The Ways of Old

This world is evil Purge the earth Of all unrighteous filth Bring forth a fresh plague That life may begin anew Cleanse this sphere Let natures course consume May those that remain Inherit terra firma pure We are a cancer Devouring, destroying The soil, water, air Despite ourselves We are the cure If returned to the natural ways A divine order of old Set in place by our creator

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Time is genocide Of all my dreams With age and wisdom I now abort them To alleviate their birth pain Too many seeds planted Too little harvest to show My ambitions withered My spirit broke With each new day I lament the rising sun It’s golden light a beacon For the death of yesterday Dusk brings mourning Buried in darkness It’s ghosts will haunt me With all that is left in shade I will seek to bear witness To days without names Taste the blood of a savior Living water flowing From a ne’er ending stream

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025