Nemesis Engine
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By the blackened dawn of balefire The imperial necropolis tower Guarded by ancient wraiths and specters; Infused, I focus my power. The chemistries of eternal flesh Dark runes etched upon the bones Mortality shed as vestigial skin I have forged my own fate and throne. Rise, and serve your Queen! Cast minds aside, and lend might to the machine The arcane promise of potence Let the stygian assembly commence. The destiny of my forbears Those born of charnel bloodlines To craft the plagues of death and conquest... The privilege is mine. I have heard the call of the arcana Forbidden by cowards and the weak Dread visions have led me through catacombs To master the deathless technique My flesh despoiled and armored Tattered tendrils and wires, my raiments The apocalypse at my fingertips I set forth to make my ascent. Rise and serve your Queen! Cast freedom aside and lend might to the machine The arcane visions of warfare The Lich Queen's doctrine declared. Seize the knowledge of artifice and sorcery Carve the pathway to progress in plagues Ignite siege engines with blood and alchemy Crush souls upon the anvils; prepare to invade!
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
Feeding the machine Driven by morbid avarice (Your) weakness and fear Replaced with valor for your Queen It is with pleasure I extract your beating heart Your cowardice proves your inadequacy! I consume your young and supple flesh And your weak mind Your pleads of mercy echo through my courtyard Your pathetic soul Joins the rest of my army! Feed the nemesis engine Your fragile minds replaced With steel and fire Weak and useless forms have been repurposed The world has fallen to my power In this plane of nightmare Your eternity is mine to decide Now, meet your gruesome fate! Incineration as the cleansing process This hungry earth engulfs you whole Invictus; unconquered Unmatched in sovereignty Fueling the Nemesis Engine Your obsolete minds Replaced with steel and fire Weak and useless forms have been repurposed The world has fallen to my power
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
Thanatotic designs upon the blacksmith’s altar Enhanced implements of annihilation; fallen infantry equipped for war. Behold: the Sepulcher Legionnaires! The frontline corps; the vile vanguard Baneful eyes gleam in the darkness to hunt the living, mortal dissidents Regiments crawl forth from the crypts to be recruited from near and far Rituals of strength and binding cast upon their armaments No mercy, no rest for superior soldiers Desolation follows where they tread. Dispatched to march against the world These are the tactics of the dead. Necromantic refineries produce the weaponry Golems work the ebony ingots to carry out the killing decree. Tremble before the Legionnaires – compelled to ravage and slay Cannons fire upon the walls of the weak, dismal nations To ensure their allegiance, they must perish and be made to obey Through military might, the foundation is set for advanced creations.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
The kings of the sands spat a curse upon this land Divinity did revile their deeds A pox of stone to all that denied the throne The gods did call upon the priests to intercede Met at the gates, they stood to actuate And quell the chattel poised to rebel Millions lament at the base of the monuments Thus did the priests unleash the spell As serpents feast on scavenging beasts Awaken the divine constructs of the Architect! Obsidian guardians bound by mystic rites Waiting for the sovereigns to resurrect Heed the call of the ancient lords Scorched skeletons of the slaves The scepter and the sword Unworthy to the sons of the highborn graves; The filth of the world will be purged by the Hierophant The blood was strewn and coursed through the spiral runes Insurgent survivors turned to stone The king could not see – petrified by the victory The dire portents still unknown The Hierophant did warn of the ash and the coming storm The doom that crept across the dunes The wrath of the winds bound all in limestone skin And buried Pharaoh and subjects in a peasant's tomb
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Crawl across the floor Bound by shackles and leather hood Approach slowly to your goddess, Seated on her feathered throne Kneeling at my feet; encased in black sheaths of ecstasy Fulfill your deepest desire to submit to me Slave, drone, worm! You are nothing but scum A worthless drone - a slave at my disposal You’re here to be of service, and nothing more Your soul belongs to me now Forevermore Slice your skin with sharpened heel Blood flows forth to feed my hunger Your screaming heard throughout my chambers Your pain is my eternal pleasure Filth, sloth, dog! Return now to this steel cage, and take your place with the rest of my minions Your only purpose here is to please your queen It’s what you've always wanted in your darkest dreams Kneeling at my feet; encased in black sheaths of ecstasy Fulfill your deepest desire to submit to me Scum, waste, rat!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
Hear the clarion call to arms Adorn the greaves of gravestones The communal barrow grows restless with alarm The seeds have been sown. From the soil comes a ponderous pulse The gangrenous mound of heroes Mouldered and rancid, the stench to repulse From the boneyards, the Colossus arose. The might of a thousand strong Surging through the brute The corpus eclipsing the dawn The Colossus crushes all! Coalesced in the afterlife A towering miscreation Poised to deliver the final smite The Colossus crushes all! The ossuaries cannot withstand the weight Of the fallen that dwell within Broken vows, betrayal and hate The valorous battles that could have been. Such anguish consolidates in time And grows compliant to arcane command Thus, one body rises from hallowed grime To smash the unworthy under cragged hands. All nations will remember this day of reckoning. Let all dissidents break beneath the giant’s steps Once and for all.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
Enter into the forbidden realms of dire enlightenment The tomes and scrolls sealed away by the ascendant gods To stand upon the precipice of lore and derangement Pierce through the barriers to the Athenaeum's facade. Tendrils of elder monstrosities Slither throughout this sanctum Unearthly luminosity Reveals the secrets beneath the stygian shroud. Here, I peruse every codex, grimoire, and lexicon That darkness itself condemned to obscurity Malignant stars, astral horrors, and abyssal maelstroms I reap the wisdom to arm against these threats and impurities. I shall not suffer the visions of demented prophets No dreaded gods or demons will deter my fate I will reforge this world as a weapon of grand design From the Stygian Athenaeum, I stand poised to annihilate.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
(The stygian battery is primed to extinguish…) Artillery contrived through the pulse of the spirits Claimed within the umbral webs The coffin shells creep slowly across the battlefields Bearing the noxious ammunition of incorporeal dead. The art of virulent ballistics – the unseen hunger of dread phantoms Eternal nightmares of the unfulfilled now fired in salvos as one. Repurposed for siege and extinction – apparitions in untold supplies. They echo the death of centuries as they disperse and bring your demise. We harvest the wretched wastes of infinite despair The endless winds of the gray, dismal fields The eidolons that wander in blind, quivering masses Ensnared in recruitment to fuel the munitions we wield. Destruction shall fall upon organic life To feed the hunger of ravenous, spectral husks The ordnance pervades through all resistance Carrion cannons bring lethal release from existence.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Upon the carcass of the old god We gather where the dread shadows walk. We distort the wills of weak drones Cathedrals built from the bones of the flock Reapers stalk the charnel chantry Where the wretched pray to the void The champion’s sunken eyes sewn shut The Apostle Thrall is deployed. Bow before the herald of despair Evangelical deterioration Follow and submit to the new conviction Bound forever in eternal salvation. Believe in the messenger of the blight This scripture scarred upon the husk The words speak of cataclysms to come The extinctions and the storms of dust The raw power sealed within The blind eyes of the emissary Will be released upon the death of centuries Your subversion is necessary.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Gather in the trenches Gather, one and all Gather in the killing fields To amass and gnaw upon the fortress walls... Here the flames of carnage burn the weakest of men The bastards of a world destined to falter and break. We abolish the blasphemies of feeble flesh My presence enervates all life within my wake. Here we lay roots upon these cursed lands Reclaiming the glory of the necrolords The threads of fate and domination resonate through me My soldiers of bone shall march like puppets in hordes. From Necropolis they march in my name My empire, my nation, they carry the flame At my behest, arise the undead and restless Marching as one...for progress and conquest. Gather to the ruins Gather as the nations fall Gather all the raw remains To bolster and build the stronghold walls. Here is where I've watched the mortal queens and kings Plead before me on bended knees The decrepit and corrupt that lead the masses of minds Like parasites they feed, they would defy our disease. There is no power here but mine, and no bargains to gain No wealth among thralls that dwell in gibbets of rust All minions shall be roused by the force of my will Every corpse called upon the war to do as they must. Terminals built upon the bulwarks Massacre intruders to my domain Zeppelins patrol the skies in prodigious arcs Across this mausolean terrain. We dissect the land and its inhabitants in the name of my research The sciences of arcane mysteries shall be unveiled at last Thus we shall assail, slay and prevail against the tribes of mankind And banish memories of freedom and mortality to the past. I, the sovereign Lich Queen declare this world at war Come heroes, creatures, and gods - for I am the one to abhor. My destiny etched in dragons’ bones - who dares to challenge my reign? I am the scion of life’s bane.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025