Reliks
I’m a seventh son of a seventh son Want majesty I’m no one I’m a seventh son of a seventh son Want majesty I’m no one Nobody dies, nobody cries Nobody cries, nobody dies Nobody dies, nobody cries Nobody cries, nobody dies I don’t want to die like this There’s grace in every part that exists I don’t want to die like this There’s grace in every part that exists Parts that are left of me Oh, the blood of your son Parts that are left of me Oh, the blood of your son I’m a setting sun not a settled son Want reverence, I’m no one I’m a setting sun not a settled son Want reverence, I’m no one Nobody dies, nobody cries Nobody cries, nobody dies Nobody dies, nobody cries Nobody cries, nobody dies I don’t want to die like this There’s grace in every part that exists I don’t want to die like this There’s grace in every part that exists Parts that are left of me Oh, the blood of your son Parts that are left of me Oh, the blood of your son Night approaches A fragile sense of peace In my darkness, a single point of pain Sanctuary in reliquaries A soul Cries out In death As in life
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
From out of the ether From seeds you have sown You might not have meant it Your motives unknown To walk in my footsteps To return from err A symbol of penance Must be given to her Arise, emerge From the shadows To follow behind me Arise, emerge From the shadows To follow behind me From darkening midnight Echoes of your sin The burden you carry A darkness within To find absolution To cleanse and confess A symbol of penance Must mark your distress Arise, emerge From the shadows To follow behind me Arise, emerge From the shadows To follow behind me In shadows of memory Regrets intertwine The ghosts of your actions Will haunt and define Purging the poison Locked in its stare A symbol of penance A cross you must bear Arise, emerge From the shadows To follow behind me Arise, emerge From the shadows To follow behind me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026