A Caress of the Void
The moaning comes from upstairs I hear them, as if Upon the threshold of awakening Ebony tides sweep me away again Not waving, but drowning Skyward glance through eyes sinking beneath the surface Spiraling through indistinct memories Meanings lost in the primal depths A caress of the void: the scream falls still Reality null - The landscape dissolves Abysmal galleries of depthless gray Realm of decaying logic The moaning has turned to screams Whilst somewhere beyond, a voice drones the mad narrative Of souls astray - Reliving their mortal pains Silhouettes writhing in murky air Until a familiar voice whispered into my ear One word was all that was spoken Shattering the mirror of this fleeting oblivion Into a thousand shards of broken light
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
The tolling of cathedral bells Aloft in the still black chamber Calling forth the faithful From lives of wretchedness They rise in acquiescence To the temples anguished chime Searching for their sins atonement And be spared the eternal fires You would bleed for your safe haven Salvation veiled in the candles dancing flame As the solemn gaze of marble icons Falls dreaded upon thy soul Withered limbs kneel in prayer To cleanse each brow of sin Stricken with the grief of age Let deaths knell softly ring A distant sound: summoning Through the quietude Is it the voice of god? Hollow words resound Through catacombs of long suffering grief The silence ruptured forevermore The bells of the tower haven now fallen silent And the voice of god Summons me no more
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Woeful wraith, obscured in veils of stalking night Once again, reliving the final fragments of a bygone dream Too long, you have languished in this desolate place Perdition of your soul, suffer now forevermore With a glance that turned my heart'- blood to frost She descended each stair with unearthly grace The dust-ridden scent of abandoned tombs, like perfume Awakened by an unrevealed longing, perhaps to live again Free from the pains of mortality, the vast unknown The frail dreams of life buried deep beneath the confinements of earth Sleep again, restless Eidolon Return to non-existence, tranquility in the silence of coffins Your eyes of misted glass Mesmerize and who but I drawn forward Lost in a reverie of tears With a voice long forsaken A promise of eternal bliss was spoken Turning away from that aura of coldest intent For I saw nothingness: A blackest chasm of despair And yet I still covet thee
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I saw the world descend beneath a black pall breathing, seething The unanimated now alive in murky, abstract horror Upon the casket, lying in ruin upon its side The writhing abyss obscene in the burning lamp's ghostly light Stretching into infinity; the open lid reveals a view into the depths of internal hell Petrified by visions in this hypnotic interlude For I am the deceased, within the crawling skin and sightless eyes as cold as death Demons silently extract my sanity The march of a funeral drum, beating So like my blackened heart May the darkness I welcome Enlighten the enigmas of my faith Solitary figure in the endless cycle of mortality A self-constructed purgatory to languish in for time unknown In this gloom-filled room, the true frailty of life is revealed The spirit disintegrates long before the flesh is lost The concept of eternity crashing down Desperate to the believe in the unreal, for truth is the path of pain Close the curtains; shed some darkness on The intricate patterns that adorn this spectral carpet Pity me such as I've yearned for, mourners gathered in solemn rite Their misery was always my own Breathe once again; the passages drone distant and detached I shut my eyes and pine for the funereal essence The presence of death slowly fades
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Take them from us, the pitiful ones Pleading for bleak light's return... betrayed by impending dusk Finding no solace in the deeply lowering gloom They travel the path of the condemned in silent horror Onward into the unspeakable, no savior awaits in forgiveness Lead us unto ruin, devourer of hope In night's solemn presence The accursed procession approaches their destiny Fields in neglect; unconsecrated by blood and monumental agony Behold, crosses for the dead Their distorted shadows forewarn the tragedy The lurking fear tightens with each labored breath May we curse the gods in our final hour; the ones they have abandoned The dead and the dying; all sought in vain their own divine rescue Begin the mortification of flesh, limbs transfixed upon wooded stakes Extinction of thy very being; Hammerfalls resound through the gently sloping hills... Burn the dead now; let the ashes scatter without remembrance As those without hope, forgotten in eternity
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Inescapable Earth collapsing, deforming Through the immensity of tectonic pressure Metamorphosis Slowly rising through countless eons From primal chaos and upheaval There is creation The pressure is inescapable
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025