The Veil of Summer
Lead our brothers home. Peace be known. Bring our daughters home. Lead them on. From the earth, we are born. To the earth, we belong. From the earth, we are born. To the earth, we belong. Lead our brothers home. Peace be known. Bring our daughters home. Lead them on. From the earth, we are born. To the earth, we belong. (but) from the earth, they return, and only I know their song... The sunset retreating from this grim procession. By torchlight their vigil concludes. The last of them nods as I re-chain the gates, and prepare for the horrors about to ensue. I am no patriot, Samaritan, I do only, for I am the last who even recalls the songs of the earth. Oh, how have they forgotten? I swear this will surely bring death to them all. From the earth, they return. Only I know their song. All I wonder (is) who'll watch over me when it's my time to rise. Bliss isn't ignorance; it's life, fool. Remember the ways of the ones who had been here before. Now fire and steel forge the key to the spell-song. I'll sing them to rest with the blade of my sword! From the earth, they return. Only I know their song. All I wonder (is) who'll watch over me when it's my time to rise. Lead our brothers home. Peace be known. Bring our daughters home. Lead them on. (Repeat)
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Through battlefields and wizard's fire, and the perils of the dawn. In flames ignited by desire, though you've already gone. Though you left me, still I feel you. Moonlight dancing on your grave. It seems I'm going nowhere, these mountains look the same. I've been on this road for so long and I long for you again. Years which pass by won't change how I see you at night. Face to face. Storm clouds rise, the sacred rite. Speak to me this autumn night. Take my hand and walk away, into darkness out of the pain.
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Rising of a land and falling of a leader. Losing all that was mine. Now I contemplate the beast inside us all... Inside a fire drives me. Take back what was mine. Still searching for a weakness. Hatred growing now for all mankind will fall... Behold! A spiritual Iris, Palace of the soul. We have lost our way for the last time. Though I never thought I'd find it, I cannot let it go. The time has finally come to close the door. Let them fall away, they will never know the meaning. Each and every day, they grow more and more like animals. Corrupt and out of place, long ago abandoned any morals. I will find a way. I will use my power to stop the flow of soul. The greatest wars in history, we wage deep inside. Though silent, beyond the Iris, Vengeance is now mine. Oh let them fall away...
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Stung by his visions the lordling arises, eager to break from the stiffness of dreams. Stumbling round till his hand is united (with) the sword of his father, the comfort it brings him. How long shall you mourn him there, in the dark? Into the barrows, weeping and grief-struck, spouting off curses and oaths to the gods. Silenced before him in ethereal wonder, the spectral father calls out to the son. Embrace your life, it's wondrous. And love your loves so thunderous. Live for the moment, son, you must. You'll never be here again... In awe, in fear, the child won't let go. In love, in tears, he cries to the night. Into his man-hood the son often pondered the wisdom the wraith of his lord had passed on. Through winters and hard times he always remembered, and one day he spoke those same words to his own son! Embrace your life, it's wondrous. And love your loves so thunderous. Live for the moment, son, you must. You'll never be here again... In awe, in fear, the child won't let go. In love, in tears, finally he understands. Embrace your life, it's wondrous. And love your loves so thunderous. Live for the moment, son, you must. You'll never be here again...
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Cross now to other lands the winds may take you Cross now beyond the icy Northern Sea The path left untaken is another's adventure The sword left unwielded is the saddest of things Do you rest on shores of darkness Do you hear their haunting call Winged thought and memory watch over our journey as Odin awaits what the Valkyrie bring and just as he knows he shall fall there at Ragnarok so still he rises to his destiny (Chorus) I will not falter, we sail by the moonlight and follow the wings of the dragon behind, the stone and the steel, beats warm-blooded thunder which longs for the wings of the dragon again Drums pound as we sail onward Red Sands we leave behind Think back to lands we've wandered Dream of what we've yet to find Hel's fire burns inside you Steel and ice will lead the way Crush all who stand before you The Gods have called for blood this day Set Sail to other lands, the winds will guide you Masters upon the icy northern sea Your victories will capture the eye of the All-Father Such is the fate of great men such as thee (repeat chorus)
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Hear me angels. Cry for me. I am fallen. Everything I knew and always followed, is everything I question now. Faith, the father, I will find the answers. It's who I am. Cast from heaven to the depths below. Am I forsaken? Consumed by sorrow, standing in the fire, I wonder will it warm my soul. The emptiness that I can feel inside, I'm on my own. Once and again divine, I walk the earth alone. Once your love was mine. In search of answers to find my way back home. (My) wonder deepens. Am I to pay for your creation? The rules in place, which already have damned me, a world of faith and free will. I won't accept this perfect little order. It's who I am. Feeling bolder, with heart in hand. To test these boundaries and watch them crumble at my command. Your word, your law, your ever lasting wisdom. My faith, my blood, you took my wings. A test, perhaps, a necessary evil. Trumpets sound and angels sing: Once and again divine, I walk the earth alone. Once your love was mine. In search of answers to find my way back home. Can you tell me, when time passes, where does it reside? In secret places, in your dreams, I'll be waiting. Close your eyes. All there... all lies... Question god and trust in nothing. Will I find the way back to him? His fallen angel. I was once his own right hand and shall be again... The Morning Star rises, where shall I go? I'll be waiting. Close your eyes. Still there... still lies... The Morning Star rises, where shall I go?
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Moonlight reflected off spear-heads and shields of an army once living, now walking the fields toward soldiers of light who had once stood united, now scattered, divided, and too quick to kneel. But standing above and diving them onward a twice winged shadow with fire in its eyes. A twisted achievement by forgotten magicks, a subject of malice, dark hatred, and lies. All the horrors men have dreamt of stretching on for miles. Those beholding flee in madness, screaming all the while. It's here the remnants of the Order, sworn to fight the damned, meekly stand in stoic silence, swords in sullen hands. See the men, overwhelmed... (I can) scarce contain the rage within! Fall, with me now, find your power through the darkness in your soul! You'll survive. Don't deny you had thought of this before. Stand. Find your ground. Cut them down using any means you know! Foul and black, don't hold back. Let your conscience be ignored. Moonlight reflected in red pools below you and only the wind has the boldness to blow. The Order you fought for lies broken, in death, and yet no where in sight lies a trace of your foe. With fire in your eyes, you harness the magick, beginning to raise what had once been your friends. The clouds in the sky cast shadows upon you but none can compare with what lives now within.
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
A future so certain, sure that it was set in stone. Clearly my birthright, to sit atop the Iron Throne. Ripped away my expectations, the King Slayer took from me. Forced to flee our conquered nations, to hide across the Narrow Sea. All I need, a Crown of Gold. For I am King of What you stole... So far from home now, but I remember... Long we reigned in bliss and glory, in fire and blood they cried our names. Sister wives and brother husbands kept this blood pure in our veins. One dark night our whole world ended, stag and direwolf, mace and sword. The traitor lion, the dragons fall, and the sudden flight to a distant shore. With no coin I'll buy my army to return to rule again! Stormborn sister sold to slavery. Your flesh for their swords! Give to me a Crown of Gold, and I'll be King of All this world! All you ever needed, just what you were told. give this sorefoot-king his Crown of molten gold!
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Night falls around me, my heart is pounding, staring into the Golgotha. Slowly creep into the darkness, step by step, with sword in hand. (To) prove my courage to the elders, to affirm that I'm a man. How much truth do stories hold of catacombs where no one goes. Yet, voices call to me from stone and urge me into the unknown. Might I find out who, there, cries out to me, through me, deep below? Racing onward, leaving caution back behind, reason gone. Hear them now they're all around me, taunting with their siren song. I begin to fear this blackness, tangible, I swim through doubt. Walls of stone close in around me. Where am I? I can't get out! How can this be? All these voices are mine. Have I been waiting for so long? Is this the secret I came here to find, but lost myself along the way?
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026