Riders of the Plague

So Salvation here runs the flood Here dies the love The banner of the ungranted and our darkest days The feelings that were forced Out of fear without a drop of remorse Now that the pain is released With Cryptic Seals and Signs Running over the heartstrings wretched and run dry When the feathered begin to fall With a voice like glass Born to Splint and Shatter The Touch of sunlight Like heavens plague the birth of black With hung halos of wrath and decay The furthest of faith the rider of plagues Our hands have reached thin of skin Sifted straight to bone Bear and Broken as the inventors hope Unseen by the believed Unbelieved by all who see So when you become every dream abhorred A being so bitter not worth the weight of ice in his words

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

When syllables go soundless the sensation kills you to the brink of burning from the fill of your filth to their lacking still while walking through these walls I am now dead and gone deep into your soul you may live on as nothing I am now dead and gone Reaching further into the void past the gates of slumber - forever night to a non-believer from a distance it seems much clearer the total loss of mind from suspended faith to where it must die It would be senseless to drag this out anymore that time could wither clock hands corrode Live on as nothing you live on as nothing While walking through these walls I've come to find no unconditional Breeding this fear deep into your soul I am now dead and gone

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

The gathering now of storms within that whip and rip the stead, joined at the head dying to make ready the deliverance to the land the swarming devourers, the murder Here are the fortunes to tell of our demonic dreams, the burt fires of hell painted in black the warmth is seething and moving all through me Total annihilation we are your masters now I can see them coming down like reign in the streets soaking into everything like blood through cloth scratching limbs from wing to claw all life will start to slow and freeze into position when the murder crows with likeness to shades much deeper than dull the infinite abyss forever hold Crushing your premonition Towers fall into the fire and razored hails of glass and steel brought down by stabs of rage without fear gashed hearts worked deep who refused to hear

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Blinded behind walls of self built stained glass focus enters eyes well watered at last, with vision split hewn end to end, life-force leaked from sun cracked skin in the blink of an eye, dying too is the quick this life story to tellwith one second to live The hammer comes down on thunder strikes where we burn fast in the build of our lives Slowing down to see the mountains you built this life story to tell with one second to live slowing down to see the time that passed you by your life story to tell with only one second to live Time takes throne to purge the fill of our flight when days turn into years and a loss of life death battles a mile away from your restless symphony the ridden thought unsound, the shadows that crept lonely all around The hammer comes down on thunder strikes where we burn fast in the build of our lives now waiting will just not work when tales must be told, changed and retold

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

There is an aftertaste to celebrate in the swings of my suicide or the lines I will draw by myself within the grasp, fictitious pasts, and all my doubts How can you see through the shadows with the blinding light burning in your eyes so where will all of you be when the killing fields are cleared and this world divides The loss of heart becomes unbearable and a vanishing point becomes intact so when a six foot drop is my best I will expect nothing less than a soldiers death There is an aftertaste to celebrate in the swings of suicide or the lines I've drawn at last for redemption and finally for my forgiveness in the end this bitterness bends simply encased in my withered hands

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

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We are all withered away in this suffered position with the choke of the truth the long unseen, the short believed if this is enough I'll distance my hands from heavens touch I cannot believe my eyes are seeing the breach of ours undone because the road to hell has become far to long March through the darkest light destroy everything in sight to the bane of our being all eyes open the awakening Decide now if you want in wrong a shallowing grin is sure to become; lies that shift the storm become blankets to man well worn ripe with stench and rot feeling the burst, awaken with pain with all to the wayside now we are destined to be below the freeze Now that these pages turn there is nothing but regrets gone distant so now that these pages burn it's one more thing that I won't regret

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

I will not bear the watch while the animated sadness releases a cyanide touch for us so utterly devastating it's measure glides the breath that is born of behemoth size unveiled exhumed when everything twists into form for you to see all in a perilous mourn with long relentless devotion the grant of these open wounds and this heartless rip the drains are waiting for the lost of your blood Enter all simple solutions the center of this wasteland so barren and bleak so feeble and weak with a quick flash of ice on your chest like falling into a mine field, face first Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope I will not let this subside for the still beating heart that is buried inside the depths of old to the births of war The weak will beg, swagger in decent the weak will beg, of instant revelations the weak will beg, in risk to repent the weak will beg, for death again and again and again The shattered screams of a people unfufilled with the sight and with the sound the reign of steel, their blood unbound Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Deep in the pit and lying alone Where death has reared itself a throne We're all the good, the bad, the worst and the best And where they land is their eternal rest Foul plays of passion at twilight's dim In joy of woe, of good and sin Winds of storm and fates overcast Darkly my presence is now your past Join the insanity or die as you fall ~Into the pit!~ The mass production and the killing of all ~Into the pit!~ The future screams for help are fading away ~Into the pit!~ The world tomorrow - will it die for today? Into the pit! So in the sad silent watches of night The lonely pathway envisions my sight Echoes of laughter and boundless cries So here I wander under infinite skies Join the insanity or die as you fall ~Into the pit!~ The mass production and the killing of all ~Into the pit!~ The future screams for help are fading away ~Into the pit!~ The world tomorrow - will it die for today? Into the pit!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 08, 2025

Can you hear us when we scream of our blinded beliefs ending all sanity the wrong to right indeed I wonder the promise to break instead to suffer Can you see us when we bleed with wounds a mile deep spraying profusely the pain to feel indeed it grows the tables to turn instead to feel Something inside us fades when weakness turns into trying we all must carry on for the slaughter and the dying Can you feel us when we kill everything that you have built we must stop at nothing the wrong to right, ha indeed I wonder the promise you broke instead, you suffer

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

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