Journey Through the Dying Lands
Who Dares to step in my land May they die in mire May they rot in darkness How they dare defile my home Who Dares to step in my land May they die in mire May they rot in darkness How they dare defile my home A dream, by a force deep below Dragged down, this destiny I sowed I died, I rose from the grave Enthralled, I was bound and enslaved In time, it lost its grip on me Returned, my sensе of what should be This place, my power and my homе Connect, to the sum of the whole How Dare they bind the wizard Did they think to harm me Did they know my power Do they understand their doom How Dare they bind the wizard Did they think to harm me Did they know my power Do they understand their doom So I return to my swamp Purple leaf in my hand Smoke once a need now a want Now I transcend Through all the muck and the slime Where I'm able to see All through the eye of my mind With clarity I understand what has been And I know what I am Peace in my mind and the land I understand! What has been done to me And my connection Now in my mind I perceive Mycelium!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Despair From the faith of the dead Can't ignore what he said The gods have fled With no regret The dark And the depth of the cold All the death on the road Will freeze your soul Be drained of hope Entrapped In bleak winter blight In icy delight The Countess' knights They'll take your life Aaah! Die die die die . . Death Inside The Black Cathedral Dodz Has served The will Of Saint Skеlvik the Pure
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
This ancestral place Providing for my kin This tainted lake The hagfish filleted A skull beckons me To the dolmen's evil cape A promise of aid Ancient gods alive Labor to mend the lake Purpose to life I'll dredge these bones I'll make him whole My flayed skin he's earned Life to depths returned
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Writhing and screaming and breathing and clawing Stuck in the muck and you're sinking, you're falling Coughing and sucking, the mud you're inhaling Pulling and sticking, your movements are futile Ripping and tearing and gnashing but failing Nothing you can do will free you from dying Crying and flailing, the swamp uncomplying Nothing you can do will free you from dying
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
He controls the end, and all that you believe He performs the cry that ends your mortal plea Seek, consume the fuel, a wrought epiphany Feel the hate, the rage, a barbarian creed Barbaria Barbaria Barbaria Barbaria Crush, destroy, and tear their bodies limb from limb Smash the face, and drink the tears of misery Strip the flesh from bone, with axe in hand he cleaves Bow before your god, a mad berserker spree
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026