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Post by Borndead on Jul 27, 2019 14:33:05 GMT -6
Now we are fighting our allies from before. Why am I thinking of Sabaton while reading this? Awesome lyrics really like The general learned from the war across the sea. And the lessons taken brought him victory.
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 3, 2019 17:17:47 GMT -6
All along the Eastern Front. The empire's force retreats. Fortresses fall to the czar. Under artillery.
Stand alone, one fortress left. Przemysl remains. One hundred forty thousand men. Remember all their names.
The impenetrable fortress. Przemysl! Przemysl! Przemysl never fall!
The impenetrable fortress. Holding on. Holding out. Przemysl never fall!
All through the Winter. Far behind enemy lines. Przemysl! Przemysl! A tired nation's pride!
Rains of Autumn slow the charge. The Russian advance halts. Field guns trapped in the mud. Miles from the fortress walls.
Standing firm, the fortress holds. Supplies are running low. Waiting for relief to come. Far away from home.
The impenetrable fortress. Przemysl! Przemysl! Przemysl never fall!
The impenetrable fortress. Holding on. Holding out. Przemysl never fall!
All through the Winter. Far behind enemy lines. Przemysl! Przemysl! A tired nation's pride!
Warriors of the empire. Make your nation proud. Hold against all attackers. Never let us down!
Przemysl!
Under siege for months alone. No relief in sight. Przemysl surrenders. A fallen nation's pride!
The impenetrable fortress. Przemysl! Przemysl! Przemysl never!
Przemysl! Przemysl! Przemysl never fall!
The impenetrable fortress. Holding on. Holding out. Przemysl never fall!
All through the Winter. Far behind enemy lines. Przemysl! Przemysl! A nation's failing pride!
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 10, 2019 16:44:15 GMT -6
Songs based on historical events can get a little graphic at times, so I'm going to try and 'tame' these up whenever I deem it especially necessary. But not in the cases where it's actually a very important part of the story. I don't believe in censoring history.
Thunder is heard from the Meuse. Fire and lightning are obscured in the clouds. Ashes and gun smoke let loose. Jets of flame fury are burning them down.
Pounding the ground with a ruthless array. 420 mm blaze. Look to the sky, what is to come? As Death works the world-blood-pump.
In the morning of February twenty-first. Unleash hell and a terrible bloody thirst. The bombardment erasing their names. Buried under the pain of the lead rain.
Such a madness never before seen. Changing the landscape forever more. Brutal violence so obscene. That mankind could wage this level of war.
Drenching the air with the stench of the blood. Craters and trenches start to flood. 808 artillery guns dire. One million shells were fired.
In the morning of February twenty-first. Unleash hell and a terrible bloody thirst. The bombardment erasing their names. Buried under the pain of the lead rain.
Deafening roar for ten hours straight. Metal and mud and blood and hate. A storm heard from a hundred miles away. They shall not pass, still we say.
In the morning of February twenty-first. Unleash hell and a terrible bloody thirst. The bombardment erasing their names. Buried under the pain of the lead rain.
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 10, 2019 16:52:53 GMT -6
Hear the sound of roaring thunder. Defenders are torn asunder. Climbing up the mountain passes. Hannibal's army amasses.
Across the Pyrenees and the Rhone. Marching all the way to Rome. Carthaginian attackers.
The enemy took the task. There's elephants in the pass. Crushing shields and bones. Soldiers defend your home. We'll fight them until the last. There's elephants in the pass. With bronze and iron and stone. You're all soldiers of Rome.
Hannibal's forces in range. But the empire's fate won't change. An act of desperation. After their decimation.
Across the Alps to set up camp. Carthage troops with elephants. Hannibal's dogs of war.
The enemy took the task. There's elephants in the pass. Crushing shields and bones. Soldiers defend your home. We'll fight them until the last. There's elephants in the pass. With bronze and iron and stone. You're all soldiers of Rome.
The stomping beat of heavy feet. Pachyderms march to defeat. Hannibal is doomed to fail.
The enemy took the task. There's elephants in the pass. Crushing shields and bones. Soldiers defend your home. We'll fight them until the last. There's elephants in the pass. With bronze and iron and stone. You're all soldiers of Rome.
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 10, 2019 17:00:32 GMT -6
Father, I am sorry, for all that I have done. I brought down this madness, I'm such a wretched son. It was my decision to keep sailing the course. I brought the enemy to our gates in great and mighty force.
Brother, I am sorry, I treated you so poor. I placed the blame on you and I know not what for. I led you into battle and let you take a fight. I knew you could not win, to take that life I had no right.
Helen, I am sorry, for thinking of you ill. I welcomed you with poisoned lips, you thanked me still. I slew your husband, you've no cause to forgive. I only hope that after this is over you will live.
My love, I am sorry, I will be going soon. I know that when I step out of the gates I'll meet my doom. Take the child and go now, please you cannot wait. My actions have sealed our home and sovereign nation's fate.
Achilles, I am sorry, it was not my life to take. I swear I didn't know it was someone fighting for your sake. No one on the field that day knew what was to come. And now for my actions all of Troy will come undone.
Hail to the sun. This is my final stand. I will fall in battle. By your hand. Hail to the sun. On hallowed ground I fall. For I will not be honored. At all.
Forgive me, my grieving foe, I understand your pain. For all who are watching will feel just the same. My father Priam, brother Paris, and my own wife. Are watching us battle and will see you take my life.
I swear upon the blood that soaks into the ground. One of us will die today to a grief stricken sound. Patroclus fought with honor, for this is my regret. All that I ask is that no one will forget.
I hear the calling of the gods from underneath the sun. Waiting for my final breath when the fight is done. I have earned no honor, no burial from you. We the dead have no say in what the living do.
If a day will come when sorrow takes hold of your heart. Inside it will change you and you will play a new part. We stand opposite each other, both heroes ever more. And on our last day villains of the Trojan War.
Leader of the Myrmidons against the prince of Troy. If one of us shall fall here, his side will be destroyed. And so I pray one last time, safety for my love. And pray the god Apollo will smile from above.
Hail to the sun. This is my final stand. I will fall in battle. By your hand. Hail to the sun. On hallowed ground I fall. For I will not be honored. At all.
Heroes tall. Fighting each other, one on one. Out on the battlefield.
Stand or fall. We die together, brothers, sons. Warriors will not yield.
Stand and fight. Take up your sword and spear. Hector take up your shield.
Challenge might. After these nine long years. Hector your fate is sealed.
We will meet again in the halls of our fathers' gods. Heracles waits at the gates to greet all heroes. We will die, both before this war will end. What is waiting for us far beyond, we can never know.
Hail to the sun. This is my final stand. I will fall in battle. By your hand. Hail to the sun. On hallowed ground I fall. For I will not be honored. At all.
Heroes tall. Fighting each other, one on one. Out on the battlefield.
Stand or fall. We die together, brothers, sons. Warriors will not yield.
Stand and fight. Take up your sword and spear. Hector take up your shield.
Challenge might. After these nine long years. Hector your fate is sealed.
Hail to the sun. This is my final stand. I will fall in battle. By your hand. Hail to the sun. On hallowed ground I fall. For I will not be honored. At all.
Hail to the sun. This is my final stand. I will fall in battle. By your hand. Hail to the sun. On hallowed ground I fall. For I will not be honored. At all.
Hail to the son of the king. Hail!
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 25, 2019 13:19:12 GMT -6
Come to me. Gather round you fledgling darkened souls. Wasting away all you need to know. I will be your beacon.
Want to see? Long to hear someone just say your name. Yearning for someone who feels the same. I will hold you till you scream no more.
Hide away. Hide your face in my bosom. Take in vain. All the dreams you had come undone.
Say my name. While I touch you with caressing care. All insane. You will see my face from everywhere.
Soul of the sun inside of me. Shining for my golden century. Overlord of the new history. Piloting the course of destiny.
Soul of the sun inside of me. Hearken to the call for victory. Lead my nation to a new glory. With the spirit of stars.
Call them out. The faeries of the forest beckoning. Hear the approaching reckoning. A light for you to follow.
Tearing down. All the things that you used to fear. Seven hundred lost millennia. I shine brighter than a thousand suns.
Turn away. Come and rest your head on my lap. Go astray. Into a stellar nursery artifact.
Clear my name. Of the rumors discontented spread. All insane. Restless souls are sent to join the dead.
Soul of the sun inside of me. Shining for my golden century. Overlord of the new history. Piloting the course of destiny.
Soul of the sun inside of me. Hearken to the call for victory. Lead my nation to a new glory. With the spirit of stars.
Trapped inside the mind of someone else’s dream. I realize too late that all I can do is scream. Am I Id or Ego, confined in here like rats. All that’s left to do is give the pelican more hats.
When I wake and turn to the magnetic soul. Reaching for me just to make me whole. Will I find the one I’m meant to love? The perfect match made for me from above.
A carbon steel tube of ripped apart human remains. Floating through the endless void, the pilot is deranged. No return to home but in my mind I am set free. Knowing that my death is coming in pointless agony.
Nobody knows what future awaits the fatted calf. Ringing in my ears I only hear Zeus start to laugh. Athena, the great nebula, could she really be alive? Frozen and resigned to death, I am the sacrifice.
In my heart I know. I will be the show. Spectacular demise. Hidden in night skies.
Upsilon dies backward tonight. Stellar party my nova light. Beginning of life exploding so bright. Everything fades to white.
Soul of the sun inside of me. Shining for my golden century. Overlord of the new history. Piloting the course of destiny.
Soul of the sun inside of me. Hearken to the call for victory. Lead my nation to a new glory. With the spirit of stars.
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 25, 2019 13:21:31 GMT -6
There’s a war on the ground. And a war in the skies. Movements of thousands of soldiers. Changing the Great War’s front lines.
There’s a push for supremacy. And an offense at Arras. Got to support our warriors. But pilots and planes don’t last.
And out of the heavens. Flies Jasta 11.
The way of the sword has been left behind. The way of the warrior is to be ready to die. The way of the sword is to die and to kill. The way of the warrior has raised to the skies. Of Bloody April.
In the air above Artois. The bane of the RFC. Manfred von Richthofen. In his Albatros D.III.
Losing hundreds of men. British squadrons don’t give in. Fighting through the blood and death. Achieving their great success.
And still in the heavens. Flies Jasta 11.
The way of the sword has been left behind. The way of the warrior is to be ready to die. The way of the sword is to die and to kill. The way of the warrior has raised to the skies. Of Bloody April.
Remember their fight. Remember the light. Soldiers of the wind. Will fight till the end.
The way of the sword has been left behind. The way of the warrior is to be ready to die. The way of the sword is to die and to kill. The way of the warrior has raised to the skies.
Bloody April!
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 25, 2019 13:24:47 GMT -6
Into Iberia, chasing in spite. Carthage’s forces, setting to flight. Two brilliant military commanders. Testing themselves and testing each other.
But you do not know who you’re dealing with. He is the greatest Roman alive.
Complacency is your enemy. When Scipio flies on reversal’s wings. Charging the flanks in the enemy ranks. Cementing his name down in history.
Iberian troops will not fight the Spaniards. That’s not his plan, but he won’t show his hand. Teasing a battle that will never come. They’ll face the African soldiers when he gives the command.
See you do not know who your dealing with. He is the mightiest Roman alive.
Complacency is your enemy. When Scipio flies on reversal’s wings. Charging the flanks in the enemy ranks. Cementing his name down in history.
Caught off guard. Hasdrubal’s army is paralyzed. Overwhelmed. Only the rain saves their lives.
Victory. Publius Cornelius Scipio. History. Gives him a new book of his own.
Complacency is your enemy. When Scipio flies on reversal’s wings. Charging the flanks in the enemy ranks. Cementing his name down in history.
When the Legion stands as your enemy. And Scipio flies on reversal’s wings. He charges your flanks with his elite ranks. Taking his place down in history.
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 25, 2019 13:28:02 GMT -6
From the fog of war. Steps a walking corpse. Blood rolls down his face. Awaiting death’s embrace.
But here’s the time to stand. To fight for his homeland. Keep his will held strong. As the new day dawns.
Back from the razor’s edge. The precipice of death. Russians of Osowiec. Stand firm.
You will be remembered. Glory yours forever. Fight for the Motherland. Then turn back to the darkness.
In the mist amassed. Trapped in poison gas. Faces dripping blood. Trudging through the mud.
Hear the cry of war. Start the counter charge. Straight out of hell. To break death’s holding spell.
Back from the razor’s edge. The precipice of death. Russians of Osowiec. Stand firm.
You will be remembered. Glory yours forever. Fight for the Motherland. Then turn back to the silence of death.
Into a haze of madness. The war of the machines. Out of clouds of death. Come furious Russian zombies.
Back from the razor’s edge. The precipice of death. Russians of Osowiec. Stand firm.
You will be remembered. Glory yours forever. Fight for the Motherland. Then turn back to the darkness of death.
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 25, 2019 13:38:06 GMT -6
Don't know when the next time it's gonna let me log in is so I'ma keep going, kay? Kay.
I know the sun is shining down. Beating heat out on the ground. So stop your crying starving child. My mind is numb, heart is wild.
I walk the cracked sands and desert land. Searching for a way to understand. Can we make our way back to the green. To such bounty we have never seen.
My lips cracked and there's so much thirst. Hunger or heat will kill me first. When a shadow comes from out the void. Did I know that we would all be destroyed.
The desert lost. We're marching on and on. Lost in the desert and the scorching sun. The desert lost. Our hunger drives us on. Turn to the forest and the death march has begun.
The weight of hooves and crushing steel. There's so much pain I cannot feel. Starvation killing our whole race. The depths of madness takes our face.
So launch the arrows and burn the town. Terrorize the ogres and bring them down. March on the marshes and lizard men. Though they may try they can't defend.
Slowly encircling them all. They cannot win, their force is small. We heed the call of our master. All fall before the Orc Disaster!
The desert lost. We're marching on and on. Lost in the desert and the scorching sun. The desert lost. Our hunger drives us on. Turn to the forest and the death march has begun.
Pounding. Grinding. Howling. Killing. Marching. Dying. Roaring. Smiling.
The lord consumes! The lord consumed!
The desert lost. We're marching on and on. Lost in the desert and the scorching sun. The desert lost. Our hunger drives us on. Turn to the forest and the death march has begun.
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Post by Madelyn on Aug 25, 2019 13:44:23 GMT -6
Flowers in sunshine waiting in a line. My memories of a wondrous place. Once upon a time before I died. I can remember your face.
And I await beneath the light. In your garden of life.
Everything has a purpose. I'd die just for your kiss. And see your smile once again.
Everything has a purpose. My life is in your hands. Will you wait for me my friend? My friend.
Years spent in my mind in that tower sublime. Watching the same events take me away. And every rewind I return to your side. You're waiting for me with something to say.
I awake into the night. In the garden of life.
Everything has a purpose. I'd die just for your kiss. And see your smile once again.
Everything has a purpose. My life is in your hands. Will you wait for me my friend? My friend.
You were the one who held my hand. Gave me rest when I was weary and tired. Now I can see who you are, so my friend. I bow my knee and give my life to your fire.
Under the starlight bathing in the white. This fantasy comes to its end.
Everything has a purpose. I'd die just for your kiss. And see your smile once again.
Everything has a purpose. My life is in your hands. Will you wait for me my friend?
Everything has a purpose. I know I can't do this. Will I ever see you again?
Everything has purpose. I wish that I knew this. Tell me the secrets of what I am.
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Post by Madelyn on Sept 21, 2019 9:18:29 GMT -6
When the story began. I was nothing, no one's friend. I had no future. Moments away from killing myself.
When you reached out your hand. Full of sorrow, I pretend. Something could nurture. Finally I find myself in hell.
I gave you my heart. And my all. But you fell apart. I joined your fall.
I knew right from the start. Where I'd go. In my last work of art. My clarion call.
Through the blackened gate I prowl. Cross the raging river Styx. The serpent coils his tail and growls. That little rat and his bag of tricks.
My body flung high through the air. In a corkscrew tailspin, falling down. Over the valley of despair. Stripped and scorched with a broken crown.
And as I'm soaring I can now hear. Out of the dark they laugh and they jeer. Over the torrid winds and rains. The city of rest and the rivers of pain.
I fly far above the wall of Dis. And into the Malebolge to pay for my sins.
Hey, bug eater. Twist your head around and look at me. Hey, bug eater. Break your neck and wreck your sanctity.
I glanced into visions. Nightmare trips and spells. I turned to my wishes. They turned me to hell.
I'm the only one here who is responsible. I know it's all my fault, I alone brought the fall. I was always too busy heeding the call. To see how wrong I was, some kind of oracle.
I delved too deep into the future. Wailing against the powers of the past. But now I live wallowed in anger. My cards are played, my die is cast.
I see desert harpies, they tear and rip. Boiling blood rivers swamp a sinking ship. I see burning graves searing heretics. I see countless damned souls drowning in the pit.
This is my lot in death, it's all that I am. But what I would give to be any one of them.
Hey, bug eater. Twist your head around and look at me. Hey, bug eater. Break your neck and wreck your sanctity. Hey, bug eater. Weighed down by the chains of all your sins. Hey, bug eater. Demons tear and warp and still you grin.
Marching in circles, forced down and whipped. Biting black talons, steel thorn tips. Wrapping around me, tearing to bone. Into the darkness, I'm never returning home.
Hey, bug eater. Twist your head around and look at me. Hey, bug eater. Break your neck and wreck your sanctity. Hey, bug eater. Weighed down by the chains of all your sins. Hey, bug eater. Demons tear and warp and still you grin.
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Post by Madelyn on Sept 21, 2019 9:26:09 GMT -6
Once a long, long time ago. I was feared by all mankind. Threatened by the things I know. They took my life, I was killed from behind.
Such a tragedy, I'm telling you it's true. I'm an unwilling prisoner in this primordial zoo.
I am the ice witch of the permafrost. I'm the glacial goddess bride. I'm eternal and I count the cost. For the chill of death I write.
I am the ice witch of the permafrost. And in frozen caves I dwell. I'm the spirit of all of the lost. And I'm trapped inside this hell.
Let me tell you little girl. You will grow up just like me. I didn't care to save the world. So I took just what I need.
Crystalline structures, carved out of the ice. A sea of mirrors and I'm trapped here for all time.
I am the ice witch of the permafrost. I'm the glacial goddess bride. I'm eternal and I count the cost. For the chill of death I write.
I am the ice witch of the permafrost. And in frozen caves I dwell. I'm the spirit of all of the lost. And I'm trapped inside this hell.
You're such a novice at the megalomania game. A million years of endless cold accredited to my name.
I am the ice witch of the permafrost. I'm the glacial goddess bride. I'm eternal and I count the cost. For the chill of death I write.
I am the ice witch of the permafrost. And in frozen caves I dwell. I'm the spirit of all of the lost. And I'm trapped inside this hell.
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Post by thevociferator on Oct 8, 2019 15:33:06 GMT -6
Where My Heart Is
Accept the embrace of the darkened sky Feel the convulsions grow into the night Let your eyes roll back as your soul takes flight This awakens all you had feared inside
The nocturne silence where we feel alone It is here that our pain will now be shown Blackened memories shake me to the bone These are my fears they never let me go
The night bellows now hear its melody A ferment that drones indefinitely A doleful sound reverberating Lugubriously fail to fall asleep
And now here I go inside of the black Walking down the streets never going back The streetlights reveal everything I lack Broken sidewalks show where my heart is at
An Elegy of Self-Illusion
Unknowingly we have been entrapped by our dreams Neverending charades of extraneous things Once upon a time I have heard the story told A fire that choked now behold and lose belief
But then where can somebody go to find relief In a world that’s enshrouded in futility Alone again I walk in the dead of the night Through the darkness there is a light that I can see
Observe human condition a mark so obscene Vestige of a time of total depravity Original sin we say convenient to blame The lack of metanoia a change within me
Apotheosize those thoughts to an apogee Is our need to self-actualize a deity Does my own existence prelude to my essence An inglorious mulch of nothingness to be
From inside of this prison how can I break free But now I have lost all sense of my sanity Although do faith, hope, and trust ever coalesce Or is it all a tangled mess now time to leave
I begin to contemplate the beasts and the trees Anima Natura bestow sanctuary Created it may be the song it ever sings Leaves in me the power to let go of my dreams
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Post by thevociferator on Oct 8, 2019 15:33:54 GMT -6
I've been kinda silent recently but here's some poetry I've written last month.
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Post by Madelyn on Oct 16, 2019 10:29:33 GMT -6
Exposed. To the elements. The decomposed. As the blood ferments.
We’re drunk. On the lust for death. Give up. Let us celebrate your end.
(End) Of an empire. On the plagued hills. Of Gallipoli. So many killed.
Not a mercy left to show. Not a kindness to the foe. Not a burial or grave. For the lives we gave.
Plague hills. Above the straights of the Dardanelles. The Great War is a living hell. Bodies rot beneath the summer sun. Death is coming for everyone.
Worthless. Back and forth we go. Useless. How could we have known?
We’d be here. Fighting this bloody war. For four years. Just what is it we’re fighting for?
(For) Our empire. On the plague hills. Of Gallipoli. So much blood was spilled.
Only doing what we must. No mercy is shown to us. Neither side will bury dead. If it means showing your head.
Plague hills. Above the straights of the Dardanelles. The Great War is a living hell. Bodies rot beneath the summer sun. Death is coming for everyone.
Plague. Spreading from the dead. Contagions of hell. All over the hills. So few will survive.
We have descended. So far into the pit. For every one we kill. The plague takes another life.
Plague hills. Above the straights of the Dardanelles. The Great War is a living hell. Bodies rot beneath the summer sun. Death is coming for everyone.
Plague hills. Death is on its way for everyone.
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Post by Madelyn on Oct 16, 2019 10:37:44 GMT -6
I am so far from home. A thousand miles away. On dead fields of stone. Is where I’ll have to stay.
I’m marching to defeat. I cannot understand. Why I can’t feel my feet. And I can’t feel my hands.
March! To the ends of the Earth. Until we’re to die. March! Till facing our foe. We’re giving our lives.
March! Into the unknown. And all for a lie. March! Until frosty death. Covers us in ice.
I long for my sons. I dream of my wife. I pray for my daughter. Written off my own life.
I wish I was somewhere. The fields were green. Not frozen and barren. Where death’s all I’ve seen.
March! To the ends of the Earth. Until we’re to die. March! Till facing our foe. We’re giving our lives.
March! Into the unknown. And all for a lie. March! Until frosty death. Covers us in ice.
I’d feel at home in Verdun. Send me to the Eastern Front. Wish I was in Gallipoli.
But here I watch my brothers die. Not an enemy in sight. As our lungs begin to freeze.
March! To the ends of the Earth. Until we’re to die. March! Till facing our foe. We’re giving our lives.
March! Into the unknown. And all for a lie. March! Until frosty death. Covers us in ice.
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Post by Madelyn on Oct 16, 2019 10:39:50 GMT -6
Under the burning sun of the Sudanese desert. Searching for a route through while conserving effort. Reaching for a signal from somewhere we can’t contact. Approaching the walls of stone and wood, at least it’s intact.
Armored cars out on patrol. Lost among the desert sands. Enemy taking control. Warriors wearing their brand.
Hundred men armed with spears. Charge the line to drive us back. I can see the outpost is near. And soon the sky will turn black.
Lost in the desolating heat. Fortress of dead men. Bury them beneath our feet. Nothing more for them. Soldiers in the desert sun. Corpses are rotten. The last outpost is gone. Lost and forgotten.
One last chance, got to break their lines. Make it out, but then where to go? Sunstroke effecting our minds. As supplies are running low.
Abandoning the armored cars. Make our way into the overgrowth. Ambushed, to the last man slaughtered. I alone will escape the foe.
Lost in the desolating heat. Fortress of dead men. Bury them beneath our feet. Nothing more for them. Soldiers in the desert sun. Corpses are rotten. The last outpost is gone. Lost and forgotten.
My tongue, it swells with blood. I taste the tang of hate. This thirst will bring no good. Just death will satiate.
My friend, I swear I’ll kill you. My face is the last you’ll see. Before I got the chance to. The one dying is me.
Go live and love like I could not. Give life enough to remember. Revenge forgot, I bless you now. Do what I can’t now that I end here.
Lost in the desolating heat. Fortress of dead men. Bury them beneath our feet. Nothing more for them. Soldiers in the desert sun. Corpses are rotten. The last outpost is gone. Lost and forgotten.
Lost in the desolating heat. Fortress of dead men. Bury them beneath our feet. Nothing more for them. Soldiers in the desert sun. Corpses are rotten. The last outpost is gone. But not forgotten.
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Post by Madelyn on Oct 16, 2019 10:42:55 GMT -6
An insult to the king. A thief stealing away. Out into the dark.
Steel and fire we bring. Arrows dark the day. Each hitting their mark.
Armies, facing side by side. We’re falling line by line. With orders to destroy.
Soldiers, dying just to die. In endless waves we lie. All for the Siege of Troy.
Impenetrable walls. The city will not fall. Heroes die and kill.
For a scornful heart. Millions torn apart. Just as the gods will.
Armies, facing side by side. We’re falling line by line. With orders to destroy.
Soldiers, dying just to die. In endless waves we lie. All for the Siege of Troy.
The kings of old lead the fated charge. Facing down men with demigod hearts.
Legendary warriors will fall. Till none survive. Conquerors, kings and sons of Zeus. They will all die.
Armies, facing side by side. We’re falling line by line. With orders to destroy.
Soldiers, dying just to die. In endless waves we lie. All for the Siege of Troy.
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Post by Madelyn on Nov 3, 2019 15:50:00 GMT -6
One man dislikes another. Tries to take his life away. His day is marked by failure. Hanging his head in disgrace.
Then like a miracle he’s there. Standing beside the car. His gun is in his hand now. Gavrilo starts the war.
I attack you. You attack me. Now our two sides. Are bound in destiny.
I attack you. And you attack me. We will drive the whole world. In this bloody symphony.
The empire makes its demands. And Serbia won’t bow. Both sides growing angry. Friends urge to settle down.
They move to break the border. So Russia will attack. Germany strikes preemptive. Through Belgium to France.
I attack you. You attack me. Now our two sides. Are bound in destiny.
I attack you. And you attack me. We will drive the whole world. In this bloody symphony.
For the blood of a Serb. The peace will be disturbed.
England and Italy. The Ottomans invade. Bulgaria, America. And Japan join their fate.
Soldiers of New Zealand. March on Gallipoli. Armenians and Indians. Fighting for victory.
All nations of the world. Were waiting for the shot to be heard.
I attack you. You attack me. Now our two sides. Are bound in destiny.
I attack you. And you attack me. We will drive the whole world. In this bloody symphony.
I attack you. You attack me. And we both will. Fight Germany.
I attack you. You attack me. Fighting in the fields. For a foreign sovereignty.
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Post by Madelyn on Nov 3, 2019 16:06:00 GMT -6
Never fall!
I have come from across the world. To see the holy city standing. No one may bring it to the ground. So long as I’m the one commanding.
Never fall.
It cannot be destroyed. And no man can avoid. Facing my armies when they come upon. The holy city of Jerusalem.
Never fall so long as I draw breath. Never fall, I defend unto death. My soldiers are fighting. And they hear the call. Heaven is bidding them. Never fall.
You descend from the desert. Your armies line up at my walls. Foreigners to the second birth. I will destroy you all.
Never fall.
Defeat us if you can. You are just mortal man. Unholy armies are striking the sand. Of the holy city Jerusalem.
Never fall so long as I draw breath. Never fall, I defend unto death. My soldiers are fighting. And they hear the call. Heaven is bidding them. Never fall.
Never fall!
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Post by thevociferator on Nov 14, 2019 0:36:55 GMT -6
So I thought you all would enjoy this poem I wrote
Hellig Usnerd 11/13/19 Yesterday I tried finding a hill to die upon And these vials of wrath were finally gone Vanquished like darkness before dawn They wither and decay so be not betrayed O, children of wrath all adorned in ash Wretched humanity on a quest for serenity
For today however I receive this mortification My offerings of oblation renounce my obliteration This broken flesh a feast eternal of necroblation As widow and son present their hilastherion My soul is renascent my vomit corpulent Do I serve the encryptor or the engravor
Attack, attack with bloodlined calligraphy Declare “Deus Invictus” as hell retreats For the oracle of the dead slays as they sleep I dare not close my eyes and see my doom impending Is this my mortal treason common yet forbidden As I lay dying from what was once nothing
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Post by thevociferator on Nov 17, 2019 14:23:50 GMT -6
Blackened Art 11/14/19 Deep inside the catacombs of your parents’ basement Reciting verses on some bones Found upon the pavement
Running through parks late every night Observing the darkness in midst the lights Donning the corpsepaint the black and the white Invoking the moon to hear your plight
You cast your eyes upon the scroll Writing rhythms long foretold With esoteric blasts of cold Your brutal ritual now unfolds
Your heartstrings scream a melody Through tangled cords and mangled weeds A tone so high always extreme Soundtrack for a cemetery
You raise your voice to shriek aloud Incantations of vampyric vows Express your heart and deny the crowd No need for words to bury the crown
Return outside to memorize Let the darkness convey your cries Using scratches and scrapes like knives To pierce the art through its eyes
Join the tomes together as one No need to revise for all is done From the beginning to the last drum Are you thankful for what you've become
Now transcribe your liturgy To tapes with low fidelity Embrace the hiss for you will see Value is found in obscurity
Demand is found in scarcity Is this the new economy Reselling your art because of their greed When your work was meant to be free
Perhaps now is the time to leave To abandon this philosophy Maybe you tried too hard to be Everything you ever dreamed
Doubting yourself you never sleep When did you last ever believe In the creator of the wind and the trees The moon and the stars and nocturnal things
Did you forget what came before When did you hear a knock on the door Conquered by fear you fall on the floor Reminded of pain your heart is forlorn
Surprised to see the tapes are shattered But do those artifacts even matter By the end of the day the sky gets blacker Revealing that your soul is tattered
What is tattered can be redeemed A broken clay made kintsugi Even clothes with broken seams Can be mended by earthly means
What of your soul left traumatized Now that the pain is actualized How can the wound be cauterized Who can make the healing catalyze
No earthly ritual modern or old No ancient magic or hidden tome No blackened art of song or poem Can restore this heart you hold
Within the darkness a hand appears It draws you in as you disappear In this embrace you mind starts to clear As your face is now filled with tears
What lies before you no one has seen A dazzling darkness of love and peace A cataphatic theophany A new spiritual reality
Of course this is a hyperbole But you have always just been me This is an ode to my history Of my road to victory
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Post by thevociferator on Dec 10, 2019 22:56:02 GMT -6
Waldbrand 12/10/19
(This is for a neofolk song I wrote today, it's about fascism)
Your shadows hide Beneath your scars and misery Your final breath your eulogy In rubicund calligraphy Your starry eyes Reveal your vapid enmity Hallowed fear and bitter tears As you fall to your knees Come back to me From your wooded paradise Before you pay the price For the things you've done Smother your dreams Forsake the trees and evergreen They have always been your enemies Come back to me
And Lord knows That of all the things you've done The storms the fire the smoke The sulfur in your breath will never subside And Lord knows That of all the things you've done The storms the fire the smoke The sulfur in your breath will never subside
Child of the sun Downfall of your imperium Why disconnect and jump the ship Your hatred, Titanic Your brave new world Is too small to empathize Idealized a fantasy There is no room for me Your realm of myth Fractured lies of antipathy Growing filth on dirty streets You tell us all to leave Where is your heart Does it lie in humanity Or will you let them die and bleed Come back to me
And Lord knows That of all the things you've done The storms the fire the smoke The sulfur in your breath will never subside And Lord knows That of all the things you've done The storms the fire the smoke The sulfur in your breath will never subside
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Post by Madelyn on Dec 26, 2019 5:44:57 GMT -6
Space is the final frontier. Until you finally get here. Then time and other dimensions. Reveal all the pretension.
Steelworks building a starship. Meant for taking a star trip. Across the endless expanse. To take us out into the dance.
The cosmic flight to the end of the night. In the darkened place that we call outer space.
To boldly go where no man has gone before. To sail into the universe we explore. We pledge our lives to discover even more. To safeguard peace and bring about an end to war.
Ring around the stars. Build cities on Mars. Observe a black hole. Knowledge is our goal.
Red nebulae filling the screen. Atmospheres of purple and green. Triple sunrise on a crystalline moon. Go further beyond, and we’ll be there soon.
The comets’ tails at the end of the trail. The spiral arms are the homes of solar farms.
To boldly go where no man has gone before. To sail into the universe we explore. We pledge our lives to discover even more. To safeguard peace and bring about an end to war.
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Post by Madelyn on Dec 26, 2019 5:50:16 GMT -6
Arias. My holy arias. Singing songs of misery.
Gloria. Karasu Magica. Flying high on agony.
Black winged feathers as I start up my song. Holding together all the things I’ve done wrong. Calling for the fight to start below me.
Venias. Veni, iam pereo. Glorious. Veni, cum gaudio.
Maho Shoujo, chante avec moi, join the music of the spheres.
Arias. My holy arias. Singing songs of misery.
Gloria. Karasu Magica. Flying high on agony.
Standing before all the armies of men I endure. Waiting to die in the fog of war I’m assured. Taken by night to become knowing.
Eisen schrei. Die Krähen des Krieges. In bellum. Di cento anni.
Puella Magi, anata no kachi o oshietekudasai.
Arias. My holy arias. Singing songs of misery.
Gloria. Karasu Magica. Flying high on agony.
Arias. Seinaru aria. Come with me to victory.
Arias. Oh, heilige arien. Let the war bring ecstasy.
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Post by Madelyn on Dec 29, 2019 11:29:01 GMT -6
I am the vile death’s head. Arbiter of the vanquished. I search you for lost souls. Wandering the deepest holes.
Martyr magic, wistful lust for life. Harbor tactics that will steal your wife. Burning highways, I am all you fear. Swaying to soft cries in the atmosphere.
Angels dying, crushing bone and rock. Gemini is tearfully in shock. Passing through you like a photon burst. Now be a good girl and quench my thirst.
And even when the dance is done. We are falling down one by one. I will not be all there anymore, yes.
There’s no one left to clean the mess. As we collapse under duress. Beneath the fey of the forests.
You can hear my sounds. Put your ear to the ground. I see you all as foes. Die before Oxycoccos.
Drift away in silent shrouded dreams. Yearn for greater and more violent things. Wait to change your mind until too late. Torn apart in such a helpless state.
Load your cannons, let your bullets fly. Sad inventions, how you always lie. Crash of thunder breaks your will to fight. Prayers you offer now all seem so trite.
And even when the dance is done. We are falling down one by one. I will not be all there anymore, yes.
There’s no one left to clean the mess. As we collapse under duress. Beneath the fey of the forests.
And so draw back your bow. Aiming higher and true. The secrets that you know. They will never save you.
Power corrupts. Unlimited power corrupts eternally. Anger erupts. Unlimited anger erupts infernally.
Scores just like you have challenged me before. I am the vanguard in an unseen holy war. You cannot face the monsters I have slain. You would fall apart to a fraction of my pain.
Silence now you stupid mongrel. Sit and shut up, you damn mutt. Don’t dare to touch me with your paws. Be a good girl now and just give up.
Weeds in the garden of life, I will pluck. Like rich berry wine is all your flowing blood. Ghosts return to ash in the netherworld unite. Promptly to be thrown into the night.
The fey of the forests have seen. Things you can’t imagine. The fey of the forests have been. Fighting for your right to live. And only when they ask, you plead. You have nothing to give.
And even when the dance is done. We are falling down one by one. I will not be all there anymore, yes.
There’s no one left to clean the mess. As we collapse under duress. Beneath the fey of the forests.
I will not be seen as an angel on this Earth. I disappear into the countless tales with no worth. Hide my spirit somewhere preserved in song. Fey of the forests will always know to sing along.
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Post by Madelyn on Jan 4, 2020 11:08:23 GMT -6
There in a small patch of land. Lies and incredible man. One who took to the skies. One who, in death, shall never die.
The war will live in the memories. Of all who live past these days. But here, in the midst of this travesty. A hero is flying away.
Ever on, to the defense of the crown. Failed once, but this time it’s going down. Coming through, bullets are screaming past his plane. Is he insane or has he learned to play the game?
Rex will fly, soar through the wind. Learn the sky, for his own end. Take the Cross, his story begins. The man who killed a zeppelin.
The rapid fire, aimed for his plane. But Warneford just won’t be swayed. He’s going to win this fight. He has trained the mastery of flight.
Born for the fame, LZ37’s bane. King of the wing, Rex is his name.
Rex will fly, soar through the wind. Learn the sky, for his own end. Take the Cross, his story begins. The man who killed a zeppelin.
The man becomes a celebrity. Of the war for his victory. But all men meet their destiny. Through courage and intrepidity.
Rex will fly, forever on the wind. Learned the sky, let it carry him. Take the Cross, let Honor bury him. Let the zeppelin fire be his light tonight. On his way throughout neverending skies. Where all pilots meet in the heights. The man who killed a zeppelin.
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Post by Madelyn on Jan 4, 2020 11:15:41 GMT -6
A hundred years ago. Under skies so foreign to you all. Who could have known? That so many would heed the call.
I hear your names. And pray for your souls beyond the fold. The most dangerous game. Mankind has got to learn before we’re too old.
Brave men of my country. You pass the torch to me.
The poppies grow. In Flanders Fields where men did die. And row on row. The crosses planted side by side. The seeds we sow. Grow in the dark to shine a light. The poem echoes. Those words again into the night.
A father and a son. He stepped into a war to serve the crown. And victory won. Through sacrifice, many lay in that ground.
And so I stand. I face the memories you all left. As we place another wreath. And pray that it won’t happen again.
Brave men of my family. You hand off the torch to me.
The poppies grow. In Flanders Fields where men did die. And row on row. The crosses planted side by side. The seeds we sow. Grow in the dark to shine a light. The poem echoes. Those words again into the night.
Through the wind and the cold and the rain and the snow. We’re carrying on through the quarrel you raised with the foe. We stand and honor you all one more time. Close our eyes and listen to those lines.
The poppies grow. In Flanders Fields where men did die. And row on row. The crosses planted side by side. The seeds we sow. Grow in the dark to shine a light. The poem echoes. Those words again into the night.
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Post by Madelyn on Jan 4, 2020 11:19:30 GMT -6
Once I awoke reincarnated I'm told. Opened my eyes to a misery and mold. A life that was destined in squalor and mud. So I stood my own good self up.
I have a mind and a dream to uphold. A vision for futures of glory and gold. So I am prepared to shed my own blood. For the truth as I have understood.
I will drive the war machine. A focus on this fight. I believe in the unseen. Will inside all mankind.
I will smoke the rabble out. Chase them to artillery. I will blind them in the cloud. Burn them all for victory.
Fates for fools and fist for fight. Hold up your hands and surrender. Fates for fools in sacred nights. Failing your land forever.
Hear your crying for mercy. I will not give you. I'm a lethal trajectory. High caliber punching through.
I will gun down the garbage. Pulverize human trash. Bathe myself in the carnage. Separating the chaff.
Fates for fools and fist for fight. Hold up your hands and surrender. Fates for fools in sacred nights. Failing your land forever.
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