To Those Who Stand Against Us
Pray to war! Cold submission. Kneel! Gather the plague of faithful! The zealous, the fateless... the cleansing begins Doom brigades March ever onwards Badlands made of flesh Iron savage: kill for honour! Charge through blood and scattered remains Gone are they who ruled before us Order was their lie Justice found in heartless battle In seas of spears we die In sacred conflict, men as gods Lead armies of attrition Slaughter now becomes our privilege Pray to war... the new religion Purify with death! Funeral pyres in thousands Expel the souls of endless dead Devolved to beasts and hounds of war They rip and tear asunder Pain becomes their exaltation Penitence and thunder Taint the skies with murder! Hear curses cast with dying breath! Silent reek of mass impalement Harvesters are swarmed Monuments of carrion burden poisoned earth No victor lies among them Purify with death! Pray to war... Cold Submission Pray to war... The New Religion
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Deep in the vortex... Scattered is life Visage of emptiness... Darkness is rife Celestial corpses lie still, overthrown Shrines to their greatness are wastelands of stone Deposed, defiled by the splendour of fools Entombed with the flesh they had ruled Fallen, makers by their children were doomed Trampled limp in time-ravaged ruins Slaves, driven mad with envy of gods Shades in the dead of the stars Here perished aeons of the glory untold Now a tale only told by its scars Deep in the vortex... Scattered is life Visage of emptiness... Darkness is rife Flawed by creation, Summoned the will to destroy Chained to the ages, burn in the gaze of the stars Cold is the vortex, scattered is life Gods broken, erased and entombed Once reigned a power so ageless and cruel Now their pitiless thrones are destroyed Beasts, they wrought from dead of the rift Now slaves to the makers of old Heaven and hell shall be crushed in their wake The fate of the universe ridden with scars To know is to murder To speak is to fight And woe is the moment When lore becomes might Floating distortions Of decadent past The mighty have fallen before Like echoes of battle... on dissident planes The tides had devoured their shores Omnipotents fallen by knowledge alone Forgotten and dead is their reign No spoils for the victor but desolate void The knowledge of ancients now dead and destroyed No purpose No masters They perish and fall The tides had devoured their shores
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Mantle of imperium, come fall into my hands With terror and oppression I will pacify the lands The overthrown lie far below, Impenetrable tomb Idols of their godhood heaped in pyramids of ruin Cohorts gather! Billions heed my call For power everlasting I would sacrifice them all Countless numbers, banners hold my name The thunder of a thousand hooves is herald to your end Deified, cry out below: exalt my hated name Like refuse of the ages, I have cast you to the flame To those who stand against me I'll return to ash and dust Forbidden knowledge, entropy, come... fuel my power lust! Master! God King! Bestow us with riches and spoils of war Rise! Conquer! Put our enemies to the sword Let fly arrows! Shimmering death obscures the sun Rush them! Trample! Cities are razed to the dust Murder their prophets, Effigies slashed Idols beheaded... Altars are smashed
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Curse them! Suromatae, Pitiless slaughterers Routed we stand At the edge of oblivion Ares - Bringer of death Warlord, God of our ancient enemy Send your fiery hosts to visit Death upon our foe Ares... Guide my blade to terrible victory! Ares... Send my arrows to pierce their hearts! Fearless, we face our end With cold indifference Mounted, two bodies one We kill in harmony Flay them! Cast their bodies to wingéd predators, earthly scavengers Take their heads and mount them In the splendour of your hall Ares... Guide my blade to terrible victory! Ares... Send my arrows to pierce their hearts! Leave regrets behind me, Travel with the wind, My enemies surround me... With final words I cry: To those who stand against me I’ll return to ash and dust! Come lead your bastard herd to die In mercy do I trust! Lift our bows towards the Gods We care not if we die! Hades fills with weaker men Our killing blows did send... Cohorts here are gathered In gold and shimmering scale Our enemies before us Their slanted faces cold and pale Earth! Swallow them before us Sky! Make our serpents fly War! Grant their army malediction Falcons! Take us skyward as we fall Ares... Guide my blade to terrible victory Ares... Grant them misery, hell for eternity Ares... Send my arrows to pierce their hearts
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Fall beneath the glistening sun, on starving earth they shatter The spires of an age of gold return to crumbling matter Cities of bejewelled splendour, bleak and white as bone The symbols of their dominance today are overthrown Spires... Ashes! Reduced to earth and stone Spires... Ashes! The winds of change have blown Banners raise in thousands, the mountains call our name The rivers part before us as the forests rise in flames Pillars shake and tremble to the rhythm of our feet Their lands will fear our armies and their waters fear our fleet Fall beneath the glistening sun on starving earth they shatter The spires of an age of gold return to crumbling matter That once they lived in greatness comes to nothing in our eyes From the bodies of the fallen greater days shall come to rise... Cast our eyes towards the east in greater dreams of power Oracles sing devastation, nearer comes the hour Their pyramids will topple, shattered skies above the loom As empires turn to nothing, cry in god-forsaken doom! Banners raise in thousands, the mountains call our name The rivers part before us as the forest rise in flames Pillars shake and tremble to the rhythm of our feet Their lands will fear our armies and their waters fear our fleet
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
Alone I stand before you O father of the sky The open steppe beneath my feet As far as falcons fly… Come hear my savage spirit Echo past the unmarked graves Of those who stand against us Of those, who sought to make us slaves… To you… I pray… March onward whores of Persia You will never tame this land… You are blind in my dominion… You are insects to my hand. Fly, like fearful avians Hide in the folds of the earth like vermin Submerge beneath the waves you think to command Or fall beneath our arrows. Hear me coward emperor: I will never march to the crack of your whip… My armies will bleed the ranks of your invincible columns I will drink from the clefts of your departed head! I will punish you As you sought to punish me Your noble bones will kindle my fire As your soldiers kneel in shame. Our might is the crushing fist of the gods Our rush is the frozen wind of open plains Hear your sycophantic prophets chant your annihilation. Your fate is written.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
Worthless slaves, lick at yours conqueror's heels Chained, shackled... march in sorry procession Mercy forsaken, laugh at your pride in tatters Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak! Cries of your women riddle the burning air Starving dogs devour you as you bleed What gods will deliver you from your pointless existence? Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak! Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven Hear the call to insurrection sound Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs Cruellest death shall visit on your sons Lords, makers, prayers fall silent Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat Thousands strong, ride from distant horizon... Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men! Toil! In earthly forges work until your end! Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death! Earth and water: life in total submission Dynasties shall spit upon your crude and weakling breed! Rule of iron! Feed our armies with your children Perish for our greatness, throw your meaningless lives away! Dirges sing for the nameless We who are erased Save our honour Spit in the face of the victor From empty steppe They came to curse our lives Blood spilling reavers To burn our homes and take our wives Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men Toil! In earthly forges work until your end! Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death! Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven Hear the call to insurrection sound Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs Cruellest death shall visit on your sons Lords, makers, prayers fall silent Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat Thousand strong, ride from distant horizon Bringing Scythian Death
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
I return from whence I came My body, withered and wrecked I feed the earth with my ruin my soul becomes a restless entity Lay me within my barrow tomb And heap my spoils around me Slaughter my horses and bury their reins So I may ride on glorious shores beyond... Send me to meet with my fathers And clash with Zopyrion's arms to riddle with Agni and watch over men Earthen roots consume the fallen Our bodies rot, our weapons rust Dirge of Hades, howl agony and tears of flame Tables set for the glorious banquet of the slain. Gaze afar, gaze beyond, Into unbound horizons ride! Darkened skies branch anew with rising dawn Unmade our essence soars to clouded realms Fated to be cleansed by feral streams Our purposeless being, The vision of fools The sins of our fathers Deposed was our rule I sing the funeral chant of my kin, In the endless wake of our battles, did we win? We sent the weak to the ground In the endless wake out our battles, what was found? Our Purposeless being, the vision of fools Our efforts for nothing, The threads of life begin… to fray Hear my final words, for everything returns to nothing. Gone, the jewelled spires of splendid cities, The victories of invincible armies, Gone The hordes of earthly kings, their names pass to legend, gone Our conquests are forgotten, I am the voice of unbecoming I dwell without end or remembrance, Until ...
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025