Deeds Without a Name

Right into the shoreless night, Into the grip of dreary fright, The dreary moon in yellow bloom Casts its glow of spectral light, and frightful shapes trees assume, Shadows dance, Darkness gape, Lo! Comes the fury of devildom! The black blood of blackest hearts Boils in the cups of evil arts, This night shall unquiet be! This night shall exalt our hearts, Blessed we shall be - eternally; Shadows dance, Darkness gape, Lo! Comes the fury of devildom! The temple is nature, Glades, wood and caves, Thy church is where the roads cross, The Black Man is no god of slaves, Shadows dance, Darkness gape, Lo! Comes the fury of devildom! Into the center of the grove Elementals of the Earth move, For thee, O Master, our blood and song Clothes along with shame we remove, For to the Old Craft we belong.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Once the night sets on dreary, The Unknown haunts my senses weary, They call my name, those shadows creeping, Call me to the land of death weeping, Where the moon's beams fill my dreams With visions of hell and unhallowed screams; Driven by the impulse mad I follow a path no one dares to tread, I sense it's close, this place forbidd'n, It's beyond trees like gibbets hidd'n, Must make haste, the night steals across, To the church ruins with a broken cross; Reach out beyond the world, I will find you; Reach out and touch the evil, I shall bless you; The crypt's foul and radiates with eerie glow and deadly chill, Whispering voice of the Master in my soul plants His will, Has my mind come undone? His will breaks the last seal, The horned shape points at me and commands me to kill, kill, kill... Whispers in the catacomb, They want my soul to entomb; Vengeance upon the land Brought by unmerciful hand, To work the inexorable doom I swear upon thy tomb; Maddening secrets to explore, For what purpose, I implore? To ignite the primordial law, And when the fog lies thick and low Baneful spirits I conjure And Christ's light i swear to abjure; Cavernous winds caress this place Of hellish powers waxing in disgrace, Superstitions feed their might, Peasants don't come close, struck with fright, To the passage show me the swarming flies, Woods all around scream with eerie cries...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025