The Fallen Beauty
Time stands still and the past fades away before my eyes I see her standing before me, a glossy shine in my dark life Her tender hand reaching out for me - I can´t achieve no more But now the presence meets me again and so I bury her on a hill - a hill so high like the stars on the sky - I inflame the everending fire a tear breaks the light in my eyes and I run.. But I can´t run forever time will always meet me again again and again.. I remember her dying, dying in my arms but I know I had no chance to prevent My shout breaks the night and the stars seem no more to shine, shine like the fire in her eyes. Her long, black hair blowing in the wind - I never will forget and her beautyfull eyes - shining like diamonds - I will dream of eternaly. I´ll never be the same as I did and the rose will fade again.. I inflame the everending fire a tear breaks the light of my eyes and I run.. But I can´t run forever time will always meet me again again and again..
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
To the north, ride, ride son of wrath to the north proudly bear your father's sword, proudly bear your crest proudly hold your head up high and stand up to the test of skill at arms and courage against despair of noble spirits bound to rise against the force of tyranny "For my father, for my grandfather, for all the noble ones you've slain I swear this oath of vengeance, and vengeance be my name For all the weak enslaved and shackeld by your cruel reign I swear this oath of vengeance and vengeance be my name.." Ride forth with hate in your heart Ride to tear his kingdom apart Not for glory and not out of pride But for your father who so bravely died And so he rode clad in furs with sword in hand to the north, into the darkest land where evil reigned to make his stand his honour to defend To the north, ride, ride son of wrath to the north proudly bear your father's sword, proudly bear your crest proudly hold your head up high and stand up to the test of skill at arms and courage against despair of noble spirits bound to rise against the force of tyranny "For my father, for my grandfather, for all the noble ones you've slain I swear this oath of vengeance, and vengeance be my name For all the weak enslaved and shackeld by your cruel reign I swear this oath of vengeance and vengeance be my name.."
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026
and he still wanders on from days long since gone and he still wanders on through the dark at the endless hills through the grey mists of dawn through the dreams of faded history a sprit of ancient days is still travelling on...... Behold his face in the twillight hours a story that's his to tell of a word given blindly, and honor that binds of a home long lost in the shades of time distance forgotten, a dreamlike face painted on the insides of his eyes he who had stared into the eye of the cyclops he who had conquered the fortress of dawn once enthroned this king of the slain now betrothed to the starlight above a silent seeker adrift in the mists the wanderer's specrte will never reach illeas...... and he still wanders on from days long since gone and he still wanders on a dream that is not his own leads him through times unknown and he still wanders on through the dark the ocean seems endless navigator under the stars alone leathery skin, his hair's been bleached by the sun he who had been king in another life "I might have had a son, but what was his name? Have I laid with my wife, was she beautiful ? Did this weary head once wear a crown? On my Island home, mountains so high did they pierce the clouds overhead ? who am I ? who is she ? why am I lost? a sleepwalking mind in the arms of poseidon forever lost on the dancing waves longing for summer's days upon the shores of distant illeas as the ages come and go the wanderer does not return and the silence still remains, the wanderer does not return and she weaves, awaits her man, but the wanderer does not return and he still wanders on from days long since gone and he still wanders on and still he's lost alone seeking the way back home and he still wanders on and he still wanders on from days long since gone and he still wanders on.... ,.......
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
I have paced these forests for so long I don't know if I am man or I am beast. I, though, hold deep within me a quest for revenge. Then I must be a man as much as I can be. I have learned to speak the tongue of the animal I have learned to read the signs in bark and snow. I have taken within myself the spirits of my fathers, long time gone. In this short time, far from home, a man of Iron I've grown. A man of Iron I have grown.
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 15, 2025