The Palegold Menace
Put on your armor, And hide your wounds, For by dawn, We cross the dunes, Worn lies your blade, Torn is your breath, but fear no evil, We'll find the path, Determined, Steady faith, To overcome, the One True Wraith, So leave behind The Darkest Lair Where you've stoked long This inner flare Holy Hell, Stroke and burn, Promising me peace, But i rise instead, The world will break And my spite corrodes For Eakhrion's fall Let not your wrath Become your grip For rage may strike Deform and strip As the only (one) fearless Who stands against The storm ahead With no repent Holy Hell, Stroke and burn, Begging me to stay, So i remain.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
Deception's seed has turned Confronting them, so spurned Bad blood unless he dies Enmity that will burn Distrust grows strong within Part of the Plan of Sin The one called Palegold known for Being buried under his skin The Fallen Crown of Kings Corrupts its will and wrings And far beyond the glory Breeds the hate that brings Deep in the soul A hint of doubt Black as coal It takes its toll Back in the Swamp of Lies Where shadows twist and bind Will deceive wise eyes And blur a sharp mind No remorse No guts Control Through the stain of suspicion Deep in the soul A hint of doubt Black as coal It takes its toll
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Burn the seal Probity Bend its will For an impious deal The seventh gate Eight times unleashed For long shall it wait In halls desolate Gorth shall live... So must it be Endless night Enshroud it all I cast the rite In tough drawl Find the one Of fading light He will be gone Swallowed by night
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Enshrouded Mortified Spirit crushed Ripped apart Through eons I withstood What no mortal Ever could I face the end No matter how My task to fend And fulfill my vow I've served the light By undimmed will With wings of might Breath-fire spill Lord Vaelor Burn my form Take my soul In my final blow Those filthy fiends Defile the lands Will fill the fields In crimson piles Raging rain Of thousand flames Upon the slain For their false god’s claims But now I wait In no victory Just fade away In misery
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Thaumaturgy Necromancy Demonology Witchery Now, the world is dying The last of its sighing Winds of change will tear Past, future, now and here Must find a way in time Fore dark takes all divine Great tyranny upon us Is doomed to dust Qhench Its reign Of forgery Through the stench Of sorcery Divinatory Illusory Oneiromancy Theurgy Can't redeem our sins Rotten under cold grins By mazes at the edge Of their broken pledge Qhench Its reign Of forgery Through the stench Of sorcery It feels like there's nothing waiting for us Like a black parade We're your mistake The one you ache And no forsake We're your mistake The one you ache And no forsake We're your mistake The one you ache And no forsake We're your mistake The one you ache And no forsake We'll walk in unknown deeds If mankind still needs How much worse can be... Than lost identity? Qhench Its reign Of forgery Through the stench Of sorcery
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Can you Stem the tide? Thwarted Devoid of pride Defiled from within Usurper dwells therein Tired of the great pain From bleeds that bring no gain Far from the honour Drowned in sorrow Tormentor's slave Alive in a grave Can't resist The risen vast Few believe What comes last Taken his life Between worlds Will survive In ghostly whirls What is fear In a mind That is truly Clear? Far from the honour For which he fought Drowned in sorrow Eternally caught
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Reign of chaos No sanctity For those who die A mockery Destiny denied To dust, they’ve left us dried Pride's final chapter While memory gives no answer And now under warfare With broken banners laid bare Where nothing shall remain No mercy in their disdain Does the air not reek of scorch? It permeates all. And all is claimed, milord. Blame it on The Lords of the Fallen, Who led man to this Eternal despair, For the sins of mankind's heirs Most inner thoughts Drag us to our knees Burn in cursed plots Begging fate for release In Shell Shock, no one Shall ever be set free For Gorth’s demand For eternity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A forgeborn wrath walks west With death his only guest Time’s cruel hammer breaks the core Marked forever by the war Grimnir’s path hums under ash Rune-cut vows on naked skin Stone remembers every lash Fire taught him How to grin No foe strikes deeper than thought Pain is what mind has wrought Then met the man. Unsought Just death To cleanse All shame. The slayer measures miles in scars Each oath a weight cursed in fangs The poet learns that truth has teeth And eats the hand that begs for peace By Skaven hole and Chaos gate Bore the weight of ancient hate The End Times fell like broken grief Gods survived, but not belief He roared his name into the void No echo came, no answer joined
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026