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A man stands before a peasant nation Self-proclaimed, in corruption instilled Through a lineage He demands war, against all who don't follow. And confused his people stand and say Unite to defy Still he presides over any chance of free thought Human need seems to create these demigods Still confused his people stand and say Unite to defy Beyond the veil, the first world, blind pursuit only to repeat Figureheads always call for arms A fools war

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

There is inner insanity to be called upon God of the frontlines It has been known, the inner voice of no reason Suicidal is its own will It blackened your mind Now it yearns to kill your demon to find When a man is quick to enter battle He is quick to forget why he did Perverse in lust for genocide Supposed me in God's own image Soldiers with minds full of country and pride Think you would stand there and say? But to me, you all go into war just the same Seeing life's profound ways to the glory The last story of Die like flies chasing the flame Die like men forgetful of pain It has blackened your mind Die like they see themselves defiled Die like fools forgotten in time No

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The greater power of the industrial world Will look at people of barren lands In condemnation of their injustice They will seek to reform Bureaucratic talk lays the foundation The people are spun for their blessings No one wise to the crooked smiles Hearts and minds, fuel for the fire You're needed to support an ultimatum for fear protects war doctrine Your paranoia Throw around words of pursuasion Extremist, radical, stewards of death Stems from children of irrational belief Ideology breeding fucking parasitical You're needed to support an ultimatum for fear protects war doctrine Your paranoia enables the forward path Your precious civil liberty

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Summoned to the call of arms You've prayed for it to come For so long it's been your will To turn your hand to the trigger Words got to mean so little Appeasement to silence the anger Now beyond any tolerance for peace It is our will to destroy the lesser people Like us, you breath Under fire We're almost the same No more ways To know your place To see beyond your days Bullets can always break the silence Where before lies indifference and pain Silence Spirit It is our will to diminish your spirits and gods

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Day one the first of many dead As your homes are levelled to the floor Demons or infidels? No prayers to go serve to save you from the slaughter A nation bought to the front lines Enter the war machine and erase the peasant race By the words of dictatorship When masses don't question They become the sacrificial bodies To the will of false gods Engineered to erase your world And destroy your entire existence as you know it Demons or infidels? 7 Or just distant enemies? Homeless and force underground Under the metal storm falling from the sky Families caught in the crossfire Not a martyrs death Simply one of the dead Metal shreds flesh with ease dies washed up lifeless Bone washed up lifeless Born shattered burnt and torn Vacant eyes from this shell How did it end like this Just the same? One day of quiet Amongst many storms Friends witness friends Beaten to the floor Down in the light of day Pray as they might more must follow Demons of infidels just the same

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Sworn to forever bow to a god of vengeance Forever in servitude to predestination Cowards hiding behind rapture scripture promises Man made fucking policy Bullshit fucking ideology These books wont get you shit boy This life not good enough for you? Die so slowly Divine and holy Confused sense of entitlement Across the board Why does all other life turn to dust But yet somehow you're immortalized Give me some sign that you can reason Could you conceive there are no reasons? Liars to 'yourselves Stories to me A law into you Taking innocence to the grave Sworn to sacrifice Incurable mind disease The prison of contained thought The point of death for all men You will never believe We're not the enemies you want to free The devils kin Your model of sin A figure to which of death prophet A guard against any and all progress

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Minds full of prophetical voices One more martyr to the cause Helplessly they throw bodies to the fire Extreme is this nations impasse Confronted by pure self preservation These maggots of the desert have to die They have to swear never to restore their faith And bleed out before we ever negotiate Entering the word as a mindless shell To be the victim of holy persuasion we thought Only to see value in truth And disregard any and all imagination Nomadic and detached from the world Simple people with simple intentions Peasants and surplus to life itself A curse to be lifted by means of torture He is a free man as much as we let him be He is a subject to the will of wars You cannot instill a sense of reality To a man whose reality belongs to the next We've built walls of human flesh We've turned our skin to lifeless dust And we've left our skies like burning red flame And seen death on a scale of near apocalypse We've left the sky burning like red flame We are not to see ourselves as any different As much as we mean it there is bloodlust You've been swept away in twisted worlds And felt the need for the blunt instrument It is the gift of the politician in state To create mistakes, to see all people accountable It has been the way of things since the advent of war To tally your people, to confuse and distort

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Mistaken men have chosen to make An entire race a footnote in history And these men in the sea of authority Shadow their guilt in the darkness of collusion They distance themselves from the cold truth Preaching necessity like fucking despots The type of people who see cities as pinpoints Wash their hands in their own injustice Armed with the power of gods They speak carelessly of forthcoming Casualties of war Get their people to subscribe to their blueprint of death Far away people will wake to their final breath This is the dawn of nuclear self eradication Far away people will wake to their final breath Their graves are marked out by black shadows

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

One day amongst the fires You're left but staring down at yourself Your flesh body is lifeless Now among the glorious dead So down I fell to meet the fires Gone, worlds apart From my shell, life beyond life Death, too unreal One day beyond my lifetime I met no prophets or angels I saw no deity I owed my sins Now amongst the glorious dead

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Truce has been called on war Arms laid to the floor Countless men speak of hell Tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to say These were the days of old We arc the glorious dead What is left for the ex patriot What is left but resentment? Death all too real Countless men speak of hell Of tyrants, what they saw Close to death the men seem to cry I'll at rest behind those eyes What this person has seen What his life has been Changed from this man into machine Returned home to find life insignificant

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025