Somber Nation's Fall
In a peaceful dying, no throne waiting for thee in a peaceful dying. Vigorous hearts for angered masks is common trade in the somber nation during faith in the season fall. The season fall is a masquerade. Hauls in the name of defeat. Hauls in the name of the Fallens. Greets my perfection at heart. Smothered by earth's embrace, makes earth's embrace suite a death parade. Life is gone and forever you will be marked without your soul. Know that with every step you take you suffer forever. In this grave for mortal souls, you'll forever delve in pain. But order of worlds went awry, scorching the sky. Conquering the nimbus so old. Guardians of Somber Nation falls. Pioneers of nature, those are the few. Dead in the stories, those that we knew. Order of worlds are in chaos. As we breach walls. All of them! Leave this somber world behind in terror and pity as the Fallens leave way for this bringer of war. With growing wrath and angel wings. A break of regulations profound. All the remaining ghouls, screaming in terror and fear. Fear of staying on these grounds. Carved like in stone as he leaves them behind. All of them! An angel has spawned Awaiting it's newborn dawn As the savior who once died, again the answer for their cries. Brought from the dead to become the bringer of war! Brought from the dead as the... ...order of worlds went awry. Scorching the sky. Conquering the nimbus so old. Opening the purgatory of gods. When season is over and the masquerade in hell no longer forces dead to their cells. To rekindle a soul once anew, sending the heathens to their doom! All of them!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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What is life? Burning hungers to be heeded at any cost? Does it differ, surface time from afterlife? The passage between the two vast realms, guarded by the Fallens' hands. Sublime practised supremacy. Gods persever and fold as the counsil calls for more burdened souls The cryings are lost forever, so pitiful they'll be. Mere denial of faith and hope. Is this the end of fallens, which these worlds divide. Ancient inscriptions in runes and magic words. Black-angelic creatures, breed inside of open wounds. Leave hold of avengers forever? Is this the end of Fallens? Do hope these runes endure... So my friends, history leaves a mark in the books as the Counsil now have freed. Embers shall fall, on the day the writings die, the son back from Deadlands stride What is life? Burning hungers to be heeded at any cost? Does it differ, surface time from afterlife? In his solemn mind he shelters for a haven as nature fails. Needs a sane mind to lean against. Being the first to realise how to pass the fallens twice. Enter Deadlands' gates then back again... Is this the end of fallens, which these worlds divide. Ancient inscriptions in runes and magic words. Black-angelic creatures, breed inside of open wounds. Leave hold of avengers forever? Is this the end of Fallens? Do hope these runes endure! Is this the end of Fallens? If so dead magic flows...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
So now our hero's fallen! Sent to shades with a slaughtered soul He don't know where he's gone and he has lost control. A place for the burdened few stuck in endless limbo Fruitless wait for call to liberation All these mortal beings now mourning life on these fetid shores of this sardonic void Once granted a mortal life, granted the gift of birth, now just a marble piece in a cold foundation Screams trapped in mouths of men confine these lands. They can't see, they can't hear, they can't speak Still they roam here endlessly as the Fallens sheep Inside these trepid halls, the Deadland counsil calls And as every time before, the verdict echoes far Give your soul up heir! And face the embrace of nature. Turn your back upon your gods! Pure, his soul ablaze Can't feel the foundation in thee!? You bear the life... we seek!! Deadlands! A somber nation draped in shades! Where slaughtered souls can wander free Deadlands! Our hero equipped with an angel's eyes As his darkness leaves these somber fields...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Many years has passed now, since the treason came before us. People are suffering still, breathing fear. And it comes from within, agony brings them to despair, seeks vengeance upon those who started the fall. None speaks the treason, silence feasting on hearts so frail. Families plundered, families slain. Once lush and prospering, now desert meadows and vast land fields. A war swiftly passed but the remnants were cursed... Ignorance burn and plague rests, suffer engaged the reaper bow. They bear, in fear, out here. Death comes out of there! A pale hooded figure stepped through the odour, simply walking away. No more feeding from outstretched hands or promises. This hooded creature were born to a slave, a circumstance he rejects. Fathers and fathers of dead generations, all born the same... Utter curses of pestering silence. This son will not take it no more. Mediating with inner turmoil. What in hell is this conscience for? Temptations are fed through the heart, screaming at peace, screaming out harshly of lure. Was really this meaningless life meant for me? A fire in his eyes as dark as disguise. This son will not take it no more. Reverence for fathers and time that has gone. What in hell is this conscience for? Leaving his family oathed to a blood feud for fathers and fathers of dead generations. Imbued with will, setting his feet for the road...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026