Requiem of December
Kiss my pale face and leave me for the last time Nobody will remember me, after your death Ah, after your death They are tolling for me, this sad bells full of agony I know now it isn't worth to have lived this life On this tombstone you can see the end of my life In my death you can see your own death Nobody will remember you, when your sons will be dead Remember me when the sky will be violet and clear Ah, will be violet and clear Remember me when the sky will be violet and clear Ah, will be violet and clear
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
The fullmoon, of late ethereal autumn Is the coldest and most melancholic All is dismal and void of life Under this December's moonlight This Requiem of December is the deepest and grey Mourning and melancholia attend me in this requiem No trace of light, within my eyes, Nor on my face so pale Reciting this funeral melody I wore my black dress This is my blue memory of an extinguishing life
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
If your soul hasn't never found its peace So your feelings are close to mine Every night I dream this wished Nirvana It will begun only beyond this my suffered life Oh, that will be my eternal rest It seams just the end of all life Oh, that will be the sad peace for me
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
I spent my life in faraway dismal places I came back now, and I'm only waiting to die May I die down there Into my forests never forgotten Covered by a mantle of withered leafs May my last sigh To breathe their sweet smell And may I still hear The voice of the cold wind Among that silver trees For the last time Let me wonder for the last time Into my forests never forgotten I left sure to had abandoned all I came back now and I'm only waiting to die
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
For many years dead children only were born Funerals and desperation, fear and hate An occult evil blinded their minds And drove them to exterminate themselves She was cursed by the mankind Cause her deal with the devil And the place were she lived, recognize her no more Apollonia, scapegoat of sick beliefs They gave you her sentence of torture and death Among the tears of her sons The stake of Apollonia shone in that December's night On the Gallow's Field, her body was dissolved in ash An occult evil suffocated their minds And drove them to their own extinction
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Now maybe her sadness is showered on this place Like the shroud is spread out on her face white by now She was so young and beautiful but so blue But her memory made me smile no more My tears are soaking all these thorns That covered everything was once ours With their sad aura of decay That will not leave me never That walls so pale, covered by ivy That windows so empty, like eyes of a skull They are like a plague in my flesh
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025