Impending Doom
This track is instrumental.
Bloodshot eyes, pulsating arteries, boiling blood My sanity is on the verge of collapse Since you've come here my world has turned upside down Upside down! I bid you welcome to my realm of animosity! You can be as unforgiving as you want to be! Join me on quest for my perennial nemesis! I bid you welcome to my realm of animosity! You can be as unforgiving as you want to be! Join me on quest for my perennial nemesis! Perennial nemesis! You wrecked it all without even battling an eyelid You kept me on a short leash so I had to watch you kill I saw you violate, defile and slaughter Now it's payback time you wretch! The tables have turned! Your black heart belongs to me! Watch me as I slowly rip it out of your fucking chest! All ye world observe my bestial vengeance on this bastard son Bear witness to this act of liberation! I've bidden you welcome to my dominion of hate! Avenge yourself before it is too late! Now I'll join you on the quest for your eternal nemesis! I've bidden you welcome to my dominion of hate! Avenge yourself before it is too late! Now I'll join you on the quest for your eternal nemesis!
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Shattered remains of what used to be pure and respectable, lie in pieces on the icy ground. Gray debris of a fallen society. Shattered remains! Pure and respectable! Pieces on the icy ground! A fallen society! Even in awareness of impending doom they show no signs of fear or regret. Drained of life, emaciated figures search for shreds of memories amongst the ruins of their lives. Even in awareness of impending doom they show no signs of fear or regret. Even now staring into death's face there is no trace of mourning however. All too soon their world will be dead and gone. Yet I see no one mourn. Soon their world will be nothing but a memory. Yet not a tear in their eyes I see. Hollow faces dressed in black robes, contorted postures, an awful sight. With skeletal fingers they rummage through the remnants. They sense the coming storm, the sky above expectorating clouds of purest black. Expectorating clouds of purest black!
Submitted by MetalElf — May 09, 2026
Illusions - created for the sole purpose of denying the insufferable truth. small utopias for the mind who in horror turns away from the experienced. The one sensible invention of a creature only capable of its own devastation. A refuge for the pestered mind in a world turned upside down. Give me just one more blissful vision of oblivion that leads me away from the dark abysses of our dreadful time. Blood, blood everywhere, spilled by innocents who aren't that clean-handed themselves. Away, oh ghastly demon, away, you who approves of these happenings. I want to flee back into my little realm of dreams, of unreality. But, alas, it is not unreal to me. And so I turn away my face from you, oh cruel world! I choose to expel myself from your corroded society! Away, oh ghastly demon, away, you who approves of these atrocities. I want to flee back into my little realm of dreams, of unreality. Below into the gloominess of neglect my body is drawn, to the condemned souls, the expelled. They are the ones who haven't forgotten to dream, to have illusions. And so turn away my face from you, oh cruel world! I choose to expel myself from your corroded society! And so I dream my dream of justice in the silent corner of a black and sticky cave. And still I feel stronger than you who live on the surface. You are but arrogant beings of a species doomed for all eternity.
Submitted by MetalElf — May 09, 2026
"Let me tell you about my first and “only" murder. But not a rash act committed in the heat of the moment. Rather a cold-blooded yet sophisticated and accurately planned plot to kill. He insulted me and the name of my family and for this disgraceful deed I had to punish him with impunity. My retribution would be horrid. Though not a syllable of resentment came to my lips in his presence. He felt absolutely comfortable and secure not even sensing the masterly prepared vendetta I would execute on him. The sword of Damocles was swinging above his head like a giant, sharpened pendulum ready to cut him in two." There we walked, traversing the sinister park in the death night. Several shots of whiskey calmed his temper. We mused on philosophy and he became slightly intoxicated. At last we arrived at the crypt of my family. Torches led our way down the old stairs into the vault. I promised him a casque of fine old stuff down there. The air was dense and stifling, it stank of death. Still he could not resist my tempting offer. Soon he would be tied to stone. Immured in a small niche down below. His cries for help would die away unsound into the night. Walled up alive, the vengeance would be mine. So we proceeded deeper and deeper into the deadly tunnel. I repeatedly provided him with alcohol. Drowsy and pretty drunk he sat down on a chair. This was the moment I had anticipated for so long. For so long revenge had been burning in my heart!!! Revenge had been burning in my heart!!! He did not notice me as I chained him to the stool. Then I hurried to complete my dreadful plot. Brick by brick I masoned, layer by layer I brought up. Shortly only one piece was left to close the wall forever. “What the hell is happening? What are you doing?", he screamed. "Nemo me impune lacessit!!", I replied callously. Carefully I placed the last stone into the masonry. His dull screams accompanied me as I slowly left the crypt smiling. Far below the earth he's tied to stone. Immured in a small niche down in hell. His cries of death will die away unsound into the night. Walled up alive, the vengeance now is mine. The vengeance now is mine!!!
Submitted by MetalElf — May 09, 2026
The horizon is painted in a colour not of this earth. Thundery clouds are gathering, adumbrating the final tempest. The final tempest will put you all to rest! It's the one that will sweep them all into nonentity. Still the "worms" are defying their own perdition, simply averting their eyes from their inevitable demise. It's almost accomplished, doomsday has arrived. No time left for exculpations, what's done is done. What you've achieved turns to meaningless dust. Ask yourself, did you wreck all this for fun? A vapour of apocalyptic fog ascends from the alienlike horizon and approaches the first colonies. The blowing increases, soon unleashing a powerful tempest consuming all living things. It's the one that will sweep them all into nonentity. Still the "worms" are defying their own perdition, simply averting their eyes from their inevitable demise.
Submitted by MetalElf — May 09, 2026
Yearning for death, the desire, the longing to die Dark secrets, sinister thoughts, depressions These feelings of boundless loneliness Filled with eternal hatred against everything living! No love or safety, just pure agony and this never ending pain Fire burns inside the soul, black fire! Thorns hurt inside the flesh! Deeply drilled into the heart, thorns of death! Oh, eternal, sweet death, come and lead me away to unknown places! To places of inspiration, enlightenment and eternal bliss. Let me taste your power! The moon as the silent companion in endless, sombre nights Winds blow right through the soul, let it freeze! Cleanse it in complete catharsis! Yearning for salvation from the infinite, painful sorrows of life! Of life! Oh, eternal, sweet death, let me be one with you, oh, dark master! Illuminate the path of the dead, symbolising an eternally grinning masque! Thorns hurt inside the flesh! Deeply drilled into the heart, thorns of death! So I leave my body behind in a world full of decadence, rottenness and decay Dwelling through the spheres of eternity Caressing the stars Absorbing the completeness of that infinite void
Submitted by MetalElf — May 09, 2026
He deserved it, simply deserved it. The misery and dolor he brought us had to be avenged one day, The strongest of all human emotions led our thoughts into an irreversible direction. Retaliation!!! Is it wrong to judge? A landscape full of scorn, devoured by the dense fog, witnessed the premature interment of a sick and twisted bastard. He brought us nothing but pain and affliction. We broke our spines under his reign of terror and torment. But eventually united we could liberate ourselves from the chains that forced us to simply watch the appalling scenery. 6 feet in length and 3 feet in width your deathbed shall measure. Made of cast iron, airtightly locked, for our private pleasure. We could no longer endure the disastrous scenario. The terror he inflicted upon us had to be punished with utter relentlessness and sheer brutality. You can't imagine the gaze of his stupefying eyes, his derailed lineaments as we informed him of his oncoming end. Never would he think of a turmoil, never of insubordination and a disregard of his orders. There it stood, the coffin, waiting to receive a soul so foul. The heavens above turned pitch black and the wind did howl. Blinfolded and tied to hands and feet he was led to his life's finale. Sealing the casket with concrete we finally freed ourselves from this evil forever. Interred prematurely, suffocating miserably. Do you still think it's wrong to judge?
Submitted by MetalElf — May 09, 2026
Again I was sitting in a dark chamber musing on the uncanny. Every sign of willingness to comprehend this world was extinguished within me. Within me. The books on death and the beyond were then my sole companions since everything seemed so alien and ghastly to me. A yearning grasped me like I've never known before. "How will it be like on the other side? The other side! Is it black and hollow, an infinite perpetuity of silence? Or are there entities whose complexion one cannot imagine in one's gruesomest dreams?" There I cowered reflecting on the realms beyond the known, the nameless chasms of oblivion I realized how distress slowly captured my innermost. My innermost. This existence offered me nothing but pain and grief. I searched for something new, something to enhance my knowledge. So I took a black dagger, preparing myself for the outmost. Despair and curiousness guided my hand as the cold metal softly scribed my skin. The vessel opened and the crimson fluid ran down to the cold stone floor. No sooner had I slashed my vein than my lifeblood created small runlets on the ground. The mist before my eyes became denser and denser as I slowly vanished from this world.
Submitted by MetalElf — May 09, 2026
Dirk Neidhardt â BassPaul â DrumsAlex â Guitars (rhythm)Matthias â Guitars (lead)Markus Förster â KeyboardsThomas Berthel â Vocals (lead) Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com AEVERON LYRICS
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 18, 2026