Ashlands
Lord of you and all A million miles away I'm the keeper of waste to the drought of your past Here lies the dust of you before from the ashes of your stand An illusion of souls now scarred A place for all to find Fumes of tellus tomb Guide my path Shivering is the presence of the smell of eternal grace My black trophy fields Home of no spoken words Here calm and stillness besets In the restingplace for every last ape A beautiful remembrance to the cursed given gift and the grandest of tributes to life's insignificance Lord of you and all A million miles away I'm the keeper of waste to the drought of your past This sloap leads there To what you once were Sealed to silence now This is the sight for gods
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
I belong nowhere and to noone but this Come to me, my cold escape, my everlasting A work towards a past so near where ties are torn and time is the enemy I've torn off the heads of clinging ailments I've forced away all signs of illness I build the ruins of your tomorrow Icon of stone in the face of agony Sorrow's source follows a scent of misery Angstcloud's cut sweeps down and plows my path At last the tides have come... Release the mighty floods Let them all wash over me See beyond my sins through their eyes Let them be drawn and undone Heckled, ridiculed, detested, abused Cursed, isolated, tormented, possessed Before's embodied and now is dead At my side it always stands The key companion for one vicinity Truth's vision is always too clear Chained, sentenced, punished, banished Released, consumed, enlightened, crowned Without heart, without soul, we walk Road of ash is paved for me forever For forever is mine and mine to travel
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
The brick wall comes thrown at me as I hit my face already covered in blood Phosphor sinuses filled now aching Misty brazen come and goes When morning is here to mock Those spots between the trees act as temporary shades to the waves of an irking bye A needle's eager sting catches up to carve holes in a perpetual motion Tarbird's wake greets unexpectedly I grow wings as tall as towers My sight elevates and my skin hardens Fingers morph into giant claws Breathing burning tires Misty brazen come and goes when morning is here to mock Those spots between the trees act as temporary shades to the waves of an irking bye I roam retreating streets now red My flight takes a halt in a wire's bed And out of the blind she's timed it right - again Dawn is here at last mark this succulent occasion
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
The inherent plague of a place you don't know A built in dynamic ground that constantly moves has evolved through a series of events from far before Culmination stands as the threshold to see its light The origin of a once tainted pool has cleared the way for another A cycle pushed to a new natural order Wisdom now serving its purpose Time and time again until the passing day Sands, made separated just to be joined Spores spreading in the same repetitive manner Landing the very same purpose Come knowledge and the faintest of weeds will grow and the long dead hollow trees begin to bear fruit Spokes created to fit several needs yet there's only a single wheel for many For one will many others wills shall gather Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent bearing a complexion presented in pale conducting the laws of hood This foundation stands below one throne So lift your idols high, high for him to see and prove your worth collective, give birth to the growing core of cowerdise A passive cause has always served the extinct Living life is not meant to be a compulsion Drop your pity and fucking roses for dead The blaze of wrath will always do the talking For one will many others wills shall gather Its face will always carry the mark of the penitent Innate of the black leech is here when welcoming the second wave... In lush darkness he moves before you Like the pioneers had done before him he uncovers the piece that was unknown and carves the final symbol into the stone
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Notes compile into this inside serenade Enticement's spell is here again Centered self in a single voice Deafering false outer harmony When sway surroundings cave in on you and the flies rape the pile of dung Then she will be there and never alone The corrective constant, she's yours in all Whenwe're at the altar steps That's when I'll ask her for her hand Her kiss forms the venomous horns As the abyss laws reek in the open The order made the beast grow Now worth a mere whisper alone The locks are there to keep the other melodies away and her holding one key for a number Lured before the feat of all feats What a way for her to challenge fate As we're standing at the altar steps That's when I ask her for her cold hand Gentle force, an affectionate touch, is all it takes Smiling I see her horrid, surprised face As she takes the beautiful dance of tumble to fall Now watching me, staring, silently screaming she slowly takes her leave, vanishing past the edge
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Quiet lies the soil of dawn's wake The fields await it still, deadlike, frozen Gray dim shades slowly flow by hidden Like a veils umbra they stir beyond notice The transition has begun Only a warrior's blessing will do The ritual's outcome depends on it Affecting all who strive to see the heavens From nowhere they appear into the open Visible at once to the vulture's sight Force jargon adaption, lined up to oblivion Tied to one fate and one fate alone As the air thickens they come alive Another cane placed in the sand Sinking as it's eaten to immersion Wood turned into liquid gold The polygon of strivers take form in the far distance Nothing but the turn of squealing wheels is perceived This one has seen through the worst of hailstorms and fires Still it keeps forming trails everywhere it turns The carriage is moving the load of the lost from the several that have heard it rumble Sickness has left its soul mark upon those who've come too close or crossed its path Long have they traveled yet they've only covered the harder ground Numbers have been put to past, and there are many more to forget Onward the carriage rolls just to see a meaningless journey's end The rise of the seven suns Spawn the beams in stale sot Scraping the remains from the virgin skull There is nothing emptiness can't fill
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
Behold the fog's disgust in the coal mirror's taint Blood crowned and autonomous... It naturally blends into the damp interior Around it the ceiling pans in a crawl of flash in motion of ember forcing the moist's retreat Roots are buried deep into a soil well familiar with the dry vines coming from a far away source A strength now turned, diverted since time began Bury me alive! Smoked coal fire lung Behind the mound a naked shell surrounds the eye Blood crowned and autonomous... A virgin undressed, stripped of its stained cloth Owned by the wind and hauled at first sight Aimlessly floating on uncharted waters with one lonely port to reach Aversion's eye works the mine and cries razor's rust Swallow the sound! A ripped tar pulse runs inside The beating cracks even elude the prophets Nothing will stand thisnow ! The taunts coverthe leaking hull! Blood crowned and autonomous... Damaged since it first made birth still wishing for a cove Now onging for the waves to tuck her to bed This whore was built to rot - a lady cut to drown
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
The dryweed's tumble causes worry It carries a matter that raises brows In times like these it'll silence all wonders All will seek out the hayman's banner Here they gather from all far corners The past has placed them there From dark silhouettes it treads to light The cattle builds a silent awe The minion leader speaks The words touch out to all tongues Its cords bleed the entire farm It even feeds the deaf The message reaches most Inside the outline a different note is forming A few years are put to rest The bigger herd grows wiery The echoes, still present in the fields The words touched out to all tongues Leaving a lasting sensation on the walker They've even fed the deaf The roaring caught most Inside the outline a different note hass formed The few years are put to the test The bigger herd grows in numbers The hinges break and the lid blows wide open before the air catches its breath diffusion Riders of red are freed to devour The earth shakes ansd the barns are lit Shepherd's ranch is sent to hell
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.