Ancestor of the Darkly Sky
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Crossing the channel of fire The wings of the dragon shall Carry me high The sky so dark and cold Known only to the spirits that grew old We rush towards the ravenclaws They silently await to crush us all We await the coming Cursed as hellbound lizards we All shall crawl Not the blessed Nor the gifted We choose the true evil Not the feeble We lords of dogs We lords of the hamlets We lords of swords We call upon thee Souls of the infernal Ghosts of the wicked Spirits of all that is evil Dance to the master's organ We call upon you Incarnated souls of disaster Spread the fire all high and low The ravenclaws has waited to long
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
When I look upon these burial- Grounds my heart sighs Deep in the dark, so is my heart My black seared heart is the way From the cold clouds above rains Dust of death In my mouth, in my breath The cold struck urge for pain Increases the lust to gain Reign of knowledge My apocalyptic vision at its very peak My black seared heart can wait no longer The force deep desertion has grown stronger
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
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