Spiritual Wasteland

In the darkness of the alley Speaks the silence of the grave But the eyes of my spirit See the shades that seek the brave The demons haunt the innocence Of the souls once astray Tortured by the face of darkness In hope to fail their way Death is all around Been there since the dawn of time Hear the pounding of the secrets That is buried deep inside Like the tales deep in the sacred That spread diseases wide Fatal is the shape of him Who is waiting at the shrine Serving us the fruit of knowledge Stolen since the dawn of time I want to see Those of you who long to be free I've seen the one No need to cry He will dry the tears from your eyes With a steady hand He will lead you to the promised land Death is all around Been there since the dawn of time There is murder in the air Been there since the dawn of time

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Days of fear He was rising in the deepest of crisis So unexpected as a bringer of order He puts his name up in the highest of places A new emperor took over I saw the time - the mirror of the prophecies I saw the crime - the vanishing democracies Once a dream I saw the world recieved the signs from his vision So calculated with a great privity And no one dared to turn the face from his mission "Rise against the Trinity" Tha nations fall - affected by his miracles I heard the call - the idol and the rituales The name remained the same Terror There I saw the face of the antichrist Blessed were those found The answer Sheltered from the bound of the antichrist Well disguised Lost was the world by his blasphemous name Throwing its shadow of sorrow and pain I was alone with all the answers why Cried on my own, saw all nations die Souls grew so cold, darkened by times of fear Things I was told made me see things so clear The end was near The martyr was my role Sorrow A promise to my soul, "reviel the antichrist" So well disguised - he hypnotized The world was mesmerized

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

These walls are made of glass Not concrete as they seems What is wrong with this picture Behold a gilded frame Conceals the life within How is it that no one ever sees The depth of the colour of the blood red heart Yet always sees the mask Who sees behind your eyes The thoughts that dwell within The man behind the name Is like the dead walking If I fall asleep Will I wake up in a brand new eden Where water falls make the only noise I'll know The heart is far away Where life begins and ends With a longing far stronger than failures left behind Time is for healing Blending past within future hopes Performing is every thing Yet slowly westward sinking If I fall asleep Will I wake up in a brand new eden Where water falls make the only noise I'll know Watch me fall asleep I don't mind what ever you see The golden halls of eden call within The eyes of the world are watching your back Wispers in silence the things that you lack Twisted the souls, of those who bring it into light The warmth of their hearts like a cold winter night Watch me fall asleep...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Watching From a static view One password Enter, and proceed Pale light Burns my starring eyes I'm inside A new reality The world is like a spinning wheel Of high technology I have lost my sense to feel What is haunting... me? Slaving Under knowledge of Destruction Defeated by machine Change me Is there a living God To save me From synthetic dreams? Hysterical years of madness Artificial tears of sadness The world is like a spinning wheel... The system tells me what to think Solution is mind control Undress my values through the "link" A life beyond recall The world is like a spinning wheel Of high technology Lost in a vision so unreal Some one, hear me!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

I stand and watch the sea The storm is watching me I know the end is near Yet I don't feel the fear I see the face of an ancient king I stand and close my eyes As the world hears my sighs My friends, now enemies My case is clear to see The storm that came this day was no surprise The book of life revealed before my eyes Alone I stand when all is gone Riddle of eternity Alone I stand, it's the sign of the times Alone I stand when all is gone Riddle of eternity I stand and hear what's said I see one shake his head He's not wearing a crown So I watch him drown His fall, a thorn in my side, I cry What would you do If your eyes grew darkened For what you had chosen to see If you knew what would happen Wich sights would you chose Or just say it can't happen to me Is it that we live in a dream 'Cause the real world is too frightening to see Is the price too high to pay today So we'll wait 'till tomorrow To see if we can barter us free So we sleep like a child So we sleep like a child So we sleep

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Somewhere there's a gathering In a place where time exist The aisle of finest marble And walls of purest gold Be quiet don't speak Hear the silence whispering the secrets Hear the walls echo dreams from the past Be still, your in the temple Of Gods spirit, try to understand Whispers straight to the heart Precious is the time you give Precious is the life you live Cleanse your soul, your thoughts They will revive, so alive Thoughts they will revive The walls are still speaking Telling no lies In the temple The walls are still screaming Open your eyes In the temple Be quiet don't speak You are in the temple, time to learn to breathe Portrait the saviour, there's a crown to receive Lock the door, toss the key The fool of death, down on his knees Wants to pray, wants to stay Don't let him in His lounge could easily sweep you away Act with dignity You're an heir to the King of kings Who's message you bear deep down within Sweet as honey is the fruit of life Sweet as honey, bitterness will lie Fill your halls with jewels that never die Jewels that never die

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

It's been one day or two I can't really remember Watching the world alone Behind my iron curtain Waiting for the silence Protected, safe from violence Through streets made of stone Souls cry, dies beyond Knowledge of the quest Where grief comes to rest Poor life spins the thread Things remain unsaid Despising my sorrow, this life I have chosen In fear of what could be Sometimes I'm aware Of someone standing close to me A presence, one caress Who knows my loneliness Someone is knocking on my door Someone is knocking on my door It's been one day or two I can't really remember In hope the masses rise But who's the hand that guide them Longing for reliance This frightened soul of mine Turns wistful in the sight of grace The presence, the caress Will make my heart confess Someone is knocking on my door Someone, a serpent from before Yet someone, the lament for the poor Just one, will rise and one will fall Someone is knocking on my door

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

I'm distressed to keep the pace With cold synthetic ways Of the human race I seek a place to rest my mind Who's the guide, I'm blind Truth is hard to find I saw his face Was sweating blood The pain was there A King they thought would fail the test A crown of thorns Tears blend with blood A silent lamb tormented by the ones he loved I fear the truth to be my fall I hear the wise man call Where's my place in it all I've seen the fields of slaughtered souls Friends I used to know Seeds that couldn't grow I saw his face Was sweating blood A silent lamb tormented by the ones he loved Such a long time ago But still it makes me shiver Just the thought of it all All the time he knew But who would believe So alone in his thoughts He took our disbeliefs Nailed them to the wood He gave his life for you and me The scares went deep Down to his soul For you and me a silent sacrificial lamb

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

I see your anger I see your fear Time will slowly fade away the youth you hold so dear You're six feet under And still you breathe Lines that crawl across your face will ruin your faith in what you need I am the lord your God, who brought you out of Egypt Out of the land of slavery, you shall have no other gods before me Holy Father, eye to eye, teach me wisdom, how to fly Holy Father, mend my wing, a touch of heaven, you will bring May be so, it's clear, the way to heaven, or is it fear Say the name, there is no pain, just say the name Time stands still... awaiting One breath controls the ocean Time stands still... in silence Lord of all Cash is growing In paradise Hold your breath and place your bet then just roll the dice No more excuses No empty lies For the one who fooled the world death is singing lullabies I trade my soul for what you sell I fill my heart right from your well You say you're wiser Stories you tell Focused on the credit cards not on heaven and hell Your wish is fortune Your wish is fame Worshipping hearts, in search for the meaning False prophets knows the ways of stealing Treasure hunt in the maze of life Sliced by the edge of the knife

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

I write this letter in a state of immense depression and immeasurable grief. It's now been four years since it all began. Only now do I realize the implications of the past actions everyone called a political and economic solution for worldwide problems. A scheme to address war, famine, overpopulation, and instable fluctuation of the world’s monetary markets. Now, they’re all a spiritual matter. “The Great Master” they called him, appeared on the political scene from out of nowhere, well-versed in the problems of humanity with a plan of peace to save the day. All nations lay at his feet. After just a few short years, they gladly accepted his offer. World leaders hailed him as the greatest leader. His plans were visionary. An eternal solution of mankind. One world united in peace and harmony, under one strong, steady hand. But something was wrong. Terribly wrong. In those few years, modern civilization changed drastically under this charismatic leader, as he evolved more and more toward god of the people. His name became a new religion, for which the entire world rested. Nothing was allowed to exist outside his grace. A cashless society was to put an end to all crime, if all buying and selling was controlled by a code implanted into one’s hand or forehead. It was then the weight of truth came crashing down on me. This was the hour of the Antichrist. I knew about the Book of Revelation, the End Times, but it all made so little sense. Something my children’s children would deal with. I pushed it into the distant future, until I woke up in the middle of the apocalypse. Suddenly, my mission is clear, and the truth of the Bible burns within me. But is it too late? I'm an enemy of the state of world peace. I'm running out of places to hide. My days are numbered. But then again, so are his. I write this letter and I pray to Jesus that, as I close my eyes, this world should pass from me, and I shall open it upon the everlasting sunshine of the New Eden in His presence, nevermore to cry. I am the final martyr. This is the last letter from Earth. I pray He will find me faithful.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025