Mad God

An Age of Ash
Released 2026-03-27 88 days ago
Country Johannesburg, South Africa
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1. Godforsaken (The Pact)

6m 8s Length
105 Words
55 Unique
17.1 WPM
473 Chars
26 Lines
A Pact
Made in blood
For the ones that you love
Born in fear, drenched in tears

I Burn

Oh, the fire
Starts to burn in your eyes
Watch the walls fall around me
I BURN
WE BURN 

As my flesh starts to knit
As my mind begins to fade

I swear I will find you
I swear I will find you
I know I will find you
I pray I will find you

I will crush you, I will destroy you 
I will desert you for what you have done to me

After all I have done
Is there room for this godforsaken one

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2. Left to Rot

8m 17s Length
77 Words
43 Unique
9.3 WPM
417 Chars
29 Lines
Begone
You've failed
End life
Waste prevails

The stains on the stone
The stench, the air, it stung
With a billowing sound
Hate and fear still clung

Begone
You've failed
End life
Waste prevails

The body was a mess
Festering and putrid
Yet still clung to life
Pain immeasurable  

Begone
You've failed
End life
Waste prevails

No way, no hope
No death, no respite
There is no path to the end
The worst is yet to come

Word Counts

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3. An Age of Ash

7m 26s Length
196 Words
98 Unique
26.4 WPM
957 Chars
44 Lines
God is not dead, because he never lived
I will burn everyone who says
This was my fault, I will not fall
To be reborn beyond the veil

I hold your life now in my hands
You will grasp this fact before you stand
Before me, my chosen thralls
To make this world my kingdom

Don't waste my time
Vengeance will be mine
Bow before me
I will set you free

To see you driven into pain
My every wish will be your bane
You will cower before my reign
I own your body, soul and brain

The world will turn to ash
Balex, Lord of Dirt
Level the cities of men
Your future burns around you

Don't waste my time
Vengeance will be mine
Bow before me
I will set you free

Don't waste my time
Vengeance will be mine
Bow before me
I will set you free

Thus ends the age of men
Bringing down this bed of sin
Nothing is better than this
I will not miss it one last bit

The world will turn to ash
My every word becomes a lash
Your future burns around you
Your hope, a distant memory

Word Counts

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4. Chosen

10m 44s Length
232 Words
121 Unique
21.6 WPM
1186 Chars
50 Lines
You told me
You told me of the truth
You showed me
The only way is war

You broke me
You tore my self in two
Rebuild me
Restored without a core

I find myself slipping towards the void
Searching for a name I can't recall

The chosen
Her path, a mystery
Life stolen
All because of me

Her future
Marred with pain and grief
Refuse this
Run before the fall

I find myself slipping towards the void
Searching for a name I can't recall
I'm staring at an image that is not like me
A hidden visage, peering, waiting to be free

And as I stand at the peak of  the mountain, voices filling my head
Eternity has become a reality
Time is an empty vessel, my love dead, and gone
And as these thoughts enter my head, the screaming gets louder
The voices swirl with laughter as they mock my despair
I scream out to the Gods with blood filling my throat
Larynx tear as I let out a curdling howl

Behold thee
A force, not a belief
Faith leaves me
My fears lay deep beneath

Sins to bear
Never bring reprieve 
A sentence
Never to be free

I find myself slipping towards the void
Searching for a name I can't recall
I'm staring at an image that is not like me
A hidden visage, peering, waiting to be free

Word Counts

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5. The Price

9m 19s Length
203 Words
65 Unique
21.8 WPM
1048 Chars
50 Lines
The mind 
A system 
Of control
The senses
A mind of their own

Upon my brow the fault it rests
Upon my soul, the atrophy sets
The price of greed, it holds my stead
Never bring relief, no respite from this dread

Life
A vision
Of a whole
The parts
Invisible yet known

Upon my brow the fault it rests
Upon my soul, the atrophy sets
The price of greed, it holds my stead
Never bring relief, no respite from this dread

A pyre built from all of our lies
An elegy for all forgotten ties
A dirge of fatal reminiscence
Nostalgia for those names long dead

Death
A start
To a truth
Yet unknown
Calling to me

Upon my brow the fault it rests
Upon my soul, the atrophy sets
The price of greed, it holds my stead
Never bring relief, no respite from this dread

A pyre built from all of our lies
An elegy for all forgotten ties
A dirge of fatal reminiscence
Nostalgia for those names long dead
A pyre built from all of our lies
An elegy for all forgotten ties
A dirge of fatal reminiscence
Nostalgia for those names long dead

Fight for your life

Never again

Word Counts

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