In the Walls
Cursed by my name I am no fiend I know their stories are lies Whispered tales: dark and obscene Can't you hear them alive in the night These bastards--they will not let me sleep I am no monster You must believe me I am not guilty It was the rats in the walls Leading me further Perpetual horror Into the cellars below Death, blood on my hands Padded walls surrounding me I can't believe what they say Damn them all It wasn't his face on that fungous thing It's voodoo, I tell you That spotted snake I'll teach you to mock my family I am no monster You must believe me I am not guilty It was the rats in the walls Leading me further Perpetual horror Into the cellars below Can't you hear them alive in the night These bastards--they will not let me sleep I am no monster You must believe me I am not guilty It was the rats in the walls Leading me further Perpetual horror Into the cellars below You must believe me I am not guilty It was the rats in the walls
Submitted by Finntroll — Mar 29, 2026
A whisper in your ear Words can deceive Beyond this door you'll see your future A banquet for the dead A child cries Voices beckoning Run away, never look back Mother of dragons Daughter of death A fire must burn Fate in your hands For death, love and life Three mounts to ride Betrayal you'll know Drink! From the cup of fire and ice Child of storm Slayer of lies Dark wings descending Arms open wide Visions are fading Now you die! Ashes to ashes This palace of dust Dancing in flames, they writhe Crumbling Withering A corrupt heart will cease to beat Paper-thin, their voices cry...
Submitted by Finntroll — Mar 29, 2026
The Bloody Meadow I am the king of rhymes I'll choose the songs you will hear tonight Just drink up your wine and think not of tomorrow's fight So I take you far away to times of old and maidens fair as day and heroes legend told In blood and steel you'll see Immortal songs of victory I keep eternal life My songs will live on though I shall die So think not on strife or what may come at battlecry When our eyes grow dim and pale The songs remain to tell the tale So take up your sword in hand Even as the last man dies Cry loud and make your final stand and my song shall rise And red the grass beneath his feet, and red his banners bright, and red the glow of setting sun that bathed him in its light. "Come on, come on" the great lord called, "my sword is hungry still." And with a cry of savage rage, They swarmed across the rill... So I take you far away to times of old and maidens fair as day and heroes legend told In blood and steel you'll see Immortal song your desinty I sow the seed of song All hear the tales I tell of days by gone Of right and wrong And life and death under the sun Now hear the legend and lore These songs live on forevermore So take up your sword in hand Even as the last man dies Cry loud and make your final stand and my song shall rise And red the grass beneath his feet, and red his banners bright, and red the glow of setting sun that bathed him in its light. "Come on, come on" the great lord called, "my sword is hungry still." And with a cry of savage rage, They swarmed across the rill... And there he stood with sword in hand, the last of Darry's ten... I sing your song this night A tale of rebellion's tragic end Like second sight Recall the day you fell again Then you drew your final breath Immortal life given in death And red the grass beneath his feet, and red his banners bright, and red the glow of setting sun that bathed him in its light. "Come on, come on" the great lord called, "my sword is hungry still." And with a cry of savage rage, They swarmed across the rill...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 14, 2025
Blood of the dragon flows through my heart A silver maiden born to be bought My brother's torment I've ever known Waking the dragon against his own For all the pain that you had wrought I never thought This day would ever come Love, hate, pain, suffering The cycle starts again with every day I lived your design Naive in truth 'til my destiny took me away So my sun and stars My hero from afar Go give the king his crown of gold The beggar king had dared to raise his sword In the peaceful hall of the horselords Some little part of me would set him free Instead he'll die this night by my decree
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 14, 2025