Personal Hell
Regarde mes yeux! Les Corbeaux disperses en Novembre. Legarde les nuages grises! Regarde mon visage! Les Corbeaux disperses en Novembre. Regarde mon coeur! Les Corbeaux disperses en Novembre. Regarde les nuages noirs! Les ames innocentes-les corbeaux disperses en Novembre. Regarde les nuages noires! Les os tresses-les corbeaux disperse en Novembre, Regarde les nuages noirs! La fosse sanglante-les corbeaux disperses en Novembre. Bois de mon sang! La colere noire-les corbeaux disperses en Novembre. Bois de mon sang! Le courant mort-les corbeaux disperses en Novembre. Bois de mon sang! La souffrance noire-Les corbeaux disperses en Novembre.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Releves les voiles noirs et rends-toi,la, ou le temp n’a pas d’importance! Releves les voiles noirs et que le vent mort desseche mes yeux et metamorphose ton sang dans une sendre grise. Releves les voiles noirs et rends-toi la, ou lee debauchees cherissent des loups et ou les corbeaux chantent ta mort. Releves les voiles noirs! Devient un Ange,qui cherche son ame en temp de peste! Sois diable pleurant son pere!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Open thy wounded heart And let the shadows of your predecessors flow into it! Seven frozen riders came out from the fog. I invited them to enter their home. My blood melted their deepest sleep. My heart is their lost temple. The first drops fall into the fire… …and for the wolves born from it. Their flags were covered in frost. A handful of black embers- Burned by the first holy fire Ravens croak called my name. Let my brothers - wolves end my song!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Les pas tenebreuses avaient laisse des traces sanglantes. L’ombre de tes ailes s’etala sur le cercueil dans lequel la mort a garde ses trophees. J’ai engage ma vie d’un espoir conf use, mais voila-j’attends le vent avec ton souffle, pour passer inapercu, et pour glacer mes larmes, pleines de secheresse. La vide et la melancolie-dans les vetements spectrals- Ils devenissaient mes epousees J’ai engage ma vie d’un espoir confuse mais voila-mes larmes pleines de secheresse. sur le cercueil, ils seront comme les traces sanglantes.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A cold breath of timelessness carries severe songs-there I will lay my body forever. I cut my sanity in two parts. I see my soul wandering through burnt forests and it searches the path to my final rest. Freezing wîuds dried up my skin and carried me towards the hills where fathers mourn for their daughters and mothers lick the blood-red bodies of their sons. There on the hills the dead whisper my name. Black ravens are warming my blood. There, on the hill, I saw my heart getting up and starting through the bark of the dogs, howling of wolves and creaking of bones, towards my promised domains, my eternal domains. My immortal domains.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Un coup violent de glaive. Un eclat d’ache-un suflement de fIeshe et le monde languit de tes yeux. Et le chemin part dans le ciel. As est comme la glaive et comme ta main-solid et vrai. Par le chemin volait un cheval ardent, Plus net que d’eclat, Plus blanc que la neige. Ton esprit s’empresse. De lautre cote ils t’envoient leur saluts. As t’attendent. As existe le lieu pour toi. …Et le chemin part dans le ciel. Ton esprit s’empresse -un cheval ardent. De l’autre cote il existe le lieu pour toi. A existe le lieu pour toi. Plus net que d’eclat- et le chemin part dane le ciel. Plus blanc que la neige.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
With ferocious and raging force I will cut away the savage enemy's Incurable wound. Furry filed my mouth My eyes are burning in flames. Darkness as black as pitch Embraced the altar stone. His blade cut the throat and he wanted To feed me with yet trembling meat. I gave a gift to Death - a gift of Wails and flood of tears. Thunders of wrath shaked the altar. And the same old grayness fell again. Unnail to me the doors of death, And let in deadly peace to find Some rest, so not to last my grief-forever!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Deep beneath the core, around the roots of consciousness flames touched my sanity. Far away from the light, in the dreams of malice- weakness paralyzed my heart. Glowing serpents pierced my eyes and built a nest into my skull. They brought me a gift-the eternal night. They gave me the blackest night- ancient power of the lucid moment. Fear already has lost its power. The weakness engulfed itself. Invaluable gift carried from eternity on an eagle’s wings, Wolf’s fangs gleamed white in the blackest night. The ancient power of death... The spring of tears dried up in the blackest night.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026