for Just the movieset of my mind Is this pain in vain That I feel Or is real art Made in this fashion With passion I don't know I'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know it My ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not fly I'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to you To deliver the goods, and I would, if I could But this tune that I'm destroying Shows there's nothing more annoying Than a desperate, desperate poet, so it seems I sign my name in blood, but it's not binding I turn every stone, but I'm not finding anything My pen should be on fire, but it's not igniting Ready for war, I don't know what I'm fighting for Is this wordsmith Worth his salt Or is it all just Pages from a phrasebook Who took the words Out of my mouth I'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know it My ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not fly I'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to you To deliver the goods, and I would, if I could But this tune that I'm destroying Shows there's nothing more annoying Than a desperate, desperate poet I would sing of the loves that we all once knew And the ones that we ended up with Of the memories that you've buried so deep in the past You start to wonder if they're only a myth I would sing of the strong and all of the wrong That they've wrought for the weak of the will Of those who have nothing but a desperate embrace To hold on to when the night's growing chill I would sing of the false ones who have taken up rule And the true ones who were burned at the stake Of the ones who run free and the ones who enslave Of an honest day's work and an unmarked grave Of the Sun and the Earth and of fire and rain Of longing and of power and of lust and of pain A symphony of triumph for the day hope returns Or a soundtrack to insanity when all the world burns! Flame of creation all but dead Still it burns however lightly Would that I could see it burst again Into a fire shining brightly I'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know it I'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to you To deliver the goods I'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know it My ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not fly I'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to you To deliver the goods, and I would, if I could But this tune that I'm destroying Shows there's nothing more annoying Than a desperate, desperate poet

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

If this is the end, then what was it all worth? Don't bother to ask, there's no price on this earth 'Cause life's still a mystery You can't cost-benefit-analyse it And the hereafter's all in our minds Though we try to disguise it Still it shall be exciting to see the end of the show Abra-macabra, baby, here we go! "The Meaning of Life", well I don't really care Though this could be the last time we come up for air And maybe there's really no reason to stay Still I'll play you a shanty to brighten your day Quiet! When they pull the plug on this world all mechanic A dreamgig to play on the deck of this last Titanic I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down I will write no solemn epitaphs For a world that's gone insane When there is no tomorrow, even then will I know That as long as the minstrels are playing All is not in vain Maybe the meaning was lost on the way Maybe we've anchored at the last bay But I will not lose spirit, though it may not be sound So crack open the barrels if we're really going down Riot! When the lights go out, law and order vanished They'll beg to be steered free By the mad sailor that they banished I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down I will write no solemn epitaphs For a world that's gone insane When there is no tomorrow, even then will I know That as long as the minstrels are playing All is not in vain I will welcome the Gods in their chariots of war Stand up as they fire the first round I'll have peace of mind, when the new day will find Your carts and castles only dust on the ground And I'd be as dead as the rest and it would not mean a thing Misanthropoetica! Allow me this last fling Liar! Did they cry, freak, absurd and manic But when this ship turns upside down these rats will panic The weight of the world proved much too tough Just dragging myself along was more than enough But remember my words like marks from a whip This old salt will go down with his ship I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down I will write no solemn epitaphs For a world that's gone insane I will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going down I will write no solemn epitaphs For a world that's gone insane When there is no tomorrow, even then will I know That as long as the minstrels are playing All is not in vain

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

And no one shall mark the grave of the last man... The chieftain stares into the fire A shadow of a tear upon his face He's not really wise or old, no gets old no more He just happens to be leading The remnant of the race And he knows not all will make the night He knows this time they've lost the fight Some still speak of the flower-tribe Who laid their weapons down, and tried To live in peace, but were overrun When greed replaced need Then fast downhill it went from there Until all the land was bare Now they cower in the moonless night And pray they'll see the day Lesser sons of greater sires Bearing wood to their own pyres One of them may look towards the sky And raise his broken voice to cry... O, Mother Earth, how could we forget The gifts you gave, the things you let Us do to you, to live off you And dance beneath the stars O, Mother Earth, how could we have known The love you gave's not lightly thrown Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons Or have your peace once we are gone The hunters tell of a place they've found Where paper stands in leather bound Filled with mystic signs That none now can unwind And one who says he's very bold Claims he's seen a chest of gold But the others say such things are vain They give no shelter from the rain The vulture riding winds up high Espies these wicked creatures die From time to time his blood will chill When he hears their song from hill to hill O, Mother Earth, how could we forget The gifts you gave, the things you let Us do to you, to live off you And dance beneath the stars O, Mother Earth, how could we have known The love you gave's not lightly thrown Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons Or have your peace once we are gone When all again is wrapped in green And the balance is restrained None will recall the sad laments Of dethroned kings of yore O, Mother Earth, how could we forget The gifts you gave, the things you let Us do to you, to live off you And dance beneath the stars O, Mother Earth, how could we have known The love you gave's not lightly thrown Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons Or have your peace once we are gone

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Grimly I recall a child who greeted life with open arms But this child had to become a man His own crops to sow And 'neath the shade of sanity Their bitter taste would grow With false pretence were written The articles I signed Once aboard, to nothing came All that I designed If this bitter taste of anger could be washed away Maybe I could trust the promise Of another day If only I could... Cry, cry Salty tears on dusty ground Inner screams that make no sound won't echo Wish that I could cry, cry Fertile tears on barren soil No longer trying to recoil But rather learning to enjoy Life as it be Tears of anger make a man of me I long for a time ere the mysteries were solved As the blanks on the map were filled The blanks in our hearts were growing Now that all roads lead back here There's no point in going I want to master more Than just staying afloat I long to write a tale that differs From what others wrote If this sense of longing could be washed away Maybe I would meet the challenge Of another day If only I could... Cry, cry Salty tears on dusty ground Inner screams that make no sound won't echo Wish that I could cry, cry Fertile tears on barren soil No longer trying to recoil But rather learning to enjoy Life as it be Tears of longing make a man of me There's no way to cut the Gordian Knot Of past webs entangled The cry inside you try to fight So free breath is strangled We might only have our berth onboard this vessel once, no more Would that I could cut the ropes and finally leave the shore Seems to me that we must walk the plank with open eyes And not for shattered hearts of men Do the seagulls cry... Cry, cry Salty tears on dusty ground Inner screams that make no sound won't echo Wish that I could cry, cry Fertile tears on barren soil No longer trying to recoil But rather learning to enjoy Life as it be Tears of sorrow make a man of me

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Dark sails on the horizon The maelstrom will take us down It's a rainy day for the end of the world Yet I see a lighthouse far away, it's winking at me (like an image of an image) If you see it too, then it must be real Then at last here we stand On this last bit of dry land As the waves are closing in We have been here before Though it looks dark for sure This time the end seems ready to begin This could be the ultimate day Yet there's nothing to say We'll hold on to each other And take on the world The living spirit trapped and hurt By boundaries of written word Walks forlorn in twilit halls But I see deep in your eyes A fire burning bright and high A mirror of a future that still calls At ease I go into the night With you by my side We are one And we'll take on the world Who knows if we'll see each other again Who knows if this is the end If we'll see tomorrow my friend But we are together Let that be the hope that we cling to Let that be the rope we hold on to And when the sun comes over the hills I suspect we will be here still 'Cause together we'll weather the storm We'll weather the storm Rain and snow may fall, the wolves may call Still we will be strong Winds may shatter the land, still we will stand Because we belong Who knows if we'll see each other again Who knows if this is the end If we'll see tomorrow my friend But we are together Let that be the hope that we cling to Let that be the rope we hold on to And when the sun comes over the hills I suspect we will be here still 'Cause together we'll weather the storm We'll weather the storm And after the rage of the storm is calmed And all again is free I will call for you And you will call for me And we'll walk hand in hand On a glimmering path towards the stars Of a shimmering hue we are With you, I believe we are forever Who knows if we'll see each other again Who knows if this is the end If we'll see tomorrow my friend But we are together Let that be the hope that we cling to Let that be the rope we hold on to And when the sun comes over the hills I suspect we will be here still 'Cause together we'll weather the storm

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

At the edge of a dream, it seems I walk at the edge of a field I touch the soil Searching for something To the ground I kneel, I feel The presence of all who went before And suddenly The veil between us is no more Like a fastforwarding film the surroundings change The clouds passed swiftly overhead But the field is constant, at ease Like a warm, green bed For aeons did my fathers draw Their life up from this earth Now next to this my years of rambling Seem of little worth And in a flash I want nothing But to tend this piece of land Provide for myself and my kin By the strength of my hand Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream All else you can keep Here nothing's changed Save for the lessening of hope For I've been a rambler, a pirate, a gambler I don't know How to make things grow And it frightens me we keep our fortunes Locked in towers of glass And soon we must bury our future When we lose our past Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream All else you can keep Not lightly balanced are the scales When fortune's weighed against ambition Happier it seems is he Who does not struggle for a mission No one recalls how the picture should look All cling to his own little piece of the puzzle Always on the hunt for new distractions Gone is the joy of working the muscle It's like peeling an onion Trying to remove all that's foul and false I know there is truth in this ground Hear the sound As down the ages it calls Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream Give me well-tilled earth Under an open sky Ale and song as the evening goes by Skin against skin, then an untroubled sleep All in a simple man's dream And the rest you can keep

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I am no wise man But I reckon that the Gods of old Bound the secret fire of life Inside this dram of gold Bringing warmth to the cold Helps a human heart be bold Keeps me healthy, keeps me young Animates to love and song Malt, smoke and peat The land beneath my feet Salty sea and open sky Hear the seagulls cry Acqua Vitae Uisge Beatha Water of Life

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Another dawn out here Or so I reckon it must be A slightly paler shade of grey around If not inside of me I stand firm here now At this ship's prow But I'm a proud captain no more I rule this crew with a heavy hand But they are but ghosts And I feel only the biting rain On my face at most There are great powers here But I can't wield them I am no god, can't bend the elements to my will Though I've prayed to the lords of wind and rain All around me remains Still We are given this board game and a few of the pieces But most are missing Then the Lady Fortuna robs you of judgment and breath As soon as you're kissing With the scarcest of provisions Upon the icy waves we're cast So far from home No birds shall land on these masts Drifting, ever drifting The ever calmer waters terrifying me Shifting, pray winds be shifting Carry me away to anywhere but here Drifting, ever drifting The ever calmer waters terrifying me Shifting, pray winds be shifting Life is a beautiful ship But I am lost at sea I left the homely fire to wrestle the sea But if they reckon me dead, am I still me? I cannot turn back, yet see no lands ahead Bound to sleep on the ocean's bed There is no straight road, no enchanted isles The world is bent, and so am I No one can bridge what time and oceans sever Those realms are lost, should I sail forever Drifting, ever drifting The ever calmer waters terrifying me Shifting, pray winds be shifting Carry me away to anywhere but here Drifting, ever drifting The ever calmer waters terrifying me Shifting, pray winds be shifting Life is a beautiful ship But I am lost at sea Sometimes I believe I hear a lonely piper playing Somewhere, out there in the mist But the notes melt away Like snowflakes in my hand There is no harbour There is no fiddle band Sometimes I believe I see faint lights twinkling Somewhere, out there in the mist But they are not lanterns To help lonely sailors find Their way, I know, they are but Flickers in my mind Maybe I am gone already I feel I should go, I would go Draped only with an almost faded glow A cape sprayed with a few sands of glory I could leave them, I would leave them They are nothing, 'tis all folly My spirit is ready to go into the soothing darkness Touching the stars Perchance to dream With luck to escape into the night But still this rope that binds me To the living lands won't be untied It is worn thin as a single strand of hair Yet it holds like a wire of steel Another dawn out here Or so I reckon it must be A slightly paler shade of grey around If not inside of me Visibility still naught Surface is calm but mirrors nothing New clouds keep coming in Though my sails won't unfurl If clouds indeed they be Or smoke from the scorching of the world Water's dark below me Dark as my heart and as cold Do not feel alive Only feel I'm growing old Drifting, ever drifting The ever calmer waters terrifying me Shifting, pray winds be shifting Carry me away to anywhere but here Drifting, ever drifting The ever calmer waters terrifying me Shifting, pray winds be shifting Life is a beautiful, mystical, magical ship But I am lost at sea I left a homely fire, but forgot the road back I laid roses on a grave, but forgot both name and tears The anchor will reach no bottom The wind won't fill the sails All is now dark All is now dark All is now dark I am lost at sea

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025