Solfernus' Path

In the dark you head towards the crossroads where the wind blows without restraint cold and soulless like a wax figure at times rising over the clouds you won’t get here in the daytime, you won’t see anything in the light of day the gale is flapping its iron wing staring inside with its eyes like two abyssal vaults The armoured heart won’t break, it’ll just fall into the gulf of feelings Hundreds of nights, hundreds of days All mercilessly sad All cruelly lonely All pervaded with gloom All marked with pain Over at the sky that never ever dawns fell clouds of pallid spectres spellbinding shadows bleak eyes so dark that you need to turn away lest you fall into the void murk seeps in every night, of blackness made, in coldness carved a swarm of morbid phantasms is teeming in your thoughts their deathly hands upon your brow the sleepless flock pushing at you leering at you Hundreds of nights, hundreds of days … Your legs heavy like black tombs you’ve been roaming like that for centuries your eyes quietly fading away like the moon over the sea caressing like the eternal vastness of black sapphires the muffled thunder’s roaring sleep’s hounding you like a pack of wolves watching you trapped within the stillness of dead silence

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The world is turning to ashes when faith triumphs the faith of those convinced they believe in nothing you conceal your dark soul and your filthy thoughts that spectre of naivety that burns in your eyes tears the fabric of noble ideas overwhelmed by gloom you head towards the nameless void your doom dwelling in this deserted city has become its dungeon The age of magic when you struggle with the waves of darkness enfolds you with a haze of sin The moaning of the condemned reverberates within you you abandon those silver shrines they want to shroud your mind with the veil of their black wings in the grip of death you renounced your god and arose as a heretic that is how infinity awakens I’ve ceased to believe in false miracles Vote for heresy In flames I’m descending into the shades of death Vote for heresy I’m spreading the wings of my wicked plan Vote for heresy Hidden from the human sight in a cloud of black mist

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

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Followed by a nauseating metallic stench of wounds and death stigmatized with the rust of clotted blood filled with the strength of his arrogance and hate he destroys everything possessed with rage overwhelmed by wrath he burns all words all memories here comes real impurity cursing you and the world The Pain Collector He gained the gift of suffering The Pain Collector Those bloodshot eyes stare in the dark The Pain Collector Asking after the sinister omen The Pain Collector Filled with painful stigmas of death Tears flow all night long The sombre mourners carry a soulless flame The corridors vibrate with a sinister melody reverberating with a sepulchral echo Broken heart intoxicated with agony Pierced with a black lightening The sobbing of ominous songs Accompanied by a cold bell tolling

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

All numb, you look around Your soul does not struggle anymore Everything makes you suffer Dark clouds gathering over you again Unstained with the sign of the cross You can’t dispel these thoughts lashing you with the fire of contempt I will be in your dreams till the very end Your blood’s so precious to me You will leave the chronicle of your anguish Looking forward to the final night of doom I’m taking your hand in this deathly silence Your journey brings you closer to the secrets of death The moon enters the cave of the dead Snakes tense in their sleep You debase yourself begging for the last spell The grave will hide your deathly pallor and abomination He spent the evening in the library where he came across an interesting book on the legend of a man who once lived in the area. The poor man suffered from a terrible ailment. Whenever someone in the neighbourhood was harmed or ill-treated, he would suffer agonizing pain. He stopped reading. There was a letter in the book, with a vague signature and a little map of a section of the estate. The nights between late August and late October seem darker than any other nights.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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All the darkest dreams came true She closed her eyes forever The bride so calm and pale and sad Here’s the agony she’d suffered I was lead through a monumental hall When a blow blinded me and I lost my way Her ghastly face shrouded in a cloak Six wings bleeding into six ebony cups De Profundis – the trembling out of the depths This infinite flame that crumbled her heart Dribbling its dark venom She said: Gloria Inferni A shining dagger cutting through my breath She collected my blood in a stone chalice licking the blade with a wicked face Suddenly encircled by a dreary cortege Consciousness fades away, conscience withers away A cold trance spreads It’s dusk already, but haunted by nocturnal demons …

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His numb fingers clenched around infamy The blurry transparencies of misty dreams Washed his atrocious soul Praised for his vaulting pride and sinister hubris Betrothed to a doomed song of darkness stronger than god himself He disavowed his soul for ages hoisted the sails when the storm started its mournful lament He stepped forward, silent, lightnings in his eyes The sons of men on the brink of death How much they suffered looking at his mysterious glare And the heavens in their eyes faded, the day darkened The shadow swelling casting its black wing Like the flame fluttering in the wind Panting with bitterness Entombed in a smoking urn He descended into the dark abyss of spectres Dimmed are the sepulchral candles With a cunning gesture of his crooked hands Immune to the stare of those piercing eyes The king of chaos merges into gloom He was awakened by howling. Could it be night already? He must have fallen asleep at his desk studying one the volumes recommended by Friedrich. That one focused mainly on some unknown biblical criticism. Suddenly he heard music coming from the other room. He opened the door. Could it be the Countess’s bed chamber? It was empty. Only a candle on the table was burning. There were hundreds of vessels and dishes in the room: on the table, on the floor, on the window sills; jugs, bowls and carafes; all filled with water. Dark dirty water. Then he saw the Countess in front of him. She was standing there with her raven-black hair loose, wearing a lace négligé. She looked at him and smiled defiantly. Without saying a word she gestured him to come in…

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

He heard a dull thud. It seemed to come from the drawing room situated next to his bedroom. He dragged himself out of bed and put on his dressing gown. It was well past midnight. He heard the clock striking three. He quietly slipped into the room and saw only a shape imbued with a faint luminosity since it caught and reflected in its yellowed surfaces what little light there was in the ill-lit room. And then he saw a fragile figure, a girl, six – or maybe seven-year-old, sitting on a wooden swing attached to the oak ceiling. The girl was swinging rhythmically to and fro. She was the splitting image of the skeletal women he had met before in the house.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I am the still darkness of stars I am the shadow of a flickering flame I am the mournful moaning of wind I am the sigh of a tomb of silence I am the cold eternity of the sea I am the blood-stained dagger of the hearts Here I am, the bell that plagues the conscience Overwhelmed by the pale abyss Here I am, the gloomy temple of my soul That will never let you forget Here I am, frozen into a gem of wisdom That petrifies with fear Here I am, the anthem of shadow That reverberates with a distant resonance Here I am, the chariot running blindly to a certain death As merciless as the grave Here I am, the prophet of haunting infinity That pervades from all sides I am the bright flame amidst the gale I illuminate mountain murk with the glow of dawn I am the ember of my pain, the star of my power I am the thunder of the storm louder than eternity I am the dust of desert scratching bloodstained tombs I am the abyss of volcanoes spouting venom

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

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Remnants of human consciousness in you Polish your rage You'd give it away without regret All the stars let you down Your lost paradise is fading The wailing of false prophecies Leading you straight into those ice-cold arms All the stars let you down Your lost paradise is fading Fear lurks in the dark You'll all shrouded in it I'll take you up into a vortex I'll carry you away into the endless starry space You can't see my veiled face The wailing of false prophecies Leading you straight into those ice-cold arms You'll be the witness of agony Everything will change Your eyesight hearing smell will sharpen The pain will make you want become one of us The sign of blood imprinted on your arm Will make you follow my way The sign of blood imprinted on your arm Will make you follow my way You'll open your eyes to the cravings you'd never known All the stars let you down Your lost paradise is fading All the stars let you down Chimera Your lost paradise is fading Chimera The wailing of false prophecies Chimera Fear lurks in the dark Chimera The sign of blood imprinted on your arm

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Say farewell to a fading beam This leaden mist has frozen still The spectre’s petrified into gloomy haze Shrouding mystery that you revolt against An end to your dreams of absolute power Only spellbound stupor in the waking hour Those opiate vapours of oblivion you inhale Hush your dazed conscience wearing it away My memory thrown down into the abyss All my secrets entrusted into your clenched fists My curiosity dazed with this mesmerizing glitter When the pillars of cognition succumb and wither Your soul aroused by a sudden flare or is it wind howling out in the air? Is there someone still crying and calling my name? Or is it rain sobbing, moaning out in the gale? Is this just an illusion or can I really hear This nocturnal howling of sinister wail Can I see shadows dancing in the moonlight rays Or are these pale figures swarming in mortal embrace? Filip looked at his interlocutor, watching with interest how the man was drawing on a long, elegantly carved pipe made of heather root. He felt this delicate tingling that slowly spread all over his body.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025