The Last Neanderthal

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Centuries I’ve lived on Shadow Earth In every war I’ve proved my worth A knight forever on his own But now my memories call me home Nine princes in Amber Just one can be king Make war on my brothers And curse the chaos that we bring My powers now return to me I forge my own reality The Liege of Amber is long gone I’ll raise the guns of Avalon Nine princes in Amber Just one can be king Make war on my brothers And curse the chaos that we bring Now I must suffer Amber’s crown I will not let my father down Armies of Chaos press their claim But with my brothers I’ll remain Nine princes in Amber Just one can be king Make war on my brothers And curse the chaos that we bring

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Did you drink from the bottle, did you smoke at the wheel If you lived your life over, would you lie, cheat and steel? Did you pray for your angel, did you push when she fell? Did she slave for your spirits, does your angel look like hell? Cause she’s had more than her fill of this bitter, bitter pill Do it up, choke it down and take a hit Cause baby its a bad, bad trip In your tarp-covered shack on the edge of town The Dealer-man says, “Lay your money down, punk You owe me, loser, but you cannot pay So I’ll take your pretty daughter...just for the day.” “Oh, Daddy, Daddy, please don’t make me go He’s big, he’s mean, I know he’ll hurt me so.” The Dealer laughs and leaves a bag for you And now your Angel’s dead so you could use Did you pound down the church door, did you fall down to your knees Was that house cold and empty, did it echo to the cry of your pleas? Did you drink from the bottle, did you fall to the floor If you lived your life over, would you do the things you done before?

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Life is a gift I wish it away Takes all of my will to get through the day They say that I’m blessed with a factory job Instead I feel cursed like Odysseus’ dog A dog that rolls over just for a bone but longs to go out and play I spend my strength on this unyielding stone and I know that tomorrow I’ll do the same thing as today I spend all my time at something I hate Oh how’d I get here? I guess its just fate Its good to provide for those whom you love So gather your strength and give one more shove At work I slog through a river of mud while the clock seems to stand still The Son of Sisyphus slavin’ away just to drag and to push and to roll that great rock up the hill The older I get the less that I know It ain’t over yet but I want to let go Like Prometheus chained to the cliff the vultures gnaw me inside And though I heal up at night when I’m home I know they will find me again ‘cause at work I can’t hide

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

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Black Robe to the Abenaki chief: The Sun King has promised you relief So gather all your warriors to me We’ll push the English back into the sea Said the Chief to his Abenaki braves: You may keep the young women as slaves But the men must not go free Just leave all the children to the Priest So they went on the warpath On the evening of Candlemas Crept up without a sound To burn York down to the ground Can you do 35 miles a day Cause Canada is a long ways away Woman marchin’ with the injuns through the snow Lay down and let her spirit go The French priest and the Abenaki chief Drawing deep on their separate beliefs Lay a curse on her dying on the ground And now her ghost walks the streets of York town But that wraith had the final revenge Cause York is not ruled by the French And the Great Tribe lost of all of Maine Nothin’ left of them but lots of place names And nobody cares no more ‘bout the French and Indian Wars And they browse through your trinkets and trash On the grounds of a great blood-bath

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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At the dawn of summer with black flies in my eyes Through bloody tears I bless a new sunrise In the dead of winter at 25 below I shiver under heaven’s starry glow all alone When a storm is brewing the woods begin to talk Screaming trees and howling wind through rock Clearly through the chaos I hear a woman’s voice “I’m the one you lost but for a choice” to be alone Some would blame my mother, but she was not unkind And father never beat me when I wouldn’t mind Rather, like a pilgrim from a better, vanished time Through my deprivation I seek divine Across the lakes a cabin a home away from home Prayer won’t feed this body that I own I know you’d call it stealing to take your summer stock But ‘twixt my death and reverie lies a lock A siren of the evening says I must pay my dues She mocks my image on the nightly news But soon they will release me to wander own my own Up to far Aroostook I will roam....to lay my bones all alone

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025