Ankou and the Death Fire
My death-thirst is sthrong unquenchable death-kissed, mine days in the grave... Cold and rotting... I rise as shadows, unquenchable... In phantom form casting a mournful shadow... Shrieking in the nigh... Unquenchable... Forty days i enter my corpse in the grave... To rise... Drinking and spitting blood... Cruel fangs and claws and all... Life i thirts for... That rhythm of the heart slowing... Into the abyss encireled in darkness... The void is where i breath fire... Blackned whispers call you near... Behold the death-thirst.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
At dusk, the gates of the netherworld can be opened... The Ankou takes shape... Tall and gaunt casting shadow, let the wizened sking bring the stench of death... Ankou, swathed in a ragged shroud... Ankou nigh stalker... Smell the air for the living... Your cart creeks slowly by... Eyes lit with a phantom flame, Ankou the death bringer... Sharpen my scythe on human bones... Plague and dysentery my companions beside me... A appear by the ghostly death fire, won't you come with me?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
She waits there... Pale and still... She is pale untill her prey passes by... Beautiful and seductive, Baobhan sith, lurking In the cemetary... Seeking her cold kiss of death... Dearg-due, she Bites deep with her Kiss... Slowly the life is drained... She is strong... From the moutain wilds, her world opens to ours... To drink the ecstasyes of death... Immortal... Shadow upon black wings, the world become gray between the living and the death... Drink the deep with Phantom grasps to old untill carries off... Behold, Dearg-due, who loves darkness and warm streams of crimson life...
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
The chilling winds of autumn... The horde of darkness rise... Upon steeds and Wolves with demonic faces gather, tonight the wild Hunt rides... Gwyn ap nudd, libations to an ancientgod... No prayers may save your human pray... Fast on the dark skies... A huntsman in the devil's mask... Screaming upon the night sky... Triumphant glance... Across the haunting moon... Let our noise terrify... I deal in death, the Wolves and hounds tear life away.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Grim terrifying reaper, to all who are gathered by... Ankou... Grave yard watcher, gaunt... Your forms are meny, old god... As a wizened corpse tall and decayind... Who wields the scythe or sword, Ankou, shadow-wraith collecting the dead... Black robed phantom, whose burning glance from beneath the hat bring terror... Whose Black cart is led by 2 ghostly serbants, four flour black death-steeds... Oberour ar Maro, who is Cain immortal, reaping... Ankou, king of the dead, let the power of shadows be mind... Haunting in decay... Do you hear cart? Karrigell and Ankou (wheelbarrow of death), his pound of flesh best cold... The knock on the doors calls all into the darkness while shedding the flesh...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
On a cold night, still a death, winds send forth the wild hunt, from the east to the coldest north, we are the escort to the grave... Cwn Annwn, spectral wolves and phantom hounds, hail Lolo ap Auw, can you hear them baying in the void? Into the forests, gather the souls and death, deeper into the green wilds... unto Caer Vandwy, fortress of the otherworld... to the king of spirits and his Queen - Cwn Annwn, you who are entering the forest... for the love of your mate permit us to enter your dwelling...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Behold, the green fields of batlle, let the sword be shary and cruel... Under the ravens, banner we ghader to kill and feed the soil our blood... I seek the ecstasy of the blade burying in flesh... open the flesh of the gods, spears stabbing down... Harbingers of death, hearken to me! As warriors falls, dying and tortured by cruel wounds, let macha drink deep... by the tusks of the Boar, fill me with your frenzy... by the hunting hounds biting the throat of my prey, let no weapon assail me... Morrigan favor me under the bleeding crescent moon, Morrigan guide us to the netherworld if you determine that I fall...
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
In the cold chill of night, hear mournful wail... Apparition, creeping shadow which takes shape... the cry of the Owl cannot be ignored... when the Ankou comes, his thirst must be sated, hordes of phantoms, Labous an Ankou upon the nocturnal winds, Labous an Ankou, I seek to extinguish your fire, let the carrion fill my cart... haggard corpse filled with a fiery spirits of the darkness... Cain, cloak me in the robes of Ankou, let me take the form of the bird of death...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Dark spirit upon the nightmare steed, bearing its head screeching into the darkness... small fires in the black light flicker about... a skull with stretched skin, molded and tight with decay... a grin which reveals a lust for death, never sated... Dullahan, carry the whipe of the spine of the corpse, the black wagon carries the dead, graven in funeral objects, skull candles light the way covered in human skin... an fear Dorcha Gan Ceann...
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025