The Arising Dungeon Cult
The Heathen wolves Have returned once more The second wolfmoon Where the flames of old still burns Of Nifelheim, the barbarian hordes Must rise again Ancestral spirit awake within... For a past forgotten For a wisdom lost... Facing to the northern clime Thrice he traced the runic rhyme Thrice pronounced in accents dread The thrilling verse that wakes the dead Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breathed a sullen sound...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
"To travel the void, In the wavelengths of an intuitive To be drawn to the aura of a radiant source, is to find yourself, maybe lost. Platonically meditate to immaculate infinity. The celestia and stars our destination. Or maybe to the spirit in the still homestead. I obey the old master, Of divinity (the spectrum). There is a phantasm. The other side."
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
Winters of death and despair Casting a spell from a blackened lair Isolated and misanthropic Behold the rise of an evil Prophet!!! Chaos, war, evil, and hate Cursed and tormented shall be my fate Fucked with dark forces and summoned the dead Demonic entrapment inside your head Dancing round the fires of hell Ominous vision of an ancient abyss there's no turning back They've come for ye There's no turning back Demonic Attack!!! The witching hour has arrived, hahaha!
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Naked I was sent back to the mountain top The throne of an ancient earth Death came arriving at the top of the endless stairs A shadow, which led me to a magick window Interlaid it was, with the heavens. Led me on the endless stairs, but I was returned. The tower carved of the mountain lay Crumbed, it lay, and death, it lay Alone, sad and forgotten Incapable of escape from a dreary place I just lay and gazed into the times at the stars and at the the abyss. I have fallen through oh so many boundless places. I have fallen into the abyss Faint were the sounds of all knowlede A new war, a new spring, but always winter... A new beginning...the tower, will crumble again The arrival, the return. Who is to see? Our children or none? The light of a god shall soon flicker out. Which one is to vanish first?
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
"There is never nothing. There is always something."
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025