Hellfire and Funeral Bells
In my study chamber<br/> I write these final lines<br/> By the light of black candles<br/> My tale is taking form<br/> <br/> The mansions lies in silence<br/> My servants sent away<br/> Now to the finest whisky<br/> My mind drifts back<br/> <br/> Once I was a beggar on the street<br/> Until I met a strange, old priest<br/> His eyes aglow with eerie light<br/> A soft voice somehow drowning out the din of night<br/> He offered me a hundred years of bliss<br/> This crown lain on my head hiding a serpent kiss<br/> My solemn oath was all he asked<br/> And from that day I've not looked back<br/> <br/> 'Cause fortune followed everywhere I'd go<br/> Immerse wealth was upon me bestowed<br/> Knowledge without boundaries<br/> Life without regret<br/> So on this night I'll face my doom and die just as I lived<br/> <br/> Then in the distant sleeping country side,<br/> Silence has been broken by a tolling of great bronze bells<br/> A sound like the marching leaden steps of fate<br/> Hellfire & Funeral Bells - Hellfire & Funeral Bells<br/> <br/> Oh Angel of Mercy<br/> When you do return<br/> Will sorrow be read in your eyes?<br/> Or in wings bent by the burden<br/> You alone must bear<br/> Your cold, empty embrace<br/> For when you come calling at my door<br/> I'll have passed far beyond your reach<br/> <br/> Out of dust and shadow a mighty form arise<br/> His somber face tells me it is time to go<br/> I have donned my finest clothes - And rise to follow where I must<br/> My last words written down - A hundred years lived to the full<br/> And all that now remains;<br/> Is Hellfire & Funeral Bells
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Her face whispered of sweet innocence<br/> But her body screamed for sin<br/> Every day she prayed to the lord above<br/> Yet worshipped her idols of crude naked flesh.<br/> <br/> As above so below, it´s said<br/> Both spoke to her in turn<br/> Though commandements from above<br/> Were not as strong as from below.<br/> <br/> No matter how much she did repent<br/> She had urges to attend<br/> There was no cure, just a remedy<br/> To Sin and Sin again.<br/> <br/> Tired of her wicked ways<br/> Her sister cunningly conspired<br/> To deal some godly discipline<br/> The error of her ways were clear<br/> While platonic love is not a sin<br/> Her heart was set on tantric paths<br/> The when her flesh did feel the whip<br/> She found she had a taste for it.<br/> <br/> And from that day till´her very end<br/> Pleasure was sought round´every bend<br/> Her mind would serve the savoir<br/> Her body served itself.<br/> <br/> So when old of age she passed aways<br/> Ir was without any regret or pain<br/> Cause unlike her sister of the cloth<br/> She had not lived her life in vain.<br/> <br/> You may know of her in other forms - This patron saint of sin<br/> She was the apple in the garden - Caressed by slithering skin<br/> <br/> The whore in good of Babylon - Who faced the wrath og God<br/> The Devil tempting Jesus Christ - Into feats of boastful pride<br/> <br/> Gomorrah, Paris, New Orleans - She walked their streets at night<br/> Your first kiss and your first fuck - And with you till you die<br/> ...You sinner!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Far into the eastern lands<br/> Shadows of a holy mountain<br/> Hides a lone valley where<br/> Deep roots feed on the dead<br/> <br/> Here you came unknowing<br/> Then slowly lost your way<br/> Alone, weary, cold, afraid<br/> The forest of suicide welcomes you in<br/> <br/> Bulging eyes behind the leaves<br/> Trees sway by the pulse of the dead<br/> Where the fruit of discontent does swing<br/> Tightened, creaking ropes they sing<br/> And underneath your doom-bound feet<br/> Pale lost faces stare out from the deep<br/> <br/> East or West, North or South<br/> Choose any way, none lead out<br/> Aokigahara - Black Sea of Trees<br/> All around, angry spirits are circling<br/> <br/> You were lost in the forest of suicide<br/> Now at home with others of your kind
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
XVII<br/> Snarling muzzles ascent like trumpets<br/> In homage to the gleaming moon<br/> Triumphant in their hunt again<br/> Howling ancient savage songs<br/> <br/> VIII<br/> The track is warm<br/> The prey is close<br/> Tonight the pack will feast<br/> On a canvas<br/> Winter white<br/> A morbid portrait unleashed<br/> <br/> VI<br/> When the snow glints with cold lunar light<br/> When the air stabs at lungs with knives of ice<br/> <br/> IX<br/> When the journey had been long and hard,<br/> When the aching bones and weary eyes need rest<br/> <br/> IV<br/> When the woods seem a dark hostile labyrinth<br/> When every prayer falls on frigid stony ground<br/> <br/> V<br/> When the Wolves Howl for Blood<br/> Every man must face his true self
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Dr. Karswell, listen!<br/> Your runes I have seen<br/> The shadows you cast are long<br/> And the nights are growing cold<br/> <br/> Dr. Karswell, please...<br/> Call your servant off!<br/> You have made me believe...<br/> Now it comes! It's in the trees!<br/> <br/> Dr. Karswell, I curse you<br/> Now that it's too late for me<br/> Disturbing sounds all around<br/> In the mist a shape appears<br/> <br/> Forbidden book that holds your power<br/> Unlocked through countless nightly hours<br/> From the pool of wisdom you drank too deep<br/> Now nightmares chase you from your sleep<br/> <br/> The ruler of a cult - By a reign of terror<br/> Those who oppose will feel - Your black arts of summoning<br/> So your wealth and power grow - But so does your fear<br/> Everything comes at a price - And you know this cannot last<br/> <br/> Dr. Karswell, you fool!<br/> The runes have chosen you!<br/> The Demon screams from beyond<br/> You can run but the end has come<br/> Dr. Karswell...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Born in 1452<br/> Of noble pure blood<br/> The gravest of children he was<br/> This brooding, curious, quiet boy<br/> <br/> At the tender age of 5<br/> He took his first life<br/> Behind the chapel, a stray dog stabbed<br/> That very night they came to him<br/> <br/> Awakened by a stirring of the icy air<br/> Voices disembodied, vast choir dead and hollow<br/> They whispered of secrets, terrible and glorious<br/> At the price of human suffering untold<br/> Now for the very first time, the prince did smile<br/> <br/> At the age of 9 they all could see<br/> The ominous change in the lordling<br/> A hunger and strangeness growing<br/> Then one day as the sun did descend into its celestial grave<br/> A poor innocent maid disappeared without a trace<br/> <br/> With a human life split<br/> There was no turning back<br/> From the enlightened path<br/> <br/> For they were legion<br/> And they were voracious<br/> In their particular need<br/> <br/> Ever street deserted<br/> Every door locked<br/> 'Cause behind dark walls terror holds court<br/> <br/> When he claimed the throne<br/> He was 16 years old<br/> No trace left of the boy<br/> Now master of forbidden lore<br/> The tyrant ascendant!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026