Elegies of the Stellar Wind

Pale void opens, winds relentless command Restless in vigilant wait Encircled by shattered abysmal frames In permanent attempt to emerge Before and above I prepare For the mystic rite, exoneration I head north, follow the coastal lights As it once was, in purity time To restore the covenant once commenced And immerse into cold silvery mist In these darkest depths lies the cryptic knowledge A mighty onefold entity Yet woven by countless In perpetual lability A face of thousand faces My spirit as a stormy sea Assault on what tends to limit I behold the dormant giant Still wide-awake And await in fear His inevitable manifestation of vehemence Storm winds born of nowhere Black clouds gather to fall upon the wretched isle Giant thus mocks the vermin And clears the contaminated shores Baptized once in crystalline waters At the summon of the stellar sky I returned to seek within the pale void Transcending beauty...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Winter's eve, inexorable, impending The sinister grief empowers with her approach Shreds of forgotten kingdom gleam scattered Crowning the northern icy peaks Adorning the thickets of eastern woods Immersed to mists of severe western plains Seen from afar in southern macabre sunsets I fulfill the summon and march away To gather the mere fragments And weave anew what we once lost Each of streams is destine to definite sea And so is our fate beyond will Yet each may attempt to carve own channel Beside the shores are built of clay or stone I have ever crafted forms outlying To avert the admittance Of outwards impurity That would disrupt my journey Into dismal void Thirst for revival, wisdom of the woods I sense the omen in the eyes of a wolf I grant my very entity To be absorbed by the four elements And fill the four seasons With dark passion and morbid woe So I dwell from the subsoil To the void that diffuses among Starlit skies, this night opened Cast the silver marks On the snow I follow My essence like air, I become a journey...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Darkening, somber destiny Races straight and proud, in gallant wait The grime swells to strangle the fairness Risen from the monument of atrocity Transcend the allegory prevailing and trite Rip the veil, insight the core, to see its affectation Maybe the veil itself is woven of truth Fester, the semblance of beaming realm Glossy shards cracked, the taint unfolds The moon reveals the genuine beauty Hidden within inhuman crude walls "We are all mere autumn leaves One to drown and moulder into moors One to wither among the trees One to fall into the river And he carried to the distant seas A destiny chosen for them, not by them In the lunar lights I gain the force to transcend Cut the thread of fate, in moonlight I stand Before the tower of ivory and gold Wrapped by its splendid warm light Though I see the rifts with boiling filth beneath Uphill the tower of severe stones Blackened wood, ominous gleam In the lunar light I transcend, the veil and core... I step the archway uphill to enter the darkside Not as a grain in the desert But the apple of dark eye itself..." I saw fear in the old woman's eyes In the shrine at the edge of the forest When beams of sunset coated the cross Red, as aflame We both sense the omen of approaching dusk...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

(preludium) Harness the black steed... Aye, my liege May the night and fog be my veil As I carry the word to the forest citadel That the lord on exile may arise (legend part 1) The fullmon stained crimson over the realm Traces of terror, impaled greet from villages, hills Shade of the grey castle, like shroud of fear, the folk benumbed Tales hover of morbid godless rites, heretic acts The tyrant holds the kingdom With iron embrace Still holds sword and shield Against outlandish thread (legend part 2) The folk's grief becomes wrath, confederacy grows Unawared the grim lord made the realm an unbroken stronghold The greedy lords from the south dare not cross the bounds They crave to behold the tyrant fall And stir up the flame of insurgence For the blind crowd own destruction A requiem for northern Wallachia (interludium) The threads of betrayal extend Messengers tramp in the woods Town alleys, the evening whispers The lord on exile awaits (legend part 3) At last the signals resounded Messages delivered, blaze aroused Many fell to banish the fierce lord And pyres of retribution gleam Among choirs of rejoice And content gaze from the south Among thunder of forges and kettle drums Heralding the war... (postludium) Forgotten are the wounds set by foreign swords When own stakes and gallows grow The price of throwing chains may be the shield's decay One day the tyrant summoned will return in glory...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

The hills affected by November's grim spell Clothed the feeble robe with fiery enclaves Interwoven by the deep of barren crowns Atop rise the ashen marbly stronghold walls The pathway hidden under the ardent coat Persistently uphill till reach the cold mount Across this uncanny realm scattered The shrines of pallid supremacy Drowning among the frayed fields they persist The watchers old, ageless...Immortal Inscriptions carved aforetime Subsequently became obscure The kingdom once a proud entirety And once divided trebly As a figured funeral shroud To grace three distinct tombs The ornaments & emblems ever the same On each remembrance stone Be it knight, mage, priest A noble, an occult, a villain All them aligned by upright eternity Yet cut by bounds and laid on foreign soil The rivers everflowing And the mountains keen crests Ordered to separate domains To lift castles and watchtowers Now countless ruined silent memorials At the land below the cursed moon...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Like the river in unbending flow to reach the sea I wind my waters dark in range between rejoice and suffering The fountain of my fathers, endless pride and dignity The leading quest, to behold their kingdom rising I let the trees in the stony chalice drench their limbs Bring the forest to renascence in the cycle of being I let the winter frost turn my heart to crystal gem I make the starlight shimmer as winds sharpen my face I evoke the visions of ruined domains Glorious defeats, bitter failures, battles lost And realize I obtain the knowledge The ancestors fell so that I may know How to avoid fall I gather the shreds of the lost kingdom Fragments scattered under ancient Europe skies In the deep woods I enchant them Into precious monument A heart of the new dawn I shall reign from here "We are all mere autumn leaves Descending towards the river Or the river itself..." Predominating their doom Unawared of their faint will While the master entities enfold us With frames we cannot seize They appoint the extent We can forge our fate within I quest for might to perceive And then shatter the unfathomed frames Like the river in unbending flow to reach the sea I wind my waters dark in range between rejoice and suffering The fountain of my fathers, endless stream of glorious deeds And the night came of my kingdom dark and noble rising...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025