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Dawn... Sons of Death
07:32
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As blades this air, rips upon my skin
The cold hush that’s fallen here,
belies the coming flames
of battle’s fire, from within,
soon to rise, soon unleashed,
as morning’s light takes hold,
we loose our frenzied cries!
Echoes! Of life resound
upon this battleground.
Massacre, slaughter, no mercy
Shall be found.
Borne on wings of unbound rage
Too long repressed,
too long restrained,
we Sons of Death
arrive to slaughter
no man shall be saved
In ecstasy, this savagery,
delivered uninhibited
for what is best in life
is surely to destroy!
With ragged breath I turn
upon this field where battle wanes
A sea of ruined flesh
annoints the fouled soil
trembling, still, as final calm,
descends upon these wretched slain
This expanse once ashen, bare,
now adorned in violent shades of death!
The screams of vanquished men
their cries of desperate fear
endless, once, they bathed the land
yet even now they fade
as fury dies, behind it leaves
a yearning hunger, unappeased
how many lives must I claim
to fill this growing emptiness?
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Altar of Nihil
07:34
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Silence! Approaching storm,
breaks! crimson air choking me
as death awakes
Witness! My brothers die
Pain! filling me, changing me
mindless rage
No control, mind is shaking,
hated men, before me quaking,
pathetic lives, mine for taking,
by my hand i watch them breaking!
Shackles forged in blood
by our deadly revelry
what fools we have become
thinking we were free
drink deep this cup of hate
paths no longer seen
mere echoes in the wind
all will cease to be
Hate, burning soul ablaze
suffocating, all consuming
cry of rage
Kill! my sacrifice this day
blood for altars raised to nothing
endless pain
No control mind is screaming
cannot sleep, see them bleeding
frenzied wrath, no more feeling
between my teeth I hear them weeping
Shackles forged in blood
by our deadly revelry
what fools we have become
thinking we were free
drink deep this cup of hate
paths no longer seen
mere echoes in the wind
all will cease to be
Why is this, for which we fought?
All for nothing, all for naught?
Cruel fate, stark beauty
so i summon nihility
Why is this, for which we fought?
All for nothing, soon forgot?
Cruel fate, dead beauty,
take my soul and set me free
Why is this for which we fought,
all for nothing, all for naught,
cruel fate embraces me
take my soul nihility!
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A path, ever bending
In shadows, unending
Lays now ahead on this spire, ascending
to wreathed peak unseen,
this monolith, mighty,
invites one to dare, to climb
One by one,My feet draw me on,
The slope ever steepens,
With each footfall gone,
Silent this trail,
Yet thought, silence breeds,
Turbid mind, Troubled; I climb
Black are my thoughts
and black is this spire
this mountain, my anvil
my thoughts are as fire.
What shall be wrought
when summit is reached?
What shall await
atop silent peak?
Chilling snow, fully encompassed
trees are as wraiths, forms twist and fade
now left behind, above the tree line
a face hewn of stone; onwards I climb!
My body protests
but pain holds no weight
the path here is sheer
the summit draws near.
In ruin this slope, echoes borne of stone
among this dead rock
I am alone!
A clarity of vision and mind unclouded
grant unto me
The peak yields solace
and wisdom unbound
yet given not freely
to walk in the shade
of this mountain dark
a mortal forge
beaten and hammered
to form new perspective
new strength
from powers old
taken from this welcome cold
atop this spire silent!
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