Funeral Crawl
O, feel the shacking of the earth The long awaited arrival Seven divine eyes Watch in horror above O, the boiling blooded revenge Of centuries of denied return Seven divine eyes Watch above in dread Alone, freezing Crawling from soil The wolves, I feel encircled Sinking slowly into time and anguish Alone, freezing The toil to the steps Lost, astray The tide shifts Abandoned Reckless Wayward in the kingdom of the dead O, the majestic decision Lord of earth Oblivion for all
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Eyes Across swamps they gleam As their last visions vanish Into the fogs Alone we began without bread or light Only guided by grief Through the celestial spheres I dream we flew Yet I awoke to the ash beneath us A chill grips the land No dawn, save the rising of the moon We clambered onwards, to a warn peak we climbed Above the expanses of mist Creeping on the moors O, great sun, save us from this endless gloom In which we have lived for 6000 years Introversion through jadedness And still we creep Creeping on the moors Desolate. Cold
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Shady looking Unaware of the world What excess, what a mess Looking for the lord with seven With seven heads And ten horns upon them Man was given dominion and greed Ten diadems A lord rose from the sea Pentagrammed liquor Unrestrained carnal thirst What excess, what a mess Searching for the lord with seven With seven heads And ten horns upon them Man was given dominion and greed Ten diadems Our lord rose from the sea Unfed, unwеll Unwilling to live a life What excеss, what a mess Looking for the lord with seven
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Fog. Symbol. Eyes World inversion Grief. Hate. Disdain Live inversion I am fog incarnate Beyond the realm of emotion Cold. Dead. Grim I invert all I am sludge incarnate Nothing before the eyes of man With nothing to offer I invert all Invert all
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
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Under the earth Sin feeding the pulse An icy movement home Far down below Sick swinging gloom You can't walk away from hell Now, many years gone I'm within the horns The slowest downward spiral Infernal Ritualistic The darkest progression of all We see more than you think From our coffin solitude We still have eyes
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Fiending below a cold moon Below the canopies of heaven A heaven beyond reach A heaven drenched in confusion and filth Mourning earth In the land of funerals we reign Across fields of nothing And a mass of gloom and grief And a crushing apathy Mourning earth What comes of us The crew of fallen waste The clouds of faith and smoke We are the wake of the scorched realm
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Time advanced by none But the lord of infernal depths Thunderclouds across the sky The sigil rises The rivers run black The open wounds of the earth Spill an unspeakable dark The known world collapses into hell The ravens Coldness sweeps the spectral grimscape A dull moon overhangs Stones loom in a dismal circle Life was once here, now lost in a desolate void A time of grimness Ice and noctambulant A cosmic frost from the Utmost depths of nothingness
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026