Meet Us at the Crossroad
An evening at the crossroad The restless souls abode Darkness sprawls The curtain falls to the sound of a dismal ode Encircled by faltering shadows Approaching from hazy meadows Dark silhouettes Moving like marionettes Like echoes of fatal throes (and the procession stops) (and the voices chants) ”O Famine, who dug our graves, No more should we be slaves, but the rest was a fraud even in death we´re outlawed - hatred, degradation remains..” ”Join our wandering eternal The spirit of a journey sempiternal Our bodies all scarred Our remains so charred Still we walk this path infernal"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026