Nocturnal March

Nadchodzi wicher za górami Zbliża się wicher górami Na wielkim wzgórzu gdzie wiatry panują rozbijają się fale o skały Tam morze rozdzieliło kamień, gdzie powstała ogromna przestrzeń Na horyzoncie ciemność zaczęła panować, Chaos rządzi błyskiem i grzmotem Unosi się wicher za górami Chaos rządzi błyskiem i grzmotem Nadchodzi wicher za górami Zbliża się wicher za górami Na wielkim wzgórzu gdzie wicher jest panem toczy się niesamowity grom wiatr pędzi płomienie ognia gdy woda się piętrzy w ogromne fale gdy nadszedł wicher panuje chaos i z nimi nadszedł koniec

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Upon them mighty spires of chaos, amidst the vortex of time, behold the blackest orb of uncreation, for the great harvest is acoming, none shall be able to endure ! Procreation of ages unborn, foreseen from times untold, scattered mortal incinerated remains, sand in the wheels of a precious lifecycle. .... and spokes dissipate into oblivion ! ... Reap ... despair, Reap ... deterioration, Reap ... death. Last entry into the chronicles of chaos, scribbled with immense decay, followed by eternal, glorified peace ! Glorified unit of human life, light up in the fiery great void's shine !!! ...blazing red - spokes dissipate into oblivion !... "Human sibling, reap what you have sown!" Reap ... despair, Reap ... deterioration, Reap ... death.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Dimly shaded haze - thought entangling, whilst rivers of crimson red brawling - open the gates. Open the Gates ! Awake thee not, sleep ! Sleep on. Fill these dormant eyes within them clandestine flames omit spraying these dolorous sparks. Sway in unison with Cimonar before Blackest despair usurps the spirit. Die Macht der Sinne belebt die Kraft ! As a pale moons' lunar plate, extricates its' bulk. Out of nightly cloud covers - pale silver shafts graze, The spectral runlets of Tulwod. ... eyes piercing an invisible object in spatial distance, as gracefully grim paleness in full comeliness dives into streams of Tulwod.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Open! Scraggy portals and gates of the world ! That the king of honor may cometh in. Open! Rusty fetters of enchained flight, praise his godly adherents. For ever and ever his truth lasts. Immutable enduring death's throne shall be. Enlighten the path of the spiritually impaled, in pale moon's grave-like countenance. Illuminate crimson shadows of subjugation, praise this godly light. For ever and ever with steady pace, immutable enduring shall be - the road to Calvary !!! Oh glorious heroes of might, who fulfill his will, now imploringly on knees ... From sea to sea, from the ocean to the very borders of the earth, the build up, never vacillating empire, now strengthless stumbling, dragging, on dusty path to Christ's scaffold !

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

NIMM DIE KLINGE !

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Impending upon the path - leading to where eternal sleep dwells, is the feeling of mighty perfectibility. Dismal, Dreary like the universe, beautiful like suicidal adoration Reach ... for his scraggy claw. For upon earth the accursed dwell. Nonentity will swell up with infinitude. Mortal putrescent debris - vestige of self-destruction Away from this wobbling ground, this path leads to unknown spheres, Away into aeons, Abscondence of existence. As grave as the air, the spirit rests anxiously As resounds in the distance a prolonged howl. Lamentations dragged from place to place - by funeral winds ! ..when this earthly body in misty billows resolves... Life is an illusion - only Death is Real ! The Dead Hate the Living ! Merely silvery shine in darkness shall coruscate, whilst winds embed this spirit's vibrancy. Once it has abandoned vivaciousness ... this sound which shall be heard for evermore IN EVERY FUNERAL BELL !!!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

They seize the spectre of Cimonar, and set up against the vastness of unforeseeable. Nothing else remains except to let self-destruction run It's unstoppable course. Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp Riding through rotting stench in blood swamp Lurid bolts tearing above the great vast battlefields, dragging through space like a fervently inferno. Suffusing their Tersareth with Fear, coldness, mercilessness, Tulwod ! calamities blistering above the great vast battlefield, implacable, immovable. They will revert to the very source of existence, to the source where they'll be governed by the great void . Riding through rotting stench in bloody swamp !

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

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At the end of calamitous paths stood their beginning. The source of infinity began to pour out. As black winged squadrons covered the sky. As insanity's `wakening drowned out howling beasts. As frostic wind scraggy skims over darkened lands, like a shrill woeful sigh. This is the herald of the grand tempest. As forces of gravity began to pour out. Like a falling boulder the ground of their arrival shivers. Mit derben Äxten gegen den Himmel erhoben, ertönt der Gleichschritt. NOCTURNAL MARCH ! NOCTURNAL MARCH ! There abysmal oceans raise their mighty flood, wrenching the weakness into infernal gullets. As black winged squadrons covered the sky. As insanity's `wakening drowned out howling beasts. As frostic wind scraggy skims over darkened lands, like a shrill woeful sigh. Hurricanes and Earthquakes are shattering bleak ground Hordes of plague and pestilence the grand Pest commands - like an ursurpingly march, all devastating ... thus dwindling - praying Humanity. Mit derben Äxten gegen den Himmel erhoben, ertönt der Gleichschritt. NOCTURNAL MARCH ! We start the Nocturnal March !

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025