Diana Read Peace

I am the medium to treasures that pulsate in your desire among the death and the alive my regency swells at you side I give you I give blood I shell become one with god in your world the genius reads my epitaph MY ENERGY GROWS ON AND ON.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

You dive into sleep find roses under the door, they seem to speak in trance of youth; "Remember who you swore to chose, girl..." I am dead, dead in love I am pale, pale enough To be dead, death I got dead in love. There may be a sky could be a sign for me to rise but without blood an energy I sand my brain waves, possibly they find their aim. Death I got... You float into sourness infected by my bite you crawl down in my castle where the beasts lie in my arms and smile so sweet. I am dead, dead in love I am pale, pela enough tio be dead, daeth I got Dead in love.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Hellchild, be awaken time to remember the rules the centuries bleed, the masters are dead and gone... Dance again this winternoght past and present shell unite run for the burial enter the vesper again. The rummors suppose godforsaken are those that will bath in the gloss of whatever... Dance again this winternight past and present shell unite run for the burial enter the vesper again. OF SCEPTRE the mysteries speak. THEIR ASHES in the lande of the lords. MAY grounds ban the stones of their head? BE one with the spawn of the dead!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

I am scared to breath you name whenever we dissove to blame; but one day we will learn to fly back to treasureland. Somewhere someone investigates we appeal to our experince; this inner worth is inner war we''re longing the colors as if we''d starve... Still in perigee still in liberty. Still in reach still in me. Oh so red the cage the seizure is my guard and leader never I have been in such a warmth before. Oh so silent sleeps the planet healers, are you near I need another vision I can trust and feed. We are the dead dead ringers we are in search of our birth.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

"An Erotic Ethics Error Portrait" I gave you to my desert ''said ya'' might be lost but not alone I sold you to me prototype propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?! Move, spoof, overweight heat out of control. Spring again, sin again, spittum, chaos overlapping don''t you step over... the flood area. So whats wrong with a little agony a harmless game between you, the servile and me the deatiny we love each other as we are so hateful and depraved a peaceful pack of pliancy in any damned diraction... Could you please dance my dance? I do, we do, god for us. Skin in skin Flesh admits flesh languish for spittle breath meets breath pushing lust into sweat magnificence tenderness.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The Apocryfal Wisdom Of An Allegorical Apocalypse" [The prophet:] Many martyrs have fallen since I passed this way... [The truth:] Many skies have bled. [The profet:] Many gods did returns, many players lost their aim many loves have felt. [The truth:] Many sons were born. [The prophet:] I wonder if the children will forgive... When the light dies through infinite darkness and the children start to cry; when a scream turns a whisper when the ages bleed alive... Reality becomes illusion illusion is reality; is this the alliance for the ancient of the new birth of a profecy? Unnatural beings, morbid existence resuscutated horror, ambigious visions see the apocalypse - rise... We were banned by the fire, in the grip of the ceremony. We saw types in our hearts, we denied every life we could give. And infinity grasped out for slaves, day by day - year for year. Why that prophet spoke to the abyss below him: "Have we ever been free?" And behind the shade sleeps an apocryphal wisdom in the hour of twilight in this legendary times... Unnatural beings, morbid existence resuscitated horror, ambigious visions see the apocalypse - rise... Now that the breath has gone the fire claim its might; now that in this dark millenium no master is alive. Now that a castle atends between the ruins of the past; now that the omens wither away, no hope will ever last. [The prophet:] Iwonder if the children will forgive...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Flowers are fed by the guilty sun guilty for keeping the life command winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need. If you pay for me - I cannot be. Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands nothing but a smalltalk with my death nothing but the pioneer who climbs the highest mountain to fall. And the course of the stream makes us to madman we''ve been awakes the psychopats who rests to watch the suffering process. You have not pleaded for me - now I''ll be. Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands nothing but a smalltalk with my death nothing but a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain just to fall...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Rearing the look from the sun I would never know the latest day I woke up in the cold broke that I promised, fading away, my light. Tell me, my repertory, if this will last what more they want my pride to give and why - I ask you why am I the only figure kept alive. They had to do what was to do and did what in the mind of a force known as the sense of man got banned and mystified... So lead me back, my repertory of grey where I belong and never can be in possibility to lose my weight, my inner peace, my way and when you, my repertory, ever will turn from grey to freedom I forget, I will forget my fault my fault, my very fault...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

In the circle deep lost me in this gold, gold black a strong arm in these weak days just an inner wish to be forgotten... See, the ships are sailing They sail without a sea; And still Jesus is praising he speaks with no need to breathe... In my worlds I claim nothingness to be and pictures awake and grow in me. What is left to expect? Where''s to go to look at? Gallows for sale, just follow the stench of my sweat. You in my mouth, did you really believe you were safed? ''Swopped blood for blood, ''snuffed mud for mud ''shook hands with the boys of the underworld. The last in the inside of my outside did you really believe you were safed?

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

"In an earlier age Pandemonium - the first city of hell - stood on a lava mountain while lightning tore the clouds above it and beacons burned on its walls to summon the fallen angels" - Clive Baker, ''The Damnation Game'' Travel through space so ghostly withers the void; the veil of spheres my hands they search for hold world of spirits. A sea of rooms, a forest of nothing where a soul wanders imploring for substance... Decifer the majesty Leviathan.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

For lifetimes pantomime transformad into a parade of mountains delivered from the golden doctrines allowed the bleed... ...Bleed to MYTH.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025