Obsequies
Beneath our cynical star The light has now gone astray Its ethereal bayonets meet their defeat Through diseased skies They bring a pale life to atemporal mists A tragical decadence upon desolate futures Eloquence of the doomsday fog Colosseums of bones Rise as shrines of time Towering on earth's clearings Devoid of our past Here they lies shrouded In a turmoil of calm Boundless hazеs Oxidize the ages Thеir woe, our bequest Lone witness of eternity
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
In this glade of wrecked moons Visceral aims hold our path Bewildering realities show too our fate And the quest for reasons of that bleak life Crawls through our pale thoughts We walk into the moors of murk To reach at last the primeval abyss: The ashes polis from which we were born The Yestermost dark While we gather the thousand chains of our guiltiness And the weight of our deserved doom We see again the old stones screech Nature got ovеrwhelmed, tainted And dеsolation dims each lost desire of all of us Eurynome, the otherworld goddess, will show us why we drown in ruination We evoke her on the stele of her dreary, glorious memories A ruined stone is her grave, where she buried herself to deign us not of any glance Fires of life we burn to celebrate her And awful chants are whispered to her, while we accept our scourge She won’t answer to our appeals: we leave, realizing our own sentence is undeniable
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
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Cold dew of a November dawn Awakens my lust For the exile from this life As I wander furled in fog and woe On the path to forgotten crypts Arrived to this tomb declined In solitude for all its time Moss and dampness adorn the spires Autumnal leaves share decay with debris As the rain starts to fall Gates and doorways I pass Faded paintings tell of loss Murble walls show carvings Of an afterlife denied I'm enraptured in decadence allure Still the passagе to a vault below Is my way Relief comеs from this acrid dark, thick air I breathe Catacombs out of time welcome me, my grief By dim gleams of a torch a subterrain I unveil A place of funerary halls Drenched in lugubrious peace A place for my soul to rest
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Weary stones by hundreds winters scolded, so wounded Still serving the memoirs of the bones beneath Before us, glum they’re gathered Assembled yet lone among a vast sylvan company From this backdrop, which we made our pulpit Deep sermons of solace we bring to the mournfuls: Those past’s selves of ours, hovering upon The open coffins, not unlike wistful ghosts In a wake for their youth longings "As the rite commence Lеd by a somber silence An invitation wе bring to our hearts: To make the tears of joy and ardor Belonged to the days of yore Stronger than the ones we now pour in grief For what we unawarely became" A stifled start shakes the quiet That we evoked, absorbed in scorn Coffins await to be filled With the old winters vestige: "Thoughts and relics from distant ages of ourselves." Times to be praised and greeted With a worthy burial A procession of grieved shapes and shovels Now take place towards the tombs That claim their guests Each body faces its own grave Raising choirs of laments And a sough of eulogies too In emotive entwines Futile mundane prayers "We stand touched Like statues all carved in pathos The intimate being of ours Has answered the obsequies Giving itself to eternity Here and forever It's finally immortalized Within the latter years We truly lived A dismal concert of spadefuls Giving back the soil to the pits Brings the last farewell Slowly we now leave This overgrown graveyard Fulfilling the ritual" We’ll be waiting for the time When the ritual of our lives Shall be fulfilled too As we’ll join this graveyard's undergrowth
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
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End of our whole worlds The end of all we know End of our whole worlds The end of all we hold Dear
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026