From the Deep (My Tribute to the Masters of Dark Side)
English / Hungarian This is Armageddon "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: And his name that sat on him was Death And Hell followed with him. And power was given Unto them over the fourth part of the earth, To kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, And with the beasts of the earth". And then again "I saw and beheld, a black horse; And he that sat on him had a scythe; And a crown Was given unto him and he went forth conquering, and to conquer. And there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black As sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood. And the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, Even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, When she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven Departed as a scroll when it is rolled together, And every mountain and island were moved out of their places." Almighty mountains and rocks, I beg you fall on them. For the great day of wrath is coming, and who shall be able to stand? [From The Book of Revelations: Edited and partly re-written by Satyr.] EGY ÚJ KOR HAJNALA „Erre fakó lovat láttam, a Halál ült rajta, nyomában az alvilág. Hatalmat kapott a föld negyed része fölött, hogy karddal, éhínséggel, halállal és fenevadakkal pusztítsák az életet. Ekkor fekete lovat láttam, lovasa kaszát tartott a kezében. Korona adaték neki, s ő diadalmasan kivonult, hogy győzelmet arasson. S nagy földrengés támadt. A Nap olyan fekete lett, mint a szőrzsák, a Hold pedig olyan, mint a vér. Az ég csillagai a földre hullottak, mint amikor a fügefa hullatja éretlen fügéit, ha erős szél rázza. Az ég összehúzódott, mint egy felgöngyölt könyvtekercs. Minden hegy és sziget elmozdult a helyéről.” Hatalmas hegyek és sziklák, könyörgöm zuhanjatok rájuk. Eljött a harag nagy napja, ugyan ki állhat meg előtte?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 13, 2025
Darkness - swallowing all in its path The blind leading the blind and the "flock" is ever confused Who has the gift of healthy sight and mind Who can withstand while the others are blown away? Eyes to see...what the others see not Ears to hear...the voice of the elders guides Eyes to see...and the blind; they wither away You fools! These eyes are never for you Darkness - corrupting all in its path Greed leading the man to blindness, suffering And ever foretold...the meek shall have this earth Alas without sight they will only be left with demise Worlds apart are they and I My world remains in sight Their lives - despair The "I's" and "They's" cannot compare
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 13, 2025
In an endless maze begotten To dead ends led by fools I sought a plague for those Who smiled at walls in humble fear Yet, belligerent ways came to an end No war could ease my hunger By craving death I was To darkness reborn No sacrifice too great Caught in another maze Truly endless Still this maze is mine No peace for me No peace I seek My quest goes far beyond No sacrifice too great Caught in another maze Truly endless Still this maze is mine I hail the greatest fall Dark is the spirit of my token Dark is my call Still craving, still torn Hear me, master of this realm To which I was reborn "Bearer of my stigma. Thou art of me. Yet, claim no gift, but guidance. For I am the giver of temptation. Thou art the executor of Thy rewards" Dark is the spirit of my token Dark is my call The cosmic forces driving me More noble, more free Take me Love and hate and all in between I greet them all in ecstasy Venus, seduce me Mars, possess me Tear my soul from sanity No sacrifice too great Caught in another maze Truly endless Still this maze is mine And I am thine
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 13, 2025
...Azokhoz, akik az Éjszakában lakoznak... Here is so desolate; Times, they are dark Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar Empathy arises whilst thou drapest this world in black; The only colour that can paint my soul Clad in the shades of night Thou reflects the pure of heart Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth The thorn in my side - thou retainst Thy breeze maketh me shiver Maimeth me with its frozen malice Thou minglest with the dense night I hearken to the voice of thy winds They are the saddest of all sounds of thine Never will I take leave from thy haunt Hast thou ever desired me? I receive no answer, thou letst it pass in silence...
Submitted by The Void — Nov 13, 2025
Deep down in the black slime of this earth The dead sink to Hell Perfectly obscured From the sullen hundred's stare And upheld by strings of gold Hang the sacred stars in the sky While Jehovah lifts his sinister eye from our world His laws do no longer compell A swift wind of doom disturb the endless sleep Of this indolent and effete Deep down in the black slime of this earth The dead sink to Hell Obscured from the hundred's stare Hang the sacred stars in the sky Deep down in the black slime of this earth Restless limbs are at work Deep down beneath the dark tar of this land Decrepit lungs crave air If you could see through the strata of dirt That cover these infertile fields You would meet a thousand empty eyes Endlessly seeking the invisible stars One spectre of fire brought swiftly away Upon a gust over the fields To imbue within the forbidden life The dead shall ride... Years tore upon tarpid flesh Those years have (now) come to an end Disturbed to awake from their permanent sleep The dead shall ride... Over the earth The spectres of fire are brought swiftly away Upon a gust over the fields To enlighten and lead the forbidden progress Of the dead that ride... Over the earth
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 13, 2025
Resting by my fire. Looking deep into it's flames. My mind must have been somewhere else Far beyond these plains. I am suddenly aware of a pair of eyes staring at me. I turn around and behold the most ugly thing I have seen. The woman standing in the glade like a shadow in the night Points her wretched finger at me with a wretched smile And she asks me in a voice that sounds as if it's been so long since she spoke, if I seek magic then I should come along I'm but a man. Mortal, a man. But she leaves no footprints in the snow Still I follow on to where she is going For she has promised me magic if I follow on. She takes me to a part of these woods few have ever seen. Where the sun surely won't reach Still the ground ominously gleams. She says she's seen me coming and that she knows where I'll go. But before I leave she says there is this one thing I should know. She offers me the ability to take a fatal wound. Every cut by sword or spear will be absorbed by her tree-womb. The magic will remain until it's time for me to part with this mortal world. And all she'll claim is my young heat. I'm but a man. Mortal, a man. And I'll need all the help that I can get. So I give my heart to the woman of the dark With or without it...my life is not over yet. Wing of bat and lizard's eye. Dust of a star fallen from the sky. Tears of a virgin, cum of a god. Thirteen drops of an infant's blood A twist of a cat's spit and oil of the moon Stir for a while and very soon A salve to be applied upon the chest close to where the heart beats strong. No pains will occur when her hand is pushed into my flesh She'll slowly draw my living heart out of my open chest. She'll place my heart in the pit of the snake and behold the years go by. Hers to keep from the moment when the time has come for me to die.
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 13, 2025