Tragedies
Omkranset av blomster Som på en himmelsk eng Sa dvele ved det Er som kjærlighet for meg Alle de årene Fyllte du mitt hjerte Med en ånde av vår Men gjennom tårer Ser ikke øynene I tomhet synker vi Som skyggefulle blomster På solløse klipper Jeg gråter evig ved din grav Måtte det herde mitt hjerte Og sende min klagesang Til de himmelske riker Et ensomt sorgfullt skrik - av bunnløs tragedie Visnende kjære, inn til hvile gå Deg i evigheten vil jeg få En større glede enn din lyst Var å ligge ved ditt bryst Vis meg ditt hjertes innerste begjær - dine år vil aldri ende Lik en brennende glød Ville du aldri aldri skukke Å lide alles død Skulle du utelukke Mitt lengtende hjerte er evig forlatt Og imens livet svinner Fylles sjelen med evige minner Og griner tomt og øde Som hos de andre døde
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Abased by my grief, the troubled mind I bear, drags me down the abyss of endless loneliness. Enlight the reek in which you dwell. You're the weak, your soul has fell. Hear the prayer of a lost soul. Even though the greatest of my wishes is being stoic, God has made me one of many stooges. Trusting only thou who is alike myself. I merge with the darkness that embraces me for who I am. Emaciated by their faulter moves, they hide under the cloak of blasphemy. Desperately yearning for love, finding only misery Avount Now I loathe the presence of God, whom I had such trust in. Only to be abandoned, my hardest of times. Pierce the mind see what is not. Try to sense the spirit rot.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Behold the truth of our demise. Out of ruin we ll arise. We'll rise from darkness, from burden - to light with joy. Oh beautiful valiant, take us from night, from dark the mighty king - unfolds as light. Malevolent death toll, oh so sweet sounding. Demise We sing in our despair, for hope, then rot in peace. Embalmed with rosescented fumes. As the shades of evening draws the trees calmly whistles... unending reprisal of hope, of hope Farvel nikker blomstene, mildt hvisker vinden. Soulbells play in gardens of stone. Everlasting monuments, petrified by grief. The remains of loved ones, now withering into dust and soil. Again turning the wheel of life, from dust man arise to dust man become.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
When nightfall class the earth, shadeless flowers sleep. Mankind lies in emptiness, all the mourners weep (in silence). We stride towards sick winds, rain fills our lungs, God s tears inside? So grim yet beautiful (in your soul). Are you too of this awe? Then hope you have (doomed one). When nightfall clasps the earth, man humbles himself. Becomes obedient to death and godlessness. We will all die. We will receive. The goal of our faith. When nightfall clasps the earth angels sing their praises... Have patience dying faces
She lays there dressed in silk. So pale, so cold. Your door has opened for all to see. The pitiness that we suffer. Guided (to) where no man returns or ever will, (it is) eternity. A spokesman of God gives the beauty away. You door has been opened for all to see. The pitiness that we suffer. Guided (to) where no man returns, or ever will, (it is) eternity. A brief moment in black, is that all?
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025