Saldorian Spell

In the distance, in the night, shadows engange the light. Winds waft their spirits vibrancy. Lay down and cloth the world into eternal glory of darkness. Saldorian Spell - Long live the silence, lasting reign of night - Saldorian Spell Saldorian Spell Saldorian Spell - Long live the silence, lasting reign of night - Saldorian Spell Whilst the wilderness narrowly encloses all silently, distrustfully, infinitely. Poising in stillness ... with times pulsating flow, indefinitely afar, yet so close, the circle of gathering is here. The circle of gathering is here. Whilst sprouting roots entangle the steles, inquisitive, convex, bursting. The fundament uniting... with inflamed stars, so strident, yet so clandestine, within the eternal womb of obscurity.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Evanescently glare of daytime wilting sets a glow nights mercerized finery. What is emptiness? What is vacuity? Profound blue transmuting to utter black. A barrow within nothingness, within swarthiness, within swarthiness The silence of insanity struggling for oppressed inspiration, defeating the laws. Its existence in sore scent enriched by mellow coldness Beneath the Moon Scars Above It is embracing the palsying heart, like sprouting roots in mouldy ground, they’re reaching out into capacious vastness… vastness… Like talons clawing into weak flesh. Beneath the Moon Scars Above Whilst yonder night, and all those yet to come… It will never stand still … and in the distance it wafts fog. And in the distance it wafts fog, wafts fog, wafts fog

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Diluvial cleansing glinting morning dew upon languishing vitality of atrophying spirits. Astonishing pulchritude reflects in a dead mans golden stare, whilst sham mirrors become obsolete. Henceforth their sorrow came with pure malevolence. Chaos embraced avatar, thou art the tenth, unfold multifariously thy foretold presence. "Kalpa" - "Mayon" - "Tirumal" primordial one thy blackened bleak age has come! "Kalpa" - "Mayon" - "Tirumal" primordial one Bretherens in death, by life entwined, one thousand they are, the incidence of divine wrath. They chastise, they punish, they travel far and wide to retrieve the equilibrium of a new dawn. "Moha" - " Mara" - "Kalki" "Kalpa" - "Mayon" - "Tirumal" primordial one

Winged bearer of astral lights, who's span enfolds seven principals, ye, I summon thee. From solitude, out of inaneness, awaken, descent from oblivion down to the everlasting four. Ye, who walketh within the twilight of the two, the cosmic key to the six of the three, reveal the twelve of the four. Crown the descent with woe and anguish, torturer of the living, redeemer of the redeemed, demystify the wheel of time. Winged bearer of astral lights, who's span enfolds seven principals, ye, I summon thee.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

We call upon the insubstantial entities, whose radiant glare deprives from the spirit. Yon, the ones the eye can barely follow, Yon whose rapid ceasing resembles a fiery spark. Descending back into chaos, at a flaming horizon, Raise ye countenance - ye reminiscence will be preserved Brandish out of nights calderas, until the soaring silhouette treads upon the unclean planet. Glance at the horizon, it draws back as we approach. Brandish out of nights calderas, until the soaring silhouette treads upon the unclean planet. Glance at the horizon, it draws back as we approach. Tear not at the earthly gyves of the globe. Revolving in delirium, existence in an ellipse churning, pelting, devouring. Glance at the horizon, it draws back as we approach.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Quiesence, so precious, well-nigh forgotten, echoes through the wooden baronial hall. Smouldering ornaments, marvelous shimmering, beyond human entities,incinerating the throne in a semblance of triangular madness. The worlds ash bursts the urn, breathe, breathe the decay, the ruin, death. Suffuse the spirit with the deepest of all abysms, thrust sanity down into crimson depths. The worlds ash bursts the urn, breathe, breathe the decay, the ruin, death. Shatter the Self at times rising predawn, negate all hope, confidence, existence. Withdraw vigour from the will, the will from vigour, unfold within the entirety of nonentity. Renew tides slackening cycle. Stride on into thereafter, the before, the here and now. Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts, drown in the murky hole of reeking degeneration. Dispatch the curse of divine uncreation Sink in the mire of bedazzled thoughts, drown in the murky hole of reeking degeneration.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Suitor of death - whose soul is sheared to pieces. You are wandering alone straying in haze and dismal shades. Rival of death – whose eyes have seen silver leafs on golden boughs upon the great tree of dawn. Embody the delusion and defeat of lives deluded mentally blind. Abandon the illusion and deceit of the unearthly world behind. Celestial athling of the nightsky dome tremble in fear, for I am the putrid one, the traverser of realms, the extinguisher of stars, the nameless eternal. Knoweth, I am ruler and judge, Knoweth, I am divine and daemonic, Knoweth and be set free, I am the vanquisher of death. Vanquish! Times before dust and times beyond, are but mere reflections of the void. Soul stirring embodiment divine, devouring the heavens and the miserable hells Suitor of death - whose soul’s been sheared to pieces. You’ve wandered alone stoking fire on the hills. Rival of death - whose inner splendor is black... Black!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Part the shadow, the chasm and the night. Within the ancient Saldor their awed voices are heard. Within the ruins they are echoing off the walls as reflections of past saturnine deeds. Rituals scarred subtle worlds into existence and carried us into a magical substantiality. When in elder ruins silence breaches the wind, the reminiscence and the spirit awakens, bare ground lays its hearing upon the earths tersareth. Deafening its centenary droning beat, a timeless tone, an elegy of melancholy, born out of nightly died away choirs. Accompanied by a necromantic heartfelt groan hoary wisdom rises from perpetual devotion, heaving a ceremonial sigh of resurrection. Part the shadow, the abyss and the night. Within the ancient Saldor their unwritten words are heard. Within the ruins they are echoing off the walls on cosmic paths through times forlorn. Past rituals wove subtle worlds into existence and carried them into a magical substantiality.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025