The Path of Wrath
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Ancient specter Withers in the dirt Bled of all its worth Transcendent spires Ancestors of earth Witnesses of ruin's rebirth The bony fingers Of doom uncurl As the light is laid to rest For all that lives Must depart from this world Called forth from the depths The messenger of death Miracle of light Favors living nor the expired Miracle of light Bleeds out from a wound in the night Miracle of light Suffering this curse Miracle of light Suffering this curse The sword in your heart Slides deeper inside The stairs to salvation Steeper you climb Nowhere to turn Nowhere to hide The messenger beacons And will not be denied Ancient specter Withers in the dirt Bled of all its worth Transcendent spires Ancestors of earth Witnesses of ruin’s rebirth The bony fingers Of doom uncurl As the light is laid to rest For all that lives Must depart from this world Called forth from the depths I am The messenger of death Cursed life Living offering Cursed life Living offering
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Thy tongue knows not the silence That only the dead can speak Howling on forever Echoing endlessly Ceaselessly adrift (gliding upon the stars) Ceasing to exist Numb eyes Gazing deep into the night Dragged down Further from the warmth of light Always further As the stillness Translates the voices of old Specters of the dead Stir in their tombs Always further Leeching the light away As the heir Is pulled from the womb Carry on, oh wandering soul Fading now into the dark Ceaselessly adrift Ceasing to exist Numb hands With which all hope is cast aside Dragged down Further from the warmth Further from the light Further from the light Cast out Absolved Further from the light Carry on, oh wandering soul Fading now into the dark Carry on, oh wandering soul Fading now into the dark
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Destined for the dirt Sentenced to be By the sword of the damned Buried deep within Removed from the heart And returned to the hand Nothing is sacred That crawls up from the soil The heavenly throne Thirsts for the blood of the royal Trumpets resound As the right is reclaimed And the body is nourished With the wine of the vein Triumph of the slain Iron sharpened still Pulled forth from the infinite deep This sword of despair I've honed Delays me from eternal sleep Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Deceased, devout, delivered Fed to the flames Every sheep that is led astray For all will come to know The glorious transcend the grave Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Thy spirit, that which remained Spilled forth to join The Triumph of the slain
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Born from the soil of the earth Thrown to the fire Still defying the laws of fate Willing to conspire All you give Is all you'll fucking get New grief, denied reprieve Conceived and forced to breathe Bitter bones slowly breaking Shouldering the weight Spat out by the world No rest comes for the weary The sins of man Have to be carried Another ghost Ascends the stairway For death is the only sanctuary Cast down as a fallen star Left to die The journey trudges on An ax to grind All you give Is all you'll fucking get New grief, denied reprieve Conceived and forced to breathe Conceived and forced to Breathe in the ashes And fade away The coffin is nailed shut Here to stay They say No rest comes for the weary The sins of man Have to be carried Another ghost Ascends the stairway For Death is the only sanctuary
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Enter into the forest Be reborn in the roots Wisdom of the wild is granted The branch is reaching forth And offering the fruit The oath is sworn Breathing it in Bounty of the earth All that there has ever been Hands of time Yearn for the trees The grail that overflows Is offered up before the kings Now has come the storm Taken the oath of the sorcerer Ingesting all that still remains These battered bodies And their souls unclaimed Broken bodies Now their souls unchained
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Feral crown devours Never satisfied Thunder marches Collecting the tax All will fall to the path of wrath Darkness surrounding The deeper that I descend Ravenous steel Bones of the prey At the bottom only pain And persistence remain Pressing on Laying the path Paved in misery Only pain and persistence remain Warm blood Creeping down the blade Consumed by carnage Fed to the fray Only pain and persistence remain Thе deeper that I descend No tеars are shed for those Who are triumphant Oh I am the descender I am the descender Come to lay beneath the axe All will fall to the path of wrath
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Easy come, easy go The price is not high For your lowly soul Only fools will offer nothing In hopes that sorrows Will turn to gold The pages of the book are closing And you're stuck in between Holding out your hands So undeserving All you want you cannot have Easy come, easy go Not enough to pay the toll Laid bare upon the altar In hopes that sorrows Will turn to gold I smell the stench of fear Seeping from your flesh Hexes hang on your lips Conjuring the spell On thy own behalf Take the fruit Straight from the tree Never will you plant the seed Accelerate Fingers betwixt Levy asunder No mercy No sympathy Harsh justice Pure treachery Washed away by the crashing waters Dashed on the rocks And dragged to the depths Unholy Shepherd rising on Gather your flock And slaughter the rest No mercy No sympathy Harsh justice Pure treachery No mercy No sympathy No respite Eternally
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Now that the sun Has grown so dim That which was bright Cold hands have Come to claim All that is their right Behind the veil Our dreams will sleep Hidden away Now do you see the truth When nothing's left to gain Truly lost All that is lost Is truly lost Thy eyes are drawn Thyself to look upon Matrimony, flesh and dirt Long dreamt by the ancient ones Hidden from our eyes Our hearts to mend Til they unite again Nothing left to feel Some wounds aren't meant to heal Nothing left to feel Some wounds aren't meant to heal Etched in scars with blade benign Consciousness pours The salt inside Cold hands come to claim Where boundless sorrows reign Now do you see the truth When nothing's left Nothing is left to lose
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Wretched one Yearning in the darkness Shrieking, burned by the light Behold the corpse Of thy salvation Hanging against the night Pale as the moon Adorned in rags Crowned with a head of thorns Ripping and tearing At the threads again Each word that's uttered is cursed Puncture wound The eyes of death are piercing Blackened gaze of the pit Cursed maw Blades of bone surrounding Swallowed by the abyss Wretched flame Raging in the distance Infernal feast Ashes of transgression Remnants of weakness deceased Drawn to the eye That pierced me through Wretched one awake And carry forth the torch Illuminate the path I seek To rot forever more Behold the corpse Behold the flame Behold the wound Behold the way
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
The holy serpent Has come before his congregation To place his fangs in their ears His venom stings And poisons them for generations Cursed to choke on their fears With his lies he devours their eyes And sends them out in the night "I promise thee Ye shall see once more For your greed has granted you sight" Holy serpents Licking at your neck The calf you worship Recording all your debt Await thy judgement By the hammer of god Fangs of the serpent Transcribing the law Heavy falls the ax That lays low Heavy falls the ax Down upon the throat Fragile lamb Seized by the jaws Teeth become nails Each for a cross Thousands of nails Each for a cross A thrall, you are chosen To bring wrath to the lost Granting thy judgement With the hammer of God Fangs of the serpent Ripped out by the claws
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026
Higher and higher Led by true sight Carried forth by desire On a river of light Sacred fire purifies the lungs As the body and earth are one Come, o worthiest of souls The throne will receive the heir Follow me to the gates of hell That the weakness may be expelled Shrouded in fog of the highest grade Turned to ash As quickly as they came Follow me to the gates of hell That the weakness may be expelled Sacred fire purifies Sacred fire purifies the lungs As the body and earth become one Higher and Higher Led by true sight Carried forth by desire On a river of light
Submitted by Pestilence — Aug 14, 2026