Josh Plovanic's Writings and Thoughts

The conquerors of darkness The purgers of hate. The Victors over blackness These soldiers lie in wait To ambush all the wicked And bludgeon all the fools Who worship void and shadow Who become the shifty tools Of demon lords and dragons  These agents of the void They know not what is coming They will surely be destroyed The conquerors of darkness The shatterers of fear Will break the final boundary As we enter the final year The sea of blood will boil The rivers black with oil The bloodied, burning soil The rusted fruit of labour's toil These things shall be the signs Of the ending of the times The dark shall be enlightened Men and kingdoms frightened   Their blinded minds quite brightened The bright white truth and light Will break their will to fight Uncertainty's burden lifted Their hearts and minds are gifted Their paths no longer drifted From the loving plan Of the greatest man Whose world his glory shifted On the path to restoration His mighty liberation Has brought a gre

On bloodsoaked fields My heart shall yield The fruits of my greatest lust On sharpened blades My enemies fade  Cut to pieces  Crushed into dust I conquer fear And shed no tear For the ashes of a dying place I waste the foes In this realm's death throes I stare into my glory's face A wretched lie Will forever die Its slavery now exposed The Devil's chains With all his stains His bloodsoaked hands His wicked plans Will be revealed  By blooddrenched swords And shattered shields The demons' hate will seal their fate this filthy lie Of a world will die As depravity's curse Blackens its sky The broken dreams The reddened streams The sweatsoaked beds Of a world soon dead The conquered beast Will grieve me least The birds will surely Have their feast The evil armies Could never harm me The conquered hordes And burning fjords This wrath unfurled Upon this dying world The price of sin Is death again No flood, but fire To burn the liar Then death will die So, too, will this wr