The Omniclasm

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And in time, the shell of Earth Continues to rattle with war Dead world under a dead sky Nothing here worth fighting for Five point four billion years of unending battle and siege Unrelenting and immortal Triumph remains out of reach All the horizon is filled with an eye which watches, unblinking and red Swollen, distended, the giant grows larger and brushes the exosphere's edge The two last things in the world, so consumed with the fight, fail to notice the sun has eclipsed all the sky with its solar flares skirling Earth's final hour has come War wages on The corpse lord, the Lich King grows weary at last of the game Grasps the nature of stalemate Victory cannot be claimed The Nucleomancer too young to be bored with the bout Goes on, unthinking, Not knowing his enemy's doubt The King forms an idea while the fireballs burst and the acid rays sing through the air A lateral plan for a straightforward monster, foe must remain unaware Waiting for a fury from the solar storm He will take wounds and seem to fall And, once seeming defeated, will melt off and find the true way to destroy every thing, one and all The sun, dying The land, cracked The living, long vanquished The sky, black The storm thunders The fire descends The foe, unmindful The King will now transcend One final volley

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Time to wake up, son, time to go to school! Here, put on your socks, let me wipe off all that drool No you can’t have chicken nuggets, mommy made some eggs I’m sorry, that’s the rule, so please stop biting my legs Driving into school, with Kidz Bop on repeat Have a good day son while I go feel a moment’s peace You sneeze in my mouth, I cringe and say bless you You run off and I’m pretty sure you just gave me the flu I used to be a man I used to be a person, but Now I’m just a meal ticket for a parasite Life support system for a greedy little tyke All my dreams and plans had to take a backseat To a twenty pound crying, whining, shitty sack of meat I don’t know how the moon, no, and I don’t know why a tree I don’t know why you ask these questions so incessantly What’d you do today, oh you saw a cat, that’s nice I contemplated the abyss as I grieved for my life Son, your baby sister’s sternum is not a trampoline Why is peanut butter toast stuck on my computer screen I’ve read you five stories, now will you please go to sleep Fine, I’ll read you another, you selfish little creep I used to have fun I used to have friends, but Now I don’t have anything in my life but the unceasing march of time Everyone I know is a parent too and their kids suck as much as mine Eat your peas Preschool cesspool (x4) No one at that school makes the children wash their hands Then they go home, spread disease across the land Filthy microbes have infested all my cells I got what I deserved in a self-made hell I used to be fine I used to be healthy, but Now I’m just a shell, just a walking garbage pile Here’s your fish sticks, laundry’s done dear, meanwhile Can’t take a second for myself to putrify, but Maybe, if I’m very very lucky, I could die In this Preschool cesspool (x4)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Metal’s got a lot of problems, here’s one people who enforce the dress code Because you’re the self-appointed poser police Stop with that shit Judging people for not being trve enough Like you were born with your ebay high-tops Bragging about how you called someone out Don’t be a dick We don’t need you guarding the gate It’s not us against them, so just cut the shit Stop worrying about posers Stop worrying about posers Oh, are you evil? I’m so impressed Your band’s satanic? Well I’m really scared I heard your lyrics brought down the church Oh, did they not? What rebels, you and the rest of the flock may want to open up a thesaurus because The darkness of evil of evil of darkness, hey, It’s all been done Blasphemy is trite, get a new thing Un-invert your T’s and cut the shit Stop worrying about posers Stop worrying about posers Metal’s supposed to be fun Every hobby’s got that guy who thinks that it’s his job to keep everybody in line And the dummy that thinks he’s being edgy by saying what someone else said back in ‘89 Asshole! One more thing Your political lyrics really made me think Washington is full of liars? You just blew my mind! You watched LOOSE CHANGE on youtube once and now you’re a pro Conspiracy theories and armchair denouncements But you’re the guy that’s got it all figured out Well it’s too bad you’re in a metal band, because Nothing will change If you care, you’re in the wrong field “Read a book?” How ‘bout you write a riff and just cut the shit Cut the shit Cut the shit

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Disenfranchised and disillusioned, no hope in sight Spending eight hours every day on someone else’s fight Tyrannized by circumstance, oppressed and exploited by fate Pinned down By ghosts And straining beneath the weight Powerless and utterly sickened with myriad ills Suffer in silence, file taxes and swallow your pills Don’t resist the illusion, succumb to the rut Yeah, that’s your weekday prison But now’s our time to bleed the rage In this tiny, darkened space We all need, once in a while To spit out all that pent-up bile Your frustration, leave it here By-product of your puppeteer They don’t own you now This is our time to riot Those in command looking down from the upper tier Gaze upon your struggle with an unsympathetic sneer Somehow, the narrative is that the people chose These thugs These ghouls The architects of our woes Working class a pigpen kept by billionaire scum Waddle on up to the trough, angry and numb Two party system is an unconvincing sleight of hand But they don’t know we know it No, they don’t know we’re ready The pit was our rehearsal And now’s our time to start the war Stop marching to the abattoir Forefathers did not intend What we now scarcely comprehend They think you’re a worker drone That serves them on their fucking throne But they can’t stop us now This is our time to riot Stomp a plutocrat beneath your feet At long last, the cattle seize the axe See the oligarchs reduced to meat Dead by their constituents’ attacks Now’s our time, retaliate To those who would decide your fate Corporations, lobbyists Did not foresee the obvious Disaffected populace A self-fulfilling consequence It’s time It’s time Our time To... Riot!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

I don't have a problem with pizza or beer or tons of mutated cannibal creeps No, I don't have a problem with any of that, but crossover songs are too damn short I don't have a problem telling people to mosh, hell, I've done it myself once or twice No, I can't throw stones at any of that, but crossover songs are too damn short What is the issue, where is the fire, Are you dying to open the keg? Is it that you just can't wait to stop playing? Is your songwriter cooking an egg? Crossover songs are too damn short Your songs are good Your riffs are strong But they're only Two minutes long Your album's great But here's the facts It's half an hour With nineteen tracks a second verse would sure be nice or write a bridge use one riff twice don't slow it down go the same pace but you don't have to finish your song first, this isn't a race

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Once upon a time in the eighties, metal bands Worked hard to turn out albums that were good Nowadays, most aren’t worth a damn But it’s fine, no one cares, it’s understood Forty minutes of you phoning it in While the label claims “a true return to form!” But you didn’t try, and you won’t again Doesn’t matter, it’ll sell like a storm Hey We can’t blame you, take the paycheck And milk your fame for all that it’s worth We’re Just mad we have to put in effort We hope to get where you are so we don’t have to work Elder statesmen of metal, lying in repose Where is the speed, where are the riffs? Doesn’t say in your contract that you can’t coast On prior success from when you gave a shit Tap a little more self-respect into the ashtray As you fall asleep at the fretboard No motivation, you get paid anyway You punched out as soon as you hit record Oh Who cares, right? Who needs a legacy? We envy your position in life And Can’t wait until we’re well-established And nothing can dislodge us from those dizzying heights You once Were gods of speed and death Your riffs Would hammer and aggress Setlists Full of song after song But then Something went wrong You lost Your zeal for the job But still Make junk for the mob Can’t wait Till we’ve earned those rights To not Have to try sounds nice Would you help us out and tell us how it’s done? Just tell us, how did you become so blessed? Getting rich for horseshit sure sounds fun So when can we stop doing our best? Say What is the magic number? Is five solid albums enough? To Relax and take it easy And start churning out some halfhearted fluff Like you?

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

A fetid swamp, mired in space Gulf of stone turns in place In time, filth stands and feels Casts off insect ideals Nations’ wars slowly cease Unified and at peace An old man plants a tree A church devoted to we

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The dawn Of an age of change An emerging of human truth Press back Against fear and hate with A slowly awakening youth To walk In the light of day No shame, to live and let live That’s all We ever wanted, but That’s too much ground for you to give? If I’ve given offense I won’t beg your pardon, I’m sure you’re fine If you’ve taken offense That’s your problem, so how about you beg mine The tide Is shifting now As numbers grow too great to fight Balance Of public opinion Wrong side of history lies to the right The scum And the misled fools Shall no longer hold us at bay The choice As we march forward Is get crushed or get out of our way I am not an offense And if you take issue, I don’t give a damn I’m offended that you Think I should be embarrassed of whom I love or what I am Don’t Don’t stop Don’t stop resisting No No more No going back Rise Rise up Rise and be counted Take Take it Take the offense Offense You take offense That we’re not staying hidden like mice Expense At great expense The proud are seen and pay the price Offense I take offense To suicides, beatings and rantings of priests Commence So let’s commence Cause you can’t live among us in peace We will take the offense Those we oppose will be left behind We know a better world beckons And we won’t be held back by the willfully blind so Don’t Don’t stop Don’t stop resisting No No more No going back Rise Rise up Rise and be counted Take Take it Take the offense

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Now into space the Lich King transcends He is formless, a spectre, a void Looming and dwarfing the crimson sun Time quickens and earth is destroyed Celestial bodies are fodder for razing Planets, gas giants are ripe Crowding around him, he grows ever larger Begins the great galactic wipe Sword Is Raised And Canis Majoris is cleaved in twain and the Sparks form a three hundred million mile trail of floss The Horsehead Nebula consumed in a fireball Stretching three and a half lightyears across Metaphysical blade shears a massive black hole Its accretion disc scatters as dust Lunging and swinging, the targets grow tiny Milky Way flickers, impaled on a thrust Omniclasm Whole galaxies stir with a turn of his hand Novas like fireflies swirl in the air His tremendous size exceeds the universe now Suddenly, only black everywhere Fourth dimension unfurls to his hollow eyes All time and all space revealed, he sees Abstract concepts, immutable truths He’ll kill these too, he thinks, and is pleased Sword Is Raised And astronomy, poetry, love, mathematics Fall prey to a screaming slash Chemistry, metallurgy and more are Undone in a blinding flash Civics, aesthetics, philosophy, logic Are crushed in a psionic vise Reason is dying, an unspeakable End result of his dead paradise This is his Omniclasm Back in the ash cloud that once was Earth The Nucleomancer remains Comprehends the King’s plan at last Bellows and rises in flame Furious blaze explodes in size And the King notes the emerald speck Howling up through the airless gloom Blossoming green from total black Usurper begins to coalesce Threads of physics all unwind “All hail the king,” the stars cry, dying A final battle at the end of time Sword Is Raised And morningstar meets it, gargantuan flares Sent thundering from non-corporeal steel Each strike blocked is answered, in a Cosmic, cacophonous catherine wheel The King sees his way to destroy everything A last concept lies behind his foe He swings, enemy thinks it a miss And readies the killing blow Omniclasm The King begins to cackle At the climax of the bout His aim was true, he’d run it through Reality itself winks out

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025