Welkin
Album • 2007
speak the name that spawns worldwide disasters reaping the wicked, seizing the damned feer the hand that weighs of all your stories dephts to conquer, evil to drown evil to drown with the sword in which fires are burning I swing to clench and purify the sky from the evil, the sins the plagued follow my rules or admit to the lie, admit to the lie I feel vengeance burning inside for those who pushed me aside with the sword in which fires are burning I swing to clench and purify the sky from the evil, the sins the plagued follow my rules, be willing to die to all whe ever followed a path to my demise I will never forget, prepare to pay the fine
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
A glance of insanity, a mind set to war craving for solitude, mouding the door destroyed by self-knowledge, crushed by relief craving for solitude, surrounded by weeds to let it grow to let it feed to need believe to see it go to drown in tears to turn the page to feel alive to kick and fight to make it stream to trust and hope to reach ahead to glow inside with hands full of memories a head torn by fear the shadows reaping light shines on me with eyes behind a head torn by fear the shadows creeping light shines on me to let it grow to let it feed to need believe to see it go to drown in tears to turn the page to feel alive to kick and fight to make it stream to trust and hope to reach ahead to glow inside enlighten me selective need quired greed hope drenched seed grown in me
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
wild face burnedwith yearning bloody meadows, forced to hate in their hands pain keeps growing the veil of promise shows no stains the system fails, the sky comes down misery is ending, clouds pore down rain of sorrow, the downfall starts we eat our own full wieght of misery, grief and hate thinking that we"ll survive growing estranged we eat our own full wieght of misery, grief and hate thinking that we"ll survive growing estranged wild face burned with yearning blood drawn meadows, forced to hate in their hands pain keeps growing the veil of promise shows no stains the downfall starts right now
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
no sky is falling no church has burned no child is drowning cynical no wolf is howling no war was fought no poles are melting cynical (x2) this is no world to fill with chance slaves of our own decadence wrestling stories of innocence we will never escape the world chance (x2) feel my cynical breath hating all but myself feel my cynical breath burning all that is left this is no world to fill with chance slaves of our own decadence wrestling stories of innocence we will never escape the world chance with a tongue to set on fire the things that you so treasure in your world I hate your words, I hate your face I hate what you stand for, believe and race I fear for my downfall So I grasp to kill your dreams I'm afraid to see you rise So I enjoy your painful screams I fear for my downfall So I grasp to kill your dreams I fear for my downfall So I grasp to kill your dreams I'm afraid to see you rise So I enjoy your painful screams I hate your words, I hate your face I hate what you stand for, believe and race I hate the way I break you down I Hate this cynical breath I own I hate your w
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
the harder we scream at this heart fleshed by integrity passed onto the dreaming plains groaning we rest ourselves (x2) without the rites, without the pain without the lies, the malice and without the stains (x2) walls, standing with pride built with passion, time endured walls, stading with pride spend in friendship, bounded in hate armies strong as no living man flooding landscapes on knees and hands screaming the names of them who lead the battle for individuality the battle for individuality the battle for integrity but the waiting echoes tell us that this will not be in vein our heart will keep growing beyond the borders of this domain this will only enrichen our sense of right and wrong the mind is set to flourish and take our misery down armies strong as no living man flooding landscapes on knees and hands screaming the names of them who lead the battle for individuality the rites cleans our past tense the rites make way for grief the rites strenghten our will the rites make me a man
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
with a ridged enslaving beat the dound crawls up to me silence dies in riping screams as they are out, finding me looking for their hungry eeys tears well up in me why can't they just pass by and let me bleed i want to sleep beyond the gate of my own keep i cannot hope to be free driving nails in the walls still slowly I slip away I hold the pain let it all burn turn around my sight black hands on a dying light hollow teeth with a holy sign the air choking, closing thight crawling towards the final line beyond the gate of my own keep I cannot hope to be free driving my naile in the walls still slowly I slip away don't let me sleepn I die alone into the dark, over the pians of weathered grief and my own life, wy play my divine snare fight aside the crumbling right the danger in eternal care wrestling with the cloth ofnight spreaded wings surrounding me holding my minde complete one ray of breaking light may the sun in my soul shine
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
voices are raw changing structures falling apart what once was is now a daze a part that just crumbled away the end of my faith the waves are coloured with floatage of grief as the sun sets on my own mystique breaking, wrecking and loosing control In my heart, I dance on a storm I dance alone, I hear them howl I hear them scream None of them know what they need they feel so empty they feel so weak so very small, fallen to a knee I can howl, I can scream but still the marshes remain too deep they feel so empty they feel so weak so very small, fallen to a knee while they are waiting to validate their life I need to neglect my compassionate side to swim for others is worse then to drown but I'll never let them down, my heartstorm
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Like sheep, grilling in the heat of what was a sweet and thrilling day. Race the world To be the first, on the ride that goes straight to hell (x2) Leave me to be, don't want to go let me to live, my own life Like sheep, grilling in the heat of what was a sweet and thrilling day. Race the world To be the first, on the ride that goes straight to hell fighting other demons this wretched life must go I never asked for this trip beyond the depths of my own goals fighting other demons this wretched life must go I live in poverty Like sheep, grilling in the heat of what was a sweet and thrilling day. Race the world To be the first, on the ride that goes straight to hell (x2) Leave me to be, don't want to go let me to live, my own life Leave me to be, don't want to go rising at time, draggin my limbs let my to live, my own life let my to live, my own life
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
the ability of an own voice is a gift, blessed and praised so why try and hide yourself behind the statue of an empire raised hail to the throne, feed the king (x2) let perish, the rest of it in a flock there is no room to grow let perish, the rest of it the voice of it, the shepherd will let you drown the ability of an own voice is a gift, blessed and praised hail to the throne, feed the king the ability of an own faith is a gift, blessed and praised so why try and hide yourself behind the statue of an empire ruined hail to the throne
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025
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