The Crown of Winter

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Stay... As the Legend comes true... Among the virgin snows we are Her silent envoys We make you dream About what''s happened Long ago So long ago... I''ve seen you off by a vernal sunrise To meet again in autumn dusk And overcome with sudden uneasiness A fine delight of my throbbing heart Be standing quiet, blessed with oblivion Inhaling the freshness of your enchanting cold And feel this strange severe fondness You grant me captured to behold These calm and solemn snowfalls In which I am drowning, revealing That the death is no more Being lost from this Earth I am yet to be found Among the stars not known Before "I am not the only one, Who drifts away into the Might of this Night The decision''s yours so will you join me? We could, if dared, defeat the Height..." – Please go dance with me Before I fall asleep, And teach me one more word of Your perfect tongue... As you are the only one I want to talk to I wish to talk to I''d like to talk to... – You... No! Wait... I know.. I''m doomed to talk to... Bring the Crown! Bring the Crown! For a prince of this Misery In the glow of the Northern Lights To become a true king... And till the end of the time He''ll dwell unopposed Once being beheaded – Forever be Crowned... I open heart for my eyes to see The skies are crying turning grey Today I seem to fail to find the decent cause That would persuade me to stay

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

A pale cold haze by stealth conceals the path As lurking shade transforms the day so fast Rich colors fall against the bleak decay Am I the one to pass these waters longing For their living prey? All where I can turn my look is a reign of Mire I cry out but echoes die unborn The dismal life of the Mighty Bogs Shall go on undisturbed at all... Perceive the stuffiness, the swamp''s breathing hard Digesting dreams of those who''re now its part Who''ve been sucked in or maybe jumped themselves They cheat all deaths and never die being dead Let woken be those whose time has passed And the blessed get dressed in their newer flesh Then come to soak my fury up and join To free our world from meanness No matter those who''re telling you there''s nothing to be awake for. The Mire is enormous but not endless. as it’s born grace and I’ve been aged to find them. I''ve spent all my life searching for finally succeeded, yet after all I''ve been through it seems to me that I am the only one who dares to know. ...I find the way out... Hear me call from the other side Of the deadly mire''s halls See I could pass them through And some other will if he wants And all those who were killing me For billion poignant times, Failed again... yet my stars rise to shine For the last time in these skies...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Master am I of the dark side you have never been even close to Oblivion I give to the hordes, watching the sun Burning their eyes that can''t see I know I am the one you hate and fear Fear of my black heaven calls One day to leave... to live "Maybe it''s just the way to be?" Humility! How I scorn you worms! In shining masks they come well dressed Light bows imply the impeccable taste And smiled are their rotting faces... Once in a dream that I have seen... ...Me... falling down, into thy blazing sea So will you be forcing me to arise? And they strike... Visions Orgy of vermin is bursting through the rotting flesh''s agony Thrilling delight for ubiquitous corpse devourers Which are faithfully creeping around the abandoned throne Whereto death is slowly descending to rule over chaos! Burn! Hell is mine yours is the agony! I bless you to die! Hated! You! All!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Pain-disfigured burning face... Lips seeking some moisture... Morbid delirium emitting distress Let this flooding despair caress me... We''ve been chosen today (Following instincts) To arise being haunted to death... Come closer as this mournful day falls Blinded by men, yet still able to hear The laughter, which is fading towards The secret domain of our souls But it comes another day Like a ravenous doom, And rise the Cursed to battle The hated human scum Once''ve started, they won''t stop... Made of leaves is my crown A gift of the dreaming autumn, Which is coming down, smiling To join me in my forever dance White ships of mist are moored in the morning The final taste of the sweet night wine Tonight we''ve got to know the sorrow And cold ghostly wind will take us all away at dawn It''ll carry the ashes Back through the grieving night Away from the brightening horizon And on the wings of a doleful sigh It will release them Into the dazzling winter day...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Time! As a demon I rise, feeling the hunger I gather us for the final Sabbath at last on this night And I fly as the nightshade attacks the light As it makes me the strings of thy wrath and all-conquering sin Down into the hunt! Till the darkness allows None of their bastions will be safe on this hour Before the daylight devours our flesh, I wonder, How many will manage to flee? This night is worth the whole life Yet the prophecy says we all to be burnt in the pitiful dawn So be it! This oath''s yet to serve us: In torments and deaths to unite! Passing the burning cliffs Our ship is leaving the bay Remember us for the others won''t As morning strikes It feels the day Up with the mass Of deadly horror It wakes the dead up To proceed with rot And thus provide them all With new turmoil Master! Art thou hearing me call? Through these storms that I''ve summoned As a tribute to thy majesty! Regard! Oh, Almighty! Thy mortal bride is prepared And blessed she lies awaiting thee... Thou, who allowed me to be thy choirs of sorrow, In ascendant stream of this symphony Heavier are my wings, yet it was damn worth of trying To reach this height to fall from so desperately ... And here it comes...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Good morning... Just woke up Today is 20th of September I wash and dress and then... Good morning... Just woke up Today is 15th of November I wash and dress and go Good morning... Just woke up Today is 5th of May I wash and dress and then... And the ceiling''s gone as Heavy smoke. Am off into the Stream of Night... so fragile... To live another life of mine Either forgotten or unhappened... ...A boat is cutting dark-green waters, I am watching it while dad is rowing I spot a thread of smoke at the bank, a smell of food, somebody''s waving us... We''re home, both tired, wet but pleased: today it was a perfect fishing. My mom''s surprised and happy, so am I. She''s smiling, praising me, her son. Am running, my sister''s joining me! It''s swing time, who''s the first? We''re swinging so that apples fall and joy''s filling the garden. And then we''re having evening meal outside, together. Black-yellow tongues of fire are rushing up Into the velvet sky, so magically stellated. All of a sudden, a spark, it hits my eye... Growing''s the pain to blow up the world and kill me back Into the Day we all belong to... Morning... Just woke up... And so it goes, day after day. A pale-gray circle Of indifferent decay... I just don''t know What still makes me wake up To find myself surrounded By the dead again... ...For buzz of bees and scent of pollen, And can-docks over water''s deep, For silver threads of warm rains fallen For all it still dwells beneath the steep For shady glades and sunny wild heaths And golden meadows, where we''ve run, For rapture of a careless child with The taste of pinesap on his tongue... For a night-bird''s flight across the river Through the mournful toll of a lonely church For after-dawn dew droplets quiver And moths that dance in the light of a torch For those who choose the pain of living And bleeding wounds from that day forth. For martyrs tortured, whose forgiving Still helps the Skies to bear this Earth... I take a deep breath as the vision''s dying... Those never fail who never dare Bewept by none and cursed, we were just trying To dream of what you''re not aware... Of floating mists embracing lovers And honey poured on just baked bread, Of solid rocks and fragile flowers... Yet nothing matters to the dead...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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