Return to Dust

I am the offspring of resignation adopted by the fires of discontent Optimism becomes an opiate Survival and glory to the brave Struggle stirs the human spirit kept keen on the grindstone of tiol Pain and fear light the fire But how high to stoke the flame? Burn Can the sheep be awakened? I see signs of life flicker and die Countless as the stars are our choices The road has forged before us - now choose not this time,a new way must be forged Forged to or from hell - we choose Salvation just within reach But how high must we stoke the flames? Burn,Burn,Burn The sanctimonius rabble cries louder Opposotion for its own sake All caught within this maze How many wolves are there among us? If dissipline os born through struggle... Where is it now ? Unconcious and buried by apathy A cleansing firestorm gathers and grows... The Cloudness nightsky glows at the horizon But the zenith remains black as pitch silent flashes like summer lightning Dawn approaches - the morning Horned moon rises This morning will be like no other Firestorm awaits beneath the skuline Awaits to consume our timid world Because it's time to burn again Thunder sounds a warning But no one stirs to rise Silence descends like a funerral shroud A final chance passes The firestorm consumes the dead Burn, Burn, Burn White phosphorous flames reaching higher Heaven chokes on the smoke Mesmerised by the light of their own death Burning out forever The dust - borne by the wind... Slash and burn and slash and burn and turn to fire...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

As I awaken to this dream I saw fire rain from the skies Blasting from the portals of hell Black clouds descending darkly The northern hills and valleys Scorched by armageddon's hand Blackened hills and valleys Firestorm consumes all the dead all the dead... Black clouds drive across the face of the sun a Blood-red spirit rising eastward Chokes on glowing red embers Freed by the winds of ignorance War expands like a pool of blood to cover the earth with crimson The Gauntlet is smashed into the dirt And the standard bearer is slaughtered first Spreading like a fever in the night Primal hatred infects once righteous souls a holy war of attrition embraces death and fear is left to brood in the shadows The credo is drwoned out by rocket's red glare Belched from silos frothing smoke Oh beautiful for spacious skies That rained down waves of dread Blackened landscape majesty Across slash and burned plains Black wings's firestorm holocaust Enfulfs all the dead....

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Burning skies - raining fire Down on the helpless below Hell has come - storming legions Iron eagles - angels of death Searing wings - roar as thunder Burning the life right out of the night Heavens above - slaughtered outright Reducing bodies to ashes & dust No more tomorrows - sunrise on a dead world Burning the shadows right into the walls Paying the price in self sacrifice Final breath - ends in fire Fallout snows it's seeds of death Darkened skies - deadly quiet Nuclear winter settles it's frost Pitiful end - human folly Centuries of work now scattered to dust Victor defeated - final chapter Closing the book & set it alight Failsafe - cannot be recalled Flee to nowhere - death consumes all Return to earth from which you crawled Return to darkness - return to dust

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I bleed as a wound ripped in my flesh Slash destiny into each arm... With blood, with fire Dead blood flows from my veins (My blood feeds the firestorm) And withstands the spreading blaze Before the harvest of souls Death whets his gleaming scythe The sound of stone on steel And sparks as lightning across the sky Fear not you righteous ones Though Death is always the winner He is also easily appeased... Never fear the night Never fear the darkness My breath scorches like desert winds Far above the reek and stench Time will come to pay - hell won't be enough Desire feeds the leaping flames Firestorm - smoke rises to the sky Entrenched bodies - frozen, charred stumps Screaming in silence as echoes fade The light of peace glows dying red The civilized veneer is drawn like a curtain Drawn for the next act of blasphemy And falls when the course is crimson drenched

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Few know the true lined face of mars To charge across the desolation Bayonets fixed for close quorter... Sawbacks gleam red perspiration Who among us would dare... Dare to walk the killing fields ? The heather that drank the blood of our fathers And bled from trenches...slashed... By what authority are we granted peace ? Over dead bodies of the more worthy More worthy than we Like the moth, we serve the light blindly Ever colliding with another servent Capitulation, resignation The rot seeps everywhere Unstemmed tide of ruin Entropy gathers and engulfs instead Few know the true lined face of mars But the lessons of the learned Drawn from killing and burning fields Offer a tourniquet to staunch the flow But we'd rather stand and bleat Flashes of the storm our only light Perhaps it's time to burn again

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

We've survived a firestorm of derision And now their weaknes is revealed The hydra called modernity has failed And wether or not the flock understands... The blood of our fathers must be justified Justified at all costs This faul, faul world ridden with apathy has lost its place in all things I am as the serpent's crest Ouroborous and Regal at once The world at the center of my coil My tail consumed, leaves me hungry for more Finding courage in the spheres Horizons dark as ever before Once you come this way You'll never wish to return The path is of fire and lit by pain Stark truths are their own reward Dreams and illusions shatter like glass Sans sympathy for its own sake I am as the serpent's crest Ouroborous and Regal at once The world at the center of my coil Sans sympathy for its own sake From nothingness to nothingness Black clouds parting for the dawn From far beyond the voices still sound Made wretched by the distance we've come I've lived to fight another day The day of infaamy - declaration of war

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025