The Night of Satanachia
Mighty weapons from the medieval days now climbing into the nightsky revealing our destinys a path descending right below we are at the gate... ...at the gate to timeless journey honour in the air we ride.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Moonfog... on the visualized nightsky alone I stand cold winds of blackest dark fill my embrace snow calmly falls memories, so faded, so forgotten views, so beautiful, so dreamed now exists again shadow... Of the darkest dance under the moonglow steels my soul, steels my soul I stare my life
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Frosty fogwoods upon we run into the deepest forest with wind among us surrounded by wintersky, shadows of fullmoon frozen breeze starts to feel our dream, our reality It is all the same obscured in frozen throne realms of desecration a raven in the opened sky black snow descends our horde above all gathered in whirlwind risen from blackened war wounded, but strengthened enlightening in moonglow feeling the darkest mood... holocaust longing for winterforest
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I wait in the cemetary, and I want succubus to come night is cold, wind is mystical when time is right, succubus will return evil spirits hover in my mind. I am ready now, Succubus take me ravens fly in the sky... I see fog in my eyes... Succubus appears in a shape of woman she is the goddess of beauty she is a female vampire... she gives me eternal life lust growing in my mind... sussubus seduce me, taste my blood... I give my soul to you I want to die, I want to born again kill me succubus, don't leave me... forests of sorrow, forests of death... succubus sings my last songs at the cemetary werewolves howling at the hill blackness falls onto me... I am now immortal
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Eyes of the twilight on a night of red stones so cold shining on blood heaven torn apart by a blackened view winds come forth from my frozen soul nocturnal landscape only seen by me affects my crystal like mind this field of unseen wisdom grants my hunger wandering stars circling above proud in the northern sky within frost eternity hears my wintercall funeral mood among with demon soul vampire spirit among with demon soul the night of Satanachia
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Gathering at gravestones black shades everywhere candles waking the spirits undead moon on a rise sword on a fall ice-cold hands turning colours demons of the night waking from the dream bright shadow of the clouds running away souls signed with tortured scream silence fades... time passes by as bewitched unnoticed, uncalled...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025