Ravendusk in My Heart

Somewhere beyond the frozen moors in the highest north Where only the falling snow from the sky managed to enter A kingdom forever deserted since its birth Forgotten in the extremest of storms and cold A landscape in ancient sleep of deathlike silence Yet breathing in the growing wastelands of frost (voice:) "...At the end of this bitter winter eternity Laid the ultimate overshadowed ice forest on earth... Once the northern lightning struck the skies It became a shape in the entangeling ice... Winds of great haze whispered upon the blizzard storms... An arctic domain under a grinning silver moon..." In the center of the frozen burial ground The most monumental grey creation was placed To conquer time by possessing immortality The sworn oath was coming true Unseen spirits of the ancient universe Sent a vision through half a mortal dream The sentinel of the world to all black elves Was predictive and granted by the wisdom He had to transcend his cryptic wishes All life and time stood still for that moment Even the winds rode colder and stronger The gate closed with a dustfilled breath of vaacum And so it's heard.. This became the castle of Blackheim (And even today the propechy tells) When all spirits are as many as stars Something not known in words will come to happen...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Once upon a time in a medieval legendary world In late december cold of the thousand winter season Blackheim took farewell of his crypts in the forestrealms And rode into the horizonland unreachable for mortals The mighty skies turned into a colour of blackest midnight Still the winds knew where to travel on a forthblown path He passed the chasm so below and the home of aurora borealis He would soon be facing the lurkers of time - life - death Blackheim's quest to bring back the stolen autumn He exchanged his sentinel soul for a serpent sleeping in his heart And so september appeared on wings and was brought back to his land... He exchanged his sentinel blood for dragon's breath raging in his lungs And so october appeared on wings and was brought back to his land... He exchanged his sentinel wisdom for ashes buried in his eyes And so november appeared on wings and was brought back to his land... Blackheim finally asked for december since the sentinels of life and death Did not know it was the month of winter... The lurker of time cried out Blackheim's fooling strategem But the sentinel was at one with lightning And threw the serpent into the mouth of time Blew the dragon's breath with the strength of a demon Into the eyes of life the lurker Spread the ashes in the shadows of death And the curse dissolved with their departure Deathlike was the century in this horizonland oh so far away Cold and blackened with no sounds of rejoice Now he held the triumph high in heart Stormed over fields with might in hand

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Threehundred and six years after his death Strangers from the distant west explored the crypts Buried for years under silent stone They beheld a netherworld never seen in a mortals eye A place meant to be unentered for eternity Here where the days were nights and the nights were magic nights Great grandious legends had their throne in these shadowhalls Once there were spirits lurking like serpent tounges Mist and dust were now the kings in this deathsleep cavern The strangers hungry eyes caught the portal to the shrine Unlocked the hidden wrath of dimensional deathworlds The crypts descended deeply down to ashes under ground But the sphere raged over landscapes towards a castle unknown

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Thunder and fire raping the sky Lustfilled desire the weak ones must die Warriors of death shall rise tonight Coming to kill the morninglight Nowhere to hide your time has come A vengeance for them and a feast to some The eve of destruction - hellfire flames Raping the women the sacrifice has to be done Metal to metal - a yearning for blood The gallow is ready the traitor is going to die Fight till death with hate We end your life and you will die in pain No more life in sight The victory is won by the legions of the night

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

In dewy fields of an autumnal yet springful age A forest was seen yet impossible to gaze through Within only a few trees all sound devoured Even the open skies outside would lose its light Once the darkness could escape its soulflight Winter crawled away from earth to keep the forest one seasoned The wolves got gathered by their hunger They starved since the day of the riddle Into the trees of the growing silence Watch those beams come and go again The snow had always been falling to shadows He'd been ready to see monuments of a few gallows One dominion through all of the twenty The pale moonshine - the only light Winternight - seasonlight The black elf - the only creature In a dominion for no mortals to reign (voice:) "...The sentinel demanded solitude, so it had to be winter Forever..." Blackheim - the father of all the black elves

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

In hundred days they sailed Towards grandious battles far away With swords of coldest black steel Bitter at heart and with eager to kill Awaiting Blackheim's last command To strike at distant enemyland They set their course by the northern stars A voyage on the desolate darkblue seas A land appeared in the horizon far They reached the shores colder than their own A whiteout wasteland unknown to time And nature arts of mother earth Raise your sword by the sentinel's battlehorde Raise your sword for Blackheim the ravenlord All the way from the highest north They came to conquer the southern seas To spill the blood of their enemies To set their lands in ruins The ravenlord

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Soaked in darkest lights Deep in his soul - his shallow grave In the deepest of his inner A world of immortal arts As the cold midnight winds captured his sullen spirit He still lay there in his dominion of dreams His wings was covered by snow Deep in his soul - the wind blew By the riddle and wisdom A hunt for nocturnal grace Souls were heading towards death Death was heading towards life Life was in the coffin of the crypts The crypts of Blackheim - the only one The mercy is for the wisdom and the slayer is our reward No time to dread by as we shall be unborn With thirst for the blood of the sacred one Three years of yearning for purest cold flesh Amongst the wolves he's the kingly beast A hunt in the forest of elder's dark myths (voice:) "...A dominion for Blackheim... No mortals to enter... No enter.." The lightning in the skies The sign of his elder past

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

(voice:) "...In a December night cold and calm At the cliff of a mountain clad in snow I gazed into the skies then closed my eyes For I beheld the ravendusk in my heart..."

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025