Second Strike: Through the Flames of the Ages

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Wrong expectations from the future Step by step it's coming near advanced prolongation of corrupted reality makes all human disasters clear Catastrophically misuse of the Earth once thing was whole and now gone lost Guided by false rhymes of their Gods Homo species face real meaning of words Under the vast reign of Entropy Chaos turns the only existing way All bombastic researches of the Military Altogether will not hold this planet to stay No one of today's idols will see tomorrow Digital monsters gonna die in forthcoming vein and from deep cages of striped souls weird presence forever remains And among the fires of vanished great cities crawling on abandoned treasures of lust Human spirit as the only survivor predicts the future from the scattered past

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 13, 2025

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The white sails are above the horizon The strange sails from other lands Hurried up by cold winds The vessels are rushing to our shores There are crosses on the sails and banners And masts reaching up to the heavens The launches touched the smoothness of the salty waters Little did we know of the impending doom We did not know that Death would spread its wings Having stepped on the land of our fathers and grandfathers And even Gods will be powerless this time Facing the steel and fire of invaders Blood will flow like boundless river Endless will be mothers' sorrow The clouds will close the land forever The land most dear to us The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings The grief is tearing souls to pieces The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan The helpless moan of our Motherland Under the attack of the welded in steel The strangers bringing destruction The land of fathers is shaking and no use To entreat the Gods for help The land is forever stigmatized with the cross Крестом Земля навеки заклеймлена Истерзана металлом и огнем Над ней чужие подняты знамена Чужой порядок, вера и закон Твердили людям мудрецы: «Не верьте, Вы этим белоснежным парусам Ведь белый цвет всегда был цветом Смерти А где она, там нету места нам».

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 13, 2025

When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin For Ancient Glory of Pagan Past Our spirit of war will arise Connected by virtue to woods and rivers We spent our lives near darkest shores We keep our arms as symbol of fight No one can conquer our land tonight. The land of dark woods and waters of pure We swear to save your richness for sure The enemy will act strong, brutal and fast In strength of soul and sword we trust When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin We keep our arms as symbol of fight No one can conquer our land tonight. Тысячи копий, направленных к солнцу, затмив его свет, (пауза) Обратили день в ночь Блеск стали молнией пронзает небо Тени мира уносятся прочь Принесенные в жертву богу войны Эхом отзовется воинственный клич !! Clatters of horses, gnashing of metal Fury in eyes feed a roaring Battle The land was sprinkled by warm enemy's blood Hymn of victory sings in our hearts DEFEND YOUR MOTHERLAND UNTIL LAST BREATH THERE IS NO SURRENDER! THERE IS NO RETREAT! When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin We keep our arms as symbol of fight No one can conquer our land tonight. Steel is cold and mind is clear Forget about pain and feel no fear Spirits of nature live deep inside Leaving mercy and compassion behind Rain falls down and wipes blood away Fallen warriors step into the realm of gray Forest 's leaves whisper very last pray In eternity they stay

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 13, 2025

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Deep within you are after some answer it can hurt as none of known weapons it blows within your true-self it crashes the very borders of your keep Diagnostics failed-none cares all acceptable ways dealt of no core flexible hands of anxiety are moving now the only prescription left is suicide Generations of your antestors Shores of proto ?seas and primal youth of the green glens by the blood are within your cells and standing on the ashes observing this formed world gradually becoming aware that the mind trap turns into soul plot granuled treasures of oblivion renovated sharpness of thoughts whole indulgence of the almighty counting stages while the fall And even while on your knees when the present strikes sharply through The only things that stable the strength Are those ancient memories of yours? So be thankful to the source it was the Thing which delivered you, doomed to existence and finally forced for the purification of wisdom

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 13, 2025