Intifada
This track is instrumental.
The strife is high, the fear is whole From all true wretchedness we chore Rain masking sun: a nature gall But in this arid land seldom A breadth of trampled roses seeped lazy in thirst Amaranthine disquieting, no manifesting tell All sorrows veiled, kept internal The false assent does enfold a somber hole With low elan, devoid of hope Labor and drudge endure Desperate, vagrant spheres look for god's eye, find only sockets bare Plumbless and dark, empty and void, thickness unbroken Spiral that swallows all the days Passing in length like the burning of anthracitic veins Arid wind channeling lost voices gone and pained The distrait descry a faint breath upon its wings "Arise from beneath the burning skies Leave vacant the walls where villains lie" "Turn gloom to ire Arise unforeseen Like mirages burst" Mirages, hark the voices lost With arid breath, cry your aversion
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Tears pouring, the watchful ones are quelled Fog spreading, purblindness kindled Nature's wrath, so vast, arrives Ruins our progeny's lives Jades falling as a mist of plumes Buds halting, never will they grow Pox upon the infidels! Nature's wrath, so vast, arrives Ruins all Degrading Our provider altered to a death pyre
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
With high duress we toiled With high fire we rose Dimmest shells of the past slave Like sprouts fallen in deep thirst Chronic sighs of the anguished Newfound cries of triumphant revenge Beneath the sun of despair, it's fogged Silent rage, heightened heat Venge on the over ones Who bound us in these rusted death-smelling chains Darkened abyss in the low hearts, vacant of Surviving relics and memories ever so near Lest we forgot, lest we'd die captive souls Rose: a new sun Fell: a new dawn Mutiny won Thralldom falls It rains, for once
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
On nights when rain falls with the blowing wind I have no choice, but to endure the cold I boast, "Where is to be found a better man?" But still, in the end, I remain cold On the bare ground we lie on loose straw A destitute family in pain On whom stars don't cast their radiance In times like these, how do we keep on? Haze through the window, past the rain, He lays a wretched comal shell Far removed, his mind cast off Toil beneath the external calm Suffering, caught in portraits Unlike the passing birds, who fly off Haze through the window, past the rain, He lays a wretched comal shell Far removed, his mind cast off Toil beneath the external calm
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025