Invictus

Once in a blue moon comes a man of great conviction Making his presence boisterously known He stands strong while others, meek, avert their minds Steadfast against the subterfuge and lies Never a challenge comes without being answered Never a quest too mountainous to scale No fear of radical confrontations No paths in which he shan't prevail INVICTUS Words may come slow but action never will Millions of eyes that follow are waiting for the thrill As an unsuspected hero does what he does best Charging all the prophets, put them to the test As gold is their only god whose gleam is designed to blind The masses are all fodder for greed so well defined They seek to be almighty through trickery and skill They may control the narrative but they'll never Control his will! INVICTUS There's no force could stymie his drive Those feeble prophets of old can't survive Now provoked, Sir Invictus has shown you the way With confidence full, undefeated we are sure to remain Gold is their only god Gold is their only god I'll not be blinded and I'll never be for sale

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025

You anti-hero of this world Spread thy wings, destroy Clear the slate of population Every implement employ Scorcher blazing through the sky Scorching all that's gone awry Anything but heaven sent Scorcher deaf to your repent Die, die, die His cruelty unmistakeable Die, die, die His art of killing so divine Underground that gifts his skills Long fermenting his grim will Clemencies are all denied Satan laughs as worlds collide Scorcher blazing through the sky Scorching all that's gone awry Anything but heaven sent Scorcher deaf to your repent Die, die, die His cruelty incomparable Die, die, die His art of killing so divine Art of killing so divine Art of killing so divine

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 12, 2025

No need to ponder what my being desires Persistent longing for flesh, my only vice Nothing quells this hunger, humanity afoul There is no safe haven for I’m always on the prowl Miserere They suffer in silence No words as their tongues are first to go Redemptive crucifixions Nails deeper ‘cause you’re bleeding out too slow I spread my misery, biblically evolved Bathe in condemnation, with your blood I feel absolved Some will see the darkness but all will feel the pain Have no doubt, my precious as your life goes down the drain They suffer in silence No words as their tongues are first to go Redemptive crucifixions Nails deeper ‘cause you’re bleeding out too slow Love… This is the face of love From a rather misanthropic, manly point of view Hate… I am a mirror, won’t deviate Reflecting all the angst with pleasure… It’s nothing new It’s nothing new!

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 12, 2025