The Lost Compass
Blaspheme, now ingrained in sin Unleashed, fires burn within Wrath And now the sails are set for dawn A Journey that’s unknown to mortal men To the east across the waves Storms start to show the deities’ rage As the waves begin to crash, you can see The weak fall like pawns to the gods of sea And now the seas decide their fate Looked to the elders to guide them through the straight And the sun it fades to black Beckoning an age of misanthropy The age of misanthropy Passing through the ocean Under stars we once foretold The writing of the elders, pass through the ever grey As we wake from the mist To the echoes of this world The halls they seem to beckon us Beckons from the throne Putting rest to the secrets, that the elders spoke The cries to us you sing, are falling on deaf ears Blaspheme, now ingrained in sin Unleashed, fires burn within Wrath Now Thunder is all around Lightning strikes, and sails are set to flames Ships will fade into dusk Pull them down, to the depths below Fading into ashes as the gods express their rage Their just lines in the book, as the reader turns the page Only one will now survive Seeks the truth under desolate skies And the sun it fades to black Beckoning an age of misanthropy The age of misanthropy Passing through the ocean Under stars we once foretold The writing of the elders, pass through the ever grey As we wake from the mist To the echoes of this world The halls they seem to beckon, our soul In the web of lies We see them falling, falling Like grains of sand In the web of lies, we see them falling Like grains of sand Step out from this veil of lies Out of the darkness and into the light Force back the powers that control the tides Horizons now beckon as the compass aligns Navigate through dust Release the titans below Close your eyes and let go For the stars, they will guide you home And the sun it fades to black Beckoning an age of misanthropy The lost compass of truth Passing through the ocean Under stars we once foretold The writing of the elders, pass through the ever grey As we wake from the mist To the echoes of this world The halls they seem to beckon Beckons to our soul
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026