Dread Reaver

In Hattusa's 'lithic ruin In the tombs beneath Lagash In the bowels of sunken ziggurats Lost worlds carve me like a lash Hear lost echoes howl, spirits of the Pyre Martyrs of the dusk, dawn saw them fry Detritus coats their bloodstained shrines Chaos haunts the vale. Order unwinds Singe an Acid Haze Thresher carve the grain Singe an Acid Haze Thresher spear the skein Heed, scratches in the clay, scrape arcane cuneiform Tablets baked in blood, a past left forlorn Annihilate the scribes but voices live forever In shattered Hall of Records time cannot sever Singe an Acid Haze Thresher dog the bane Singe an Acid Haze Pleasure welcome pain Thresher sow the plague Reap the burning glade Singe an Acid Haze Thresher carve the grain Singe an Acid Haze Thresher spear the skein Singe an Acid Haze Thresher dog the bane Singe an Acid Haze Pleasure welcome pain

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Too fierce for the flares of hell Too tempestuous for the swell Too bloody for the leech Too brazen for the breech Too sharp-edged for the razor Too bright for stellar gazer Too sentient for the brain Too hungry to be tamed Too succulent a tongue to taste Too potent-bred to be chaste Tumescent tied to dying root Tumult tends to overshoot Tenacity smashed will inculcate Tomorrows torn from loop of Fate To lose is not the end of war 'Tis but the dawn we hunger for Too toxic for the viper's fang No noose too tight, condemned to hang Catch sabre tooth by the tail Too committed to fail Built from scar of every flaw Cut from shard fragmenting core Standard raised we march on high Too rock 'n' roll to die

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

I stake my grail through gut of foe Embed my flail, watch skull explode Shield-rim smash teeth from maw One fell slash cleaves hanging jaw Skid in entrails, dispatch the knave Commit culled scum to open grave Die with a smile, stare glassy-eyed up At boiling skies! Valkyries descend to gore-caked fen Fallen warriors arise! Carry me out upon my shield In soil stained red of blood congealed Fall on our swords before we yield Bury my corpse on the battlefield Demonize to foulest distance Follow trench of most resistance Hack a trail through intellect Twist in pith so introspect Choice splinter us asunder Beyond rolls endless tundra Carry me out upon my shield In soil stained red of blood congealed Fall on our swords before we yield Bury my corpse on the battlefield Hoplites assemble. Don thy bronze Grip aspes in phalanx of Myrmidon Spirits torched as afterthought Honor stained Loyalties bought Free to seep betwixt the cracks Insert the fuse my Animus lacks Reinvent nightmares we forget At the crossroads of our one regret Deep in gallows' shadow All paths dissect! Etched in cryptic vistas Fate will stroke each strand erect, Direct artistic fistulas through bowels of pure neglect. At intersect of nexus, hub of angst connects Traumas forged to vex us, demon spawn reflect. Spread wings so wide membranes stretch, Lend flight to lowly wretch Rogue ascend from carnal crèche unfurled of livid flesh. Reap the ruin we inseminate. Create a vice to violate. We bask in shade of writhing flame. Flay our souls in scaulding shame.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Death winds' breath blisters septic hide Chaos reigns in shadows shifting with the tides Between the suck and surge, jagged rocks are beckoning On crest of dive of breakers, waves will force a reckoning With amnion of human kind's mucoid call Utopia lies beyond the cave wall Bound with entrails, seamen drowned, bind the draft we ride So precarious against the shore We lash a craft of sailors drowned Brave the pitch and churn of errant currents Seeking that which must be found Onwards towards the shore Seeking that which must be found Onwards to the shore The Corpse Barque carries our Deep Unbound Encased in scales on Bight of sound The skins of corsairs serve as sails And from our prow a stricken siren wails Where Bastards wrecked were run aground But we, once lost, are now profound A kraken's limbs will carry us Across the vast hunting range of ancient mariners We lash a craft of sailors drowned Brave the pitch and churn of errant currents Seeking that which must be found Towards the shore with scurvy crew Seeking that which must be found

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Borne on storm, thrashed cobalt grey Skade's tongue sears our way Burning path through boiling cloud To burst from melt of molten shroud Arctic Thule whips scalp from skull Septentrion Beneath us merciless ocean heaves Waves claw the scales of Raiders' beast Serpent wings thrust us high Above the surge that rips the sky Like plough 'cross charnal field The firmament shall yield Septentrion Septentrion's northern swarm rides the swell Wolfpack storm our shores A blizzard raised from Hell Seven plagues sever necks Seven gates to sunken wrecks Sevenfold the demon realm Southward bound to overwhelm Septentrion

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

I don't know how to live through this hell Woken up, I'm still locked in this shell Frozen soul, frozen down to the core Break the ice, I can't take anymore Freezing, can't move at all Screaming, can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out, I'm trapped under ice Crystallized as I lay here and rest Eyes of glass stare directly at death From deep sleep, I have broken away No one knows, no one hears what I say Freezing, can't move at all Screaming, can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out, I'm trapped under ice (Scream) From my soul (Fate) Mystified (Hell) Forevermore No release from my cryonic state What is this? I've been stricken by fate Wrapped up tight, cannot move, can't break free Hand of doom has a tight grip on me Freezing, can't move at all Screaming, can't hear my call I am dying to live Cry out, I'm trapped under ice

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 10, 2025

Icon of the ages Make my way with will Favored by the sages Tempered in the furnace Flames fanned by bellows Of a breath infernal. Hammer and anvil Beat impurities from ore Inhale The Book of Breath Melt fissure from core In heap of iron slag Steam shrouds the forge Demon's face stares back They shall hear Hell roar! In flush of ember's afterglow Cauterize our weeping gashes Wash our filth away with ashes Inhale The Book of Breath Vulcan's craft lend art Burn our blistered palms The forge will melt the dark Scab lungs to fry out spit of spark And we shall sink like lead No inch of flesh left unscarred Distant echoes, boiling bellows Scorch ether crisp and charred "We sink like lead No soul unscathed The echo of bellows Forever engraved Our mystic lore will die with us We do as Guild commands" Inhale The Book of Breath Exhale

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025