The Locust Years

Please hold your applause, though you may pause for genuflection As so deftly we're directing your attention To this hand my left or is it right, no need to analyze the sentiment and scope of our correctness Please remain seated as the spectacle repeats itself ad nauseum (that's latin for "relentless") Don't you lose your focus as we orchestrate these locust years My dears, the show is bound to leave you breathless You paid admission, now the ride's begun, guaranteed to leave you groping for the gears in this mad machine of tears Now that we're unchained we'll reign, insane and drown the world in flames and blood, and pain Our legion eyes and ears will amplify your fears in a wilderness of mirrors in these new Locust Years Our timeline spins unbroken Like the webs that we have woven As the show unfolds like clockwork on command Are those horsemen knocking? Or the ticking and the tocking of the Watch? We are the face, we are the hands Sirens bay like mares at night, Sirens howl like wolves But it's all right for the show has just begun Now that we're unchained we'll reign, insane and drown the world in flames and blood, and pain Our legion eyes and ears will amplify your fears in a wilderness of mirrors in these new Locust Years Now that we're unchained we'll reign, insane The pain will flow like wine in time to find us drunk upon your tears and feasting on your fears sharpening our spears in these new Locust Years

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

We are the widows of the winter to whom no spring shall ever dawn We are a window to the future The morrow's first polluted yawn We are a dowry to destruction In all the shouting we shall drown We are the shadows of the good times We are the echo, not the sound Indolent we promenade across the page Redolent of meaning lost and gone Strewn about the airwaves of this new dark age Still without our substance carry on We are the widows We the words

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Fool, I am no hero So leave my casket be Furthermore I'd never give my life for such as thee If the people wonder at the suffering you've caused And your massive avarice has left them at a loss If by chance they notice your bloody snapping jaws the blood upon your claws your shifty eyes and laws the nauseating flaws in all you've said Trot out the dead Trot out the dead If by chance they give you the slightest bit of grief Or perhaps they notice you're a liar and a thief If they dare to question your lunatic beliefs The wicked web you weave The slimy trail you leave Or maybe they perceive they've been misled Trot out the dead Trot out the dead Trot out the dead, trot out the dead Fire up the burning pole while you're ahead Blot out the truth, trot out the lies Myriad eyes Silence the wise Shackle the skies Stifle the cries of the soon to be dead If the people wonder why so many had to die Or they test the wisdom in your prevailing lie Or how you let it happen when you knew it all the time and you just let them fly it's in your evil eye the way they were betrayed the day they died Trot out the dead Trot out the lies

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Famine always hangs his lamp Above the holy land Hangs his lamp, he hangs his lamp Above the holy land Pestilence will pitch his tent Upon the promised land Pitch his tent, he'll pitch his tent Upon the promised land Death will always break his bread within the temple walls Break his bread, he'll break his bread Within the temple walls War will always find his mistress In the highest tower Find her waiting, find her waiting In the highest tower

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Oh chastity you spoke so clearly Holding the reins of your steed high and mighty One voice, two faces, three kings, and four horsemen Delighting our eyes, silver strings in the moonlight Oh sanctity Tiny eyes like diamonds You glide in the sky in your saddle so high One voice, two faces, three kings, and four horsemen Sway through the air on strings straight from heaven Chastity rides on a horse oh so high Dancing on strings in the sky

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Praised - praised be our vanity Now that we have our own tragedy No time for subtlety War is upon us, oh can't you see Here in the holy land See how united and strong we stand Slogans and banners for every man Here in the holy land Death - death to the infidels Sons of our servants shall serve and serve us well And gifted with endless war Flags and fanatics forevermore

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

It won't matter, when it's over but ending, its everything Shall we gaze into the sky And watch the stars expire Or is it just our eyes? Shall we quarrel and conspire and in our cups we'll raise our knuckles to the sun and curse the sea Shall we strut about inside And haggle for the dearest nest the highest bough? it won't matter, when it's over but ending, its everything Lash the widows to the mast and hope our craft will last this broken mirror sea and feel the vastness of the swells that crash against a wall so high and wide it's barely there at all And helpless watch the storm Foaming forms of locust swarms against the mirror sky Swarming - an insect storm A million paper wings that whisper "fall" Scrawled all in blood across the sky The writing on the wall - the widow's wall

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025