Lightbringer

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Destiny has brought you here Escaping from the claws of fear To this unknown realm of secrecy and pain What can you trust? What is real? What does this chasm in your mind conceal? Who are you? Gazing in to the abyss Secrets, darkness, mental void Awaken, blinding thoughts destroy Words of truth are calling you Desolation is the saviour they can never subdue Serpents are rising in darkness Uncoiling in obscurity To crack the cross and scorn the laws To greet death and feel it´s claws You need a mind of steel and a burning soul To turn your back on the indolent world And see barren wastelands unfurl You need a will divine and a treaty with the unknown The sting of truth, behind the masque Lightbringer

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

This desolate darkened battlefield soaked in my cold black blood Lies empty, dead and scarred This desolate broken body of mine bound by pure will Stands victorious and tall With the strenght of a thousand and one Devils I faced the madmans odds Ready to be devoured On the razorsharp, traitorous edge of the end with a roar I broke the line I saw the bastards fall Cursed I can´t break the spell With furious anger and fists of death Growling underdog With wrath I was one With my back to the chasm I forgot my cause And lost my love of life All I know is war I stride right through this hell In league with death and pain My last drop of blood all I need Still I´m burning but never fearing There´s no healing in sight but victory is mine Wounds are all I am made of, conflict is my soul Rising in terror So greive me, I´m vibrantly dead I´m forcing my own will to live

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

In the abyss, the darkness of the minds Nine eyes open on three heads An ancient terror, black monstrosity, Awakens and belows out in hate Anti trinity, heretics divinity is alive and Thirst for war It’s prison has decayed, hero’s ideals betrayed, Civilization a dead idea Your hollow world has lost it’s meaning Your god is dead From the pits the threeheaded one Arises in fury Earthquakes, lightning, poisoned strikes, It attacks relentlessly Behold the chimaera Your towers high, your golden temples All has become ash All your dreams are nightmares now as the Monster stalks inside In the scorching wake of the antispirit, Truth arises and a new world Legions march! Lion, serpent and ram, forged with a Blackhole heart Fire, venom, tenacity Mystic energies align, opposites connect As it’s spine Blood boiling fury shakes the earth Your hollow world has lost it’s meaning Your god is dead From the pits the threeheaded one Arises in fury Earthquakes, lightning, poisoned strikes, It attacks relentlessly Behold the chimaera Your towers high, your golden temples All has become ash All your dreams are nightmares now as the Monster stalks inside In the scorching wake of the antispirit, Comes death

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

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In this trench we lie, this trench of ice and snow In this trench we wait for the enemy to show The red are dug in well in the village that we burnt At eight we will attack on commander Siilasvuo's order Relentless winter howls, the wind and snow brings white death But the greatest pain of all is Russian feet upon our soil KILL, break them down into mottis Strike them hard, giving them hell Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die A choir of rifles cry as we rush to kill or die Towards blackened ruins we advance under fire Friends around me fall and scream in agony I clench my teeth in rage and fire my rifle KILL, break them down into mottis Strike them hard, giving them hell Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die The few of iron, sword of the lion Tenacious they would not fall to the hammer and sickle They fought in fury, above and beyond duty The red giant has fallen in Suomussalmi My aim is my best friend and my rifle is my god There's no mercy in my heart, I send them to their cold white grave The village is now ours, our foe flees over frozen lakes No Russian will be spared, our land and freedom has a cost KILL, break them down into mottis Strike them hard, giving them hell Let them know, the sons of Suomi fear not to die The few or iron, sword of the lion Tenacious they would not fall to the hammer and sickle White lands of Finland bloodsoaked and severed Ooh, the crimson snow of Suomussalmi 11.000 met 50.000, 900 Finns would fall, 27.000 red They fought in fury, above and beyond duty The red giant has fallen in Suomussalmi

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Attention, form a line, can’t you hear the alarms of duty call? Protection of our ways, our terrible immoral foe must fall I break you down, make you kneel The pressure of the world you feel You’re given arms told to fight Don’t try to see what’s wrong from right You’re too small, I’m too great In my hand I hold your fate, Thou shall kill, thou shall burn, through you my foes will learn, that I am the lord, I’m the bloodgod Illusion, grand deceit, thoughts are planted in your feeble mind Intrusion of your life, disinformation makes you blind I break you down, make you unreal The pressure of the world you feel You’re given lies told as truth You don’t need to see the proof I’m too great, you’re too small To ask questions when towers fall Thou shall not see, thou shall not hear Thou shall only fear and fear, ‘cause I am the lord, I’m the bloodgod Conclusion, selfsecurity, I am me, I rule my destiny Envision, I see my path. Your dirty lies cannot reach within I won’t be broken, I won’t kneel No pressure breaks this spine of steel I am armed, I will fight I’m a one man murder squad full of spite I’m too great, standing tall, I will stand to see you fall Here I stalk among your slaves Who are marching of towards their graves, ‘cause I won’t spill my blood for the bloodgod

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

There’s a new dawn on the rise And I see it with new eyes I’m breaking my old chains And my darkened path goes on, It leads me to my throne, My crown is called revenge Rising from my corpses ashes to greet the rising sun I feel fire in my blackened self, a burning certainty The bite of the luminous serpent has given me new life, I was wrong holding my own leash, I’m a god unstoppable I mount the throne prepared within, King of gods and god of kings, through war, Through blood, through fire, ascend I see my will manifesting, I enforce divine law, I see through the illusory prison, The force that is me turns your world to dust You can never enslave me with fear again, Freedom is all that I am, I’m rising and towering over all, titan I mount the throne prepared within, King of gods and god of kings, through war, Through blood, through fire, ascend I mount the throne prepared within, King of gods and god of kings, through war, Through blood, through fire, ascend

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

London 1888 Dr. Francis Tumblety: Heureka! The drops work according to my design, The dreaded hour glass of death no longer includes me The Grim Reaper: I can see you dear doctor, I see your unholy brew, But no-one cheats my scythe from it’s ransom of life Dr. Francis Tumblety: My glorious life, prolonged in agelessness, Forever I will live, Never fearing the end The Grim Reaper: Oh hello my dear doctor, I think you know who I am You owe me in life’s years, oh how shall you repay? You must kill three sickly victims prematurely, So the balance is upheld Here are names addresses and descriptions You must kill to repay the life you have taken, Because in the end it belongs to me Dr. Francis Tumblety: Oh here I stalk these terrible streets, Full of filth and derelicts To execute harlots soon to die from disease, Two are dead and the third ones life soon shall cease If only I could find her in this dirt and decay, To the grim one my bill I could pay But see here is another in illness soon to be gone, Oh why should death bother, a bum is bum Dr. Francis Tumblety: Plague ridden am I, due to my trip to the slums But soon I face my end, for death cannot be escaped The Grim Reaper: Oh hello my dear doctor, how do you do? I owe you in life’s years and I sure shall repay You know you murdered the wrong young woman, She was not soon to die, she was about to recover from illness So I owe you another fifty years of fever, pain anguish and solitude, Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Dr. Francis Tumblety: Nooo!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

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