Hornets of the Pogrom

Marooned at Sierra Leone Galleons prepared for the ride loaded with the nation's raw source of labor With not a courtesan in the swarthy bunch So intolerably loathsome was the stench of the kidnapped that the air was unfit for respiration The chained turned delirious from the weight of their fate Their brutish tempers curbed By ten to twenty lashes The pain made them abate their Courage and beliefs In Coffles They Were Led Their brutish tempers curbed By ten to twenty lashes Wrists and ankles bruised From the weight of fetters May Christian faith release us from this guilt So that we may uphold our mission May Christian faith release us from this guilt So that we may never be led All that is injurious to our existence must be annihilated Someday this ruinous practice will come to haunt our peoples and our cultures

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Due east to prowl the coasts Sails full, with purpose bestowed Elmina's shores await The iron girds of salvation The captive whores of damnation Prepare the hold for the beasts Hatches nailed shut Divide the worms from the meat Swill is pissed on Musket blast versus wooden shield Runners in the sights, spray the field Storm the mangrove Cannons bray, the mighty quake Centuries of blood becomes erased I am the white ghost Middle Passage nigh Vessel of cruel new fate Hope disappears in the merchant rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot Bronze gate unhinged for you Stone steps, the path of doom New England's shores await The iron girds of salvation The captive whores of damnation Line the hold with our freight Eyes are sewn shut Musket plume, heed the lash Into darkened depths the sick are cast Run the mizzenmast Cannon smoke, a magic fog Spirits from the sea sound their call I am the white ghost Middle Passage nigh Vessel of cruel new fate Hope disappears in the merchant rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot Swill of the Knaves, slop for the herd. Swill of the Knaves, suffer a fate of putrid squalor. Swill of the Knaves, slops for the herd. Swill of the Knaves, suffer the vengeful endless curse.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Ill-suited for leadership Nature bestowed her foulest pigmentation upon them much like a scar It accompanies them to their nameless grave On these malaria ridden vessels A love affair between slaves and sugar The ones who managed to escape Dove like cormorants into the Atlantic Ducats, Cowries, Reals or Silver Pesos No currency denied in these ports Beggary becomes a far fetched luxury The world of noose justice It accompanies them to their nameless grave On these malaria ridden vessels A love affair between slaves and sugar Unwanted coexistence Too drained to cry, too shamed to pray Ducats, Cowries, Reals, or Silver Pesos No currency denied in these ports Beggary becomes a far fetched luxury The world of noose justice Exemplary behavior is worthless when Their crime is genetic Skin becomes hard leather Disfigured by torrid irons Immeasurable cruelty Only man knows how to inflict Manacled Freightage

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Predestined warring defeat Unbearable beasts of a sizzling sun No force able to civilize them Predestined warring defeat The mysteries and legends South of the First Cataract From whence natural wealth Was traded with the Pharaohs A boorish fellow traveling on foot Across the flat plains of the Dongolo Reach Predestined warring defeat Unbearable beasts of a sizzling sun No force able to civilize them Predestined warring defeat Land of Wawat, Land of the bow The wooly-haired arrow handler Reveled against discovery His destiny carried in a quiver Land of Wawat, Land of the bow Reveled against discovery Born with genetic imperfections The Nubian Archer unable to grasp The shortcomings of his brood

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Novgorod, nest of sedition, wall them in Snarling dogs, over 20,000 dead, kill them all Peasants burn, cleansing of a plague Torch the walls at Novgorod Oprichnik guard cloak of black Dog and broom crest, shadows charge, Crushing foes of the first Tsar, mongrels slay from the steppes to the Baltic Sea These wicked souls bathe in royal blood Find the sons of David March them east in chains Defectors to Poland in 1570 Tortured bones break for the Grozny Oprichnik guard cloak of black Dog and broom crest, shadows charge Dispossessed of a sane mind, insurgence quelled from the Tsartars to the Black Sea These wicked souls sweep with loyal rage A storm of hatred, riding west to the walls Defectors to Poland in 1570 Tortured bones break for the King My wicked men enraged with villain's blood Find the traitors and march them north to die Defectors to Poland in 1570 Tortured bones break for the Tsar

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Impious herbalist to deliver Septic wreckage, special nature's strain Unjust taxation and Cyrrhaen lawlessness Bribery of pilgrims traveling to Delphi Granted them a dose Of the council's discipline Sanctuary decreed The plains to be shredded Impious herbalist to deliver Septic wreckage, special nature's strain The league to exterminate, every man, woman and child Solon to uphold Apollo's greatness May a Grecian never dare to befoul another God Hardship to forever pursue them and their descendants Sacred is the horse's hoof that tapped Into the pipes, a vital source of life Spring water source diverted unnaturally Pleistos river briefly abducted from nature Biological stratagem to punish Chaeronea Port and trade blockaded, looming aches The bellicose hellebore of Anticyra Envenomed the streams of the victimized A rhizome of the most malefic type Skunk cabbage, the bioterror recipe Flower toxins of the subalpine woods City and harbor demolished The herds accursed The parched inhabitants then gluttoned On contaminated wells and faucets Intestinal illness, a violent purgative City and harbor demolished The herds accursed A strike unlike the bite of an asp Paralyzed the defense of the city walls Land of the barren and neglected City and harbor demolished The herds accursed

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Blahhh!!! Cowardice absent from the soul of the trooper Outnumbered to storm breaches in the siege Fearsome and mounted grenadiers stand alone Aiming and timing are prerequisites for success Iron ball packed with volatile explosive powder Metal stones awaiting to become shrapnel Flawless reputation and acquired skill In soldiers appointed to protect the King Flintlock fusils, and slinging muskets Wide brimmed hats made of bearskins Coped crowns on furred caps Uniforms evolve but their spirit unchanged Flawless reputation and acquired skill In soldiers appointed to protect the King Flintlock fusils, and slinging muskets Wide brimmed hats made of bearskins Coped crowns on furred caps Uniforms evolve but their spirit unchanged Strategist of war in various campaigns Persecuted by the constant fear of Dismemberment by friendly fire

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025