The Only Weapon of Choice - 13 Odes to Power, Decimation and Conquest

Power, not participation, the wise rule the strong, the strong rule the weak and so on Power, not participation, if we rule their thinking, our dominant quest can begin Subservience or death Since the very dawning of time, people have needed to be led Subservience or death Those that can''t do as I will may not live to regret The smarter we get, the crueler we are, and logic depicts a survival of fittest be law Those that can''t abide this belief, will join us or perish for this will become the new faith It''s more than desire, it''s knowledge that will set the world right For nothing else matters than enforcing the word and the law By strength and by deed, we''ll show them who''s really in charge For a malleable mind is a malleable will to control Our morals are fading away, at least that''s what men of the cloth would wish to convey An uprising is for what I pray, a death to those fading religions that starts here today

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025

And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse But it''s surreal, you''re not who you think, feel so detached Just to your left, there in the tub, lays your helpless victim And as you scrub, all went to plan, although something''s missing Because there was no, no relief, no release, it''s not what you hoped it would be Dissatisfaction''s fires reign, and the hunt starts again Through all these years, the plan''s evolved, to the point of perfection So why the lack, why no resolve, why no sense of closure The perfect victim, it''s what you had and more than once before So what went wrong, what flaws the scheme, why are the fires raging on You know there''s a hatred, that you''ve tucked away in the blackest annals of your heart And you feel the compulsion, no it''s more than that, like the very threat of consumption Deny all that''s rational, chase satisfaction, make violence and hatred the master And each drop of blood, each vessel you drain still won''t let you turn the key You kill again without remorse, yet the demons still come screaming Each sacrifice is closer to your supposed perfect ending But in the end, all that is real is the blood on your hands Until you''re caught or until you''re dead, the hunt demands your tending

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

All kinds of people have all sorts of feelings about dying Most view it with fear and trepidation, but that''s not the way for me, oh no On a day like no other I welcome death, I welcome the reapers icy embrace His cold damp cloak as it scrapes against my skin And because this day will come but once in your entire life It should be a truly magnificent event Something to be remembered for all eternity You want people to gather, you want people to lament The severity of your final moments on this earth For this is more than significant this event, this is forever When I die, I wanna die violently What could be more mundane than dying of old age Or of natural causes when there''s death by misadventure to be pursued? Any idiot can die, but it takes someone truly special to go out In what I''d call a spectacular kind of way Ripped apart by sharks, torn to bits by wolves Tortured beyond the threshold of human tolerance And don''t fear the reaper when the game is over and your number is up For death my friends, yes death is inevitable! When I die, I wanna die violently, when I die I hope that I''ll suffer Burnt out and cut up and dealt out and fucked up When I die, I pray my exit''s gonna be fucking bleak when I die I wanna be in pain In a vicious and inhumane sorta way to the very hilt of human suffering With fear and loathing racing through my veins

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

It''s an ideal as old as man itself, a value obscured, yet never deceased A way of life that must go on, a knowledge that lives in the hearts of the chosen As sure as life and death itself, a thinking and being that must survive And if our campaign is pure, and commitment lives within our hearts Our quest will go forth unharmed, for glory is fleeting And victory''s just a part of doing the job right, and it''ll take place like this And it''s an age old ideal and one that never died For there was no beginning, no vortex in time And the footsteps now trodden, imprint the souls of those who served We march to the same beat, although we''re of a different time If our campaign is pure, if our campaign is true And we won''t tolerate a thing that stands in the way of completing our quest And it''ll shape up like this For vengeance will be swift via a hand so merciless And the hammers will roll out in a bloody masquerade And some things never change no matter how oft the clock does turn We march to the same beat though we''re of a different time And if our campaign is pure, and the weapon of choice is within our reach Our quest shall go forth unharmed For while glory is fleeting the spoils will be ours just the same And it''ll take place like this And all subversives crushed, our legacy this will be, with no ifs or buts to be heard And we''ll sound the siren for our faith to rise again And future generations will fly the flag

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025

When they tell you that it''s all in your head The unrelenting screams of both the living and the dead And they tell you that the war is over, the dead are buried deep The final battle''s been and gone, war is the way of the world No notion of illusion dwells in that, you choose the path of the righteous men Did they really think that you''d just switch off? Did they really think that you''d live through that, and still be the man that you were? Did they even have a notion of just what you''d become? Looks like they really planned your fate It''s the war that never ended, still raging on inside your head And what drove you then, still drives you now, the war Compelled by a swarm of black emotions that won''t subside The war manifests in all you see, sense and feel Through fevered dreams, full body sweats, unfulfilled campaigns It''s the storm you know never abates The war that never ended summons you awake in a glaze of sweat The war that never ended, the war

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

It's light as a feather, snaps right together, it's the one It weathers the storm and the grimness of war, it's the one It clears out the trenches with power and vengeance, it's the one It lays waste to the temples and all those that dwell, it's the one As a defoliant there is no accident, it's the one It cuts down defences like razors through flesh, it's the one Easy to conceal until death is revealed, it's the one Structure, bone and plant, it lays everything flat out, it's the one It's the only weapon of choice It's the only weapon you'll need It's the ultimate tool of destruction It's the only weapon of choice It discharges with ease and reloading's a breeze, it's the one It will never jam, it will never melt down, it's the one It razes flesh from bone and mortar from stone, it's the one It rolls through the town and lays everything flat out, it's the one It never kicks back, so precise its attack, it's the one No pin is required, no trigger desired, it's the one Discharges with a thrust, turns matter to dust, it's the one The kill rate's supreme and the death count's a dream, it''s the one

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

A blinding white light, like a cold white sun in the night But there''s nothing at all that''s divine about the discharge of rounds And as you crawl through the maelstrom of war Whatever you''ll endure, you''ll endure alone Falling deep into the abyss, with survival rate more hit than miss Wailing through the swamps, assessing every sound Judging the threat of the demons, airborne and on ground But one must believe, one surely must conceive Whatever you''ll endure, you''ll endure alone Because in the end, there''s no-one but you Your comrades in arms have no power to do A thing for your plight, or a thing for your life On your trip to hell, you''ll be all alone, this is the essence of total isolation Making resolves on your final breath, suddenly faced with your last conquest Will yourself to live you give it your best, now cradled in the arms of death Falling deep into the abyss, some rounds graze, while others pierce Falling deep into the abyss, with a survival rate more hit than miss

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

Paranoia filled his heart It was the prophecy that stood to tear his world apart The wise foresaw the birth of a son Who would teach of a life beyond this mortal one Through arrogance and a desire to remain you know It''s like a beast that rises across the sky Paranoia declared that child must die Slay all the sons that are less than two And thus the cruelest campaign did ensue It did, despite his arrogance and a desire to remain well you know This was the moment in time, when all could have been reversed When those who did stand by, who allowed the ensuing madness to reign One moment in time, when all could have been reversed When paranoia''s throne was usurped, when the flesh of your saviour should have burned Like a star, like that beacon in the night But paranoia was betrayed by the enlightened that lead the way And despite all the steel that carved through the young flesh Paranoia''s authority was trampled on The flesh of your saviour should burn And from the day we''re born until the day we die The shackles that bind us men and women of the west That would never have been, oh a fucking nightmare Nightmare, the nightmare cometh, paranoia''s failure set that faith aflame

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

So terrified, yet so in control, adrenaline be thy saviour Have I only seconds to live, merely moments to go? Adrenaline thy benefactor Feeling the blood as it pulses and flows, adrenaline is thy master Of quickening senses, of taking the load, adrenaline take me home A cold heart in a cold war, the troops of the regiment, rise up! Going over the trench wall and into certain death, rise up! In places that know nothing but war, the scent of terror wafts through the air And this terror that awaits, it''s more than a dream for this is nothing you''ll wake from Those new to the terrain, they''ll ignore the signs a taste of reality changing everything And some are crippled with fear, oh, because death''s always near But adrenaline will be thy saviour Adrenaline equals survival, so nothing must stand in the way Trudging through swamps, and the mud, and the mist, and the clay Willing against all odds that the rush of blood will remain Fucking it all on the brink of a total breakdown

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

Right now''s the time to see those illusions you''ve conceived The ones that furnish your dreams, it''s time to suspend belief For yes, I am the fucking way Deep in the depths of your mind you know that to be right Come join the blackheart reich Deep in the depths of your mind you know that to be right! And some, some are born to lead, and others born to bleed And some will taste the whip for I am, I am, I am We''re beyond, beyond salvation with no belief in that myth creation No mortal fear of any false damnation, join the blackheart reich Our blackheart reich, we''re beyond! No submissive faith binds me, no crucifix holds me No crown of thorns shames me, no martyr''s legacy

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

The earth it turns, and you''re still no closer today Your time flitters away until nothing remains And as the encroaching darkness comes, what will your servitude bring? The very thing that brings you hope, is what you should most fear Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, save us is your prayer You''re all gonna die, all gonna die as mortal men And as the encroaching darkness comes, no-one is exempt No outstretched hand of god you extolled in your daily prayers No outstretched hand of god You greet each day with faith and little more A constant hope that something better will be your reward And as the encroaching darkness comes, what will your servitude bring? Yes as the encroaching darkness comes, what will your subservience bring? Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, save us is your prayer You''re all gonna die, all gonna die as mortal men And as the encroaching darkness comes, no-one is exempt As the encroaching darkness comes yes, no-one will be spared While we hail the glory of blackness absolute and you fear the on set of blackness absolute No amount of faith will dull this razor truth when we''re all engulfed in blackness absolute While we hail the glory of blackness absolute And subservience has yielded you with nothing And you fear the onset of blackness absolute And you won''t even be aware until you''re too dead to realise No amount of faith will dull this razor truth, your life is yours and there is but one We''re one and all engulfed in blackness absolute I pity those who live it bound in the shackles of blind faith

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

War is much more than a disagreement of thought and a battle born of strife Where many will stand and many will fall while bystanders will question the point And the players are many the sacrifice great, for a victory heralded by few And some march to the beat of a vindictive drum with their own agendas to right Well I''m one of those who''ll step up for battle, the smell of cordite in the air Knowing the ordeal is not about me, but treating it as such just the same With irreverence I tread through the blood and the soil the wounded, dying and dead I want them to taste the steel of my blade and feel the sting of my lead And sometimes they''ll hear the bullet, yes sometimes they''ll feel it''s sting, and sometimes they''ll know as their life slips away, and sometimes they won''t feel a thing ''Cause I wanna be and I wanna see, and I''m here to exact my revenge When I summon Mars for victory sweet, when I conjure the will for success And I wanna taste the blood of the fallen to know the scent of death And that every round that I get off, yields another''s final breath

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025

Armed. No it was more than that, armed to the fucking teeth was possibly more apt a description, and the civilians this war surrounded played no real part apart from being there, which I suppose is a part in itself. It''s all around, it''s all consuming, a chasm, an abyss that sucks you in, be it active or passive, be it soldier or slave, the fog of war engulfs you all. You''ve never seen rain like this before, had to cut the heels out of your boots just so the water could drain, so the blisters could drain, as any compassion for humanity drains. At least when the rain falls it keeps the mosquitoes away, not much of a trade-off really, fiendish things lusting for your blood while bullets sizzle through the air leaving a trail of mist as the molten lead homes in on its pray. And that''s you by the way, and you''re caught up in the fog of war It''s a world beyond fear, you can''t even see the enemy, although you''re learning to sense them, sense the presence, smell the adrenaline or the fear, because you know, that they know, that you know And you''ll never rest, not here, not now, possibly never, for this battle will rage on eternally (at least for some of you). And sure, the rain will stop eventually, but the fog surrounds the soldier forever.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 23, 2025