Black Moon Rising

There's a sigh from the barren soil. Dysfunctional ecology. Cycles soon in turmoil. Tomorrow's promises die by an ancient golden diety. Udders one by one dry. Another concience join to the funeral feast. Another sacrifice thrown to the beast. Hearken to the tolling bell of a worn out world's last yell. Who is the bringer of the coming storm? Who is the last victim that we now condemn? Who is the demon there in human form? That's kneeling down in worship to the requiem for the locust swarm. There's a rotten smell to the mound. A bitter taste to mortality. Fertility gone unsound. The recipie to our grave. Unnecessary necessities. Human kind now enslaved. Who is the bringer of the coming storm? Who is the last victim that we now condemn? Who is the demon there in human form? That's kneeling down in worship to the requiem... Another concience join to the funeral feast. Another sacrifice thrown to the beast. Hearken to the tolling bell of a worn out world's last yell. Who is the bringer of the coming storm? Who is the last victim that we now condemn? Who is the demon there in human form? That's kneeling down in worship to the requiem... Who is the serpent of the paradise? Who is the snake tongue that now joins the requiem for the locust swarm?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Victims of the renaiscense might screamed in the dead of night. The horror, the terror. Ruler in Machivellian days stole all their days away to darkness to sadness. I still see painful eyes. I still hear distant sighs among shadows lingering on. Gaze up high into the open sky from these halls and chambers. To the moon and to the winds I cry. Souls aglow in the darkest of hue miseries are still undue forever and ever. I caress the thickening air and all memories it bear with yearning and longing. I still see painful eyes. I still hear distant sighs among shadows lingering on. Gaze up high into the open sky from these halls and chambers. To the moon and to the winds I cry. Far behind these castle walls glories and virtues fall. Fall for the lunacy. Deep inside where the time weep tyranny is fast asleep in shadows in echoes. Dim is the bay for the grim and the grey as destiny's proven unfair. Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day at which I forlornly do gaze. Gaze up high into the open sky from these halls and chambers. To the moon and to the winds I cry.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Seek the golden key that opens blessed doors. Seek it high and seek it low cherish it forever more. Heaven's out of reach for fondling hands of yours. Turn around and burn your eyes. Don't look back as shadows die. Sworn to share no more tears. Another El Dorado pet appears. On burning wings you fly into a dead horizon. The sun sets forever more do you see the black moon rising? (x2) Dance to the rhythm of fire the flames will make you blind. Ascend the rainbow way up high to the crest where dreamers die. Through the desert of discontent in his hour of need walks the fool on a wicked trail lost in dunes chasing his own tail. Sworn to share no more tears. Another El Dorado pet appears. On burning wings you fly into a dead horizon. The sun sets forever more do you see the black moon rising? (x2) On burning wings you fly into a dead horizon. The sun sets forever more do you see the black moon rising? (x2)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Reaper and the hangman together hand in hand. Their hungry eyes are prowling across this our virgin land. Monger and the black sheep Bonded in heresy. Ruling from shadows behind the stage In this sinful symphony. Thief and the enticer. Brothers side by side panning the rivers for traces of gold with starry eyes so blind. The scoundrel and the squire in hidden infamy Are clad in a robe of glory’s glare by light of false chivalry. Tempter and the weak man for whom tomorrow mourn. Are sowing the seed for the future grief as told in the script of the scorn. Master and the slave now choking by their own hands. The treasures slipping through their fingers like sand in their victory quite not to grand. The scoundrel and the squire In hidden infamy are clad in a robe of glory’s glare by light of false chivalry. (x2)

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

For the hot, for the cold for the brave and bold. We're emerging out of the condemnation. In the fire, in the ice. In the faith of sunrise. Breaking chains in the name of our liberation. Naked in the storm and touched by the flames. Now we're breaking free out of this wasteland. Cast to purgatory thrown out to the beast. Strived from dusk to dawn out of this wasteland. Through the storm, through the breeze. Through the night's disease. Every mortal fear and anguish set aside. Take the left, take the right. Take the path to daylight. Walking past the void with a new found pride. Naked in the storm and touched by the flames. Now we're breaking free out of this wasteland. Cast to purgatory thrown out to the beast. Strived from dusk to dawn out of this wasteland. (x2)

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

From a clear blue sky a sudden bolt came crashing down. Cracking all around, shaking the solid ground. The fortress of solitude was torn and shattered for the wind. Sunlight far away fortune had gone astray. Into the crystal ball gazing with empty eyes he sighed. As one's heaven fall there's no place to run nor hide. In ruins are the pillars of Eden Dark clouds of misery came in and blurred the mind. Sharpest eyes gone blind, reasons they could not find. Uncertain prophecies distorted every sound thought. The vision seeking men fought through the lion's den. Into the crystal ball gazing with empty eyes he sighed. As one's heaven fall there's no place to run nor hide. Choirs of angels was drowned by the sound of crumbling mountains one by one. The march of the demons had so now begun. Yesterday's world was soon undone. How far to salvation? How far to the promised land where the eclipse no more refuses us the light? How far to salvation? How far to a healing hand that can mend the broken dream and carry us out of the night? In ruins are the pillars of Eden (x4) How far to salvation?

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

I am the prince of hypocricy an apostle of the lies. Do as I say not as I do. I'm only playing dice. Hear the words of the profecy in my gospel of swarming flies. I am dancing in the waltz come join in one and all. We will all compete at the jester's ball for a seat at curtain call. In front of the cirtuous mirror blinded men lead the way onto the altar at the judgement day. Living in self-delusion disciples by deceit. Self-nominated in parangon elite. Play me a tune of ideology a noble marching song. Though I am slightly out of key. I'll try to sing along. The chorus speak of our doom's day and all the things it did wrong. I am dancing in the waltz come join in one and all. We will all compete at the jester's ball for a seat at curtain call. (x2)

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

There's a crow on the barrow saddest of figures in grey. Guardian of the roytal grave ancient leyends say. There's a moan from the upon hill clad in a silvery light. Dweller of a forgotten tomb. Dormant heathen might. Croaking at the autumn sky. An accolade in the wind carried to the ones up high. There's a crow on the barrow. Silently spying into the dark. There's a crow on the barrow. Secretly scowling into the black autumn night. There's a present calmness so dense a bower of eternal peace. Vague shadows in reverence like breezes throught the tress. Echoes of the ceremony. Flashes of silver and gold. Offerings of beast and slaves while odes and legends told. Croaking at the autumn sky. An accolade in the wind carried to the ones up high. There's a crow on the barrow. Silently spying into the dark. There's a crow on the barrow. Secretly scowling into the black autumn night. (x2)

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

From the open range they hailed living free as the wind. Children of the vast plains. The hunter became the prey as their land slipped away into the bleeding horizon. Empty promises of snake tongues. Poisonous, venomous lies! Dawning of a sombre age of the sombre age Dawning of a sombre age! In black the days were hung when ancient ways denied struggling in chain and in shackles. Refused the native tongue losing identity once of pride and of power. Empty promises of snake tongues. Poisonous, venomous lies! Dawning of a sombre age of the sombre age Dawning of a sombre age! Empty promises of snake tongues. Poisonous, venomous lies! Dawning of a sombre age of the sombre age Dawning of a sombre age!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Fates now faded from a twilight time when heathen hearts whitened and waned. Told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes treading in times when runes did reign. Winds do whisper of fame and fortune. The stone is standing for the pagan pride. For the bonds of blood the widow wept. He kindred kept her tears in tide. During the sacred tunes there is steel to the stone. Raised in the age of runes oh memorial throne. Grand the granite carved and cut the mourner's monument of stone by steel. In sinuous serpents from a mason's mind the fortunate find what the runes reveal. Read the red and taste the tales hearken the hammers beating blows solemnly singing from the yesteryears of tales and tears and a widow's woe During the sacred tunes there is steel to the stone. Raised in the age of runes oh memorial throne.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

The mist carried tidings of fire and blood. On northern waves the dragons ride. Heaven shall mourn what darkness will scorn on the day when prayers die. The omens spoke of a rising beast that sailed out from the eastern shores. Brethren will cry and angels will sigh on the day of the fiendish force. Aaaah the priory burned. Aaaah aflame and ablaze. The heathen horde struck from the sea like a cut from a tempered blade. In black the bay was hung by the foreign dragons' tongue on the bay of the sinister raid. A plundered parish by a pagan plague perished under the autumn clouds. Their embers went cold as fate did unfold and wrapped them in a solacing shroud. Aaaah the priory burned. Aaaah aflame and ablaze.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025