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Stain my eyes with guilt One winter’s day it all be gone Bless the mournful eve One secret kiss and shame to feel The bleak that i must know And passion lost beneath the sea For i am the silver blade To cut you deep and fade with thee God to raise the weak Again this rain and hate in me Grief fall on every man An endless pain in shadow’s sleep Lost within the hateful visions. Strangled child in the crowd of liars. Whores stripping before me. Inside the walls of this mighty castle The frost bites deep the trembling soul. Agony is poured upon the silent winter Where are you now, my true lord? White snow like heaven’s saddest tears All mercy fading inside the wretched heart Slay my emotion and cry to my death Feel the chill inside the desolate soul Wasteland of frozen thorns Bear the light, the lonesome flame Into the night to rise the day Choking fool to gather the rays Death is love and all in vein Silent winter’s day One touch to see the pain is real Cry for life once lost A drop of blood on pure white snow

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025

Sentenced to silence, blamed for all sins Reaching to darkness, burning my skin Saved by no one, forgotten instead One sacred angel, one sold to the hell Rivers of fire will burn My final damnation to torn In blindness of joy i reborn To dream again of my fall Burning in fever, holy i become My religion is fire, endless i become Devils and angels, the pit and the cloud My ashes and dust, feeding the cursed ground Rivers of fire will burn My final damnation to torn In blindness of joy i reborn To dream again of my fall Walk with me, burn with me Into this lake of thousand flames Let yourself to drink my pain Swallow it up and be empty again Rivers of fire will burn My final damnation to torn In blindness of joy i reborn To dream again of my fall

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 12, 2025

From the voice of the beast And of the broken beggar Thy ocean shatters, the waters spits storm Bleeding into the heart, pure blood Poisonous nectar gods feast upon It bleeds into you Girl has been made for the lust Womanly virtues are shed with the tears Oh, this torment in passions war Playful whore, sinful bitch, your love Hold her, no one else but her It bleeds into you… For all times that are gone Close the black eyes of the eve For the time you spent crying for me Close the starring eyes, and become a fool For me, bleeding Loneliness, emptiness, sickness. Merciless bastards, vicious dogs mauling Your flesh, holding your breath Lord, please hear the cry of your child Even if he is filth, even if she’s a whore And i will walk in the serenity’s meadows Slipping among the temples of christ And i will watch how my ocean enrage Down on your earth, bleeding into your eyes

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025

The devil outside and sorrow enters my home Waiting so silent and black hours pass Tearing my mind from my dying soul They come, they go and kill The wretched shades after the rain In this world a dying stare I can’t help you to your grave No one calling my name Filthy man designed for blame Reborn once again from the dust To strive once more for the lust The devil outside and emptiness rise Waiting so silent to my demise Licking my wounds and caressing me They come, they go and kill The wretched shades after the rain In this world a dying stare I can’t help you to your grave Daggers like teeth bites my body Savaged by their anger and hatred Scorned by the world to the end Lock away the silent cry See the light so deep inside Whore and liar dressed in blight Eyes are closed mouth cannot sigh…

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 12, 2025

Tell me all your sins I will be in your soft dream I will try all your delights Then caress your sleeping face What do you feel when i am inside? In your room, resting in your chair. Watching you moving at the silent sound of your heart. Talking to your cat, and ignoring your presence. In your room the pictures of sadness Hang on the walls, hiding the holes There is nothing to do at your home But to sit and to stare at your misery Careless for the lives of the people Sick mindless bastards, young and too old In their homes, in their beds Filth and ashes from the broken hopes All are washed away by the tide to the sea Crushing demons from the deep, burning pit Stand at your doors, crawl in your bed They beg you to tell them a short fairy tale Before the endless, torturing sleep They are like you. i feast upon you. You take my life. i let you.

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025