What Once Was... Shall Be Again

Once a man of strength on darkbound paths Wandered afar, beyond the frontier In a summer of mighty winds To the hills of mysteries and blood Following the call of the graves far away Summoned below, to the tower of the snakes To funereal halls, of temptation and lore Beyond the ebon circle, to dark caves hellbound Where the fire speaks louder than words What the heroes of this world once knew As immortal legions, they rode into storm The banner of the dragon, dripping with gore Raised high above the gates to the barren skies Seal with blood the fate of this world As the corpses of the past wither away Killers' instinct takes control After years of hunting for power What else remains?

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Out for blood He hunts the prey Within his territory Invaders, they have come Trying to benefit from the glory Of the blood, of the soul Of the mighty lion The rage is coming Adrenaline pumps Killing will soon begin Some have tried to get him tamed But everytime they have failed Mark these words, it will never succeed You will not benefit from our blood Tearing the flesh from the people of mud Ripping the rainbows with sharpened claws Proving the world this is his land Upholding the spirit Of the mighty lion The lion has, and always will Dictate its future The lion will stalk its prey And wait for the right time When he strikes he'll fight to the death He'll fight with no regrets

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Who among you forged the strongest of iron? As once, in the past, we were facing the storm Witchcraft and steel, before god, the pitiful one Warriors from beyond against those of the cross Harlots and maidens cast saturnine spells By the temple in the grove At the old crown of stone On the sign of the snake Ways of perception came forth As these howling hills fell into ruin The sign of the mighty lord Over flames flickered Son of witch, of darkbound woods Was left for the wolves Born of devil's rapture Of venom and sin On the river we now placed him To die or to live Beyond time, beyond life A spawn of the goddess, gift to the serpents For his land and the strains of his ancient line Alone in the world that sought him dead Called by the beast, his genetic essence To hunt human blood in the kingdom of trees We shall drink it for a thousand winters

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

From sunless aeons I came The banished one Mutated warspirit Through centuries of wickedness Resisting the spell of immortal fire In her golden locks A contract between our moons She can't escape the darkness Binding her wings In the center of the universe As the mask of redemption burns Over the christened ashes White marble turned red Like roses on virginal skin Thorns with her flesh entangled Caressing my horns in demonic scorn The soul so pure to deflower Between her lips the stench of release And this night she bleeds Slain upon the gallery of stars I rip out the wings I once lost So they may carry me high In my flight to another zone Spread the angleblood to darkened winds Towards the crescent moon Its ghostly perpetual dominion Over bloody earth, reign with might I howl in passion and rage Behold the night and the gloom The dismal heart of a fallen realm Defiant forever, proud as the sun

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

The world was young, with heroes bold The mountains so strong, valleys so deep A child of mystery, in wasteland was born At the gates was found in winter forlorn Out and away, to the master of lore Raven's songs led through the woods Where an oath in silence was spoken To dark ones with fur and all creatures of wind Down the mighty dungeons misty and cold In a strange kingdom unknown to men Under stone and shadow the rule of wisdom and will Wild nature's sons gathered for council The bringers of plague, clans of the dead Most ruthless of hunters, squirrels and bats The quick and the wise, rabbits and rats Peel the rot away from your human heart Kneel and obey the animal lords Aware of our nature, soon you shall be Through ways of war Beneath the earth you shall rule Quick eyes, a bright mind, you're now one of us In the shadow of dusk, with senses so pure Who shall watch the grass grow As the summer rain falls Prevailing with deeds, accomplished with crafts With instinct, the power, the animal awake

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Iron was stronger, sun was ablaze Jewels of power, beauty of nature Timeworn ways to infinite worlds Hordes of the master observed the moon Fading to mist upon thunderous dawn On the field of skulls were last of the warriors Ashes and smoke circled the unholy Dreaming was over as the battle began For a thousand years and a thousand lies Heathens besieged by armies of the light Lords of valour, of sorceries so regal Died in the snow, beneath rustling pines Silvery winds enshrouded the graves Bones of the north covered by rivers of blood Their power would slumber in dreams dark but true Their memories woven in Thulean fire For the throne to rise, for the goldhaired kings As centuries passed, under Christian rule For a thousand nights, the eyes in the lake In silence and shadow, hiding dark secrets Even darker the minds, behind those eyes The eyes in the forest, pagan darkness incarnate Memories so proud of life never seen When birds of the autumn have all flown away The time will come to commit first murder To burn strange herbs of moonfire and lust To pass beyond the portal of dusk To build an empire worth dying for Where Christians shall be nailed to the trees Assembled to rot with the recrucified son In a debauched orgy of flesh and destruction Vomiting nails and blood, holy ones tortured Entrails and bones will splatter the ground When the house of god is a scorching pyre When mighty axeblows shall smash the cross When the birds shall scream for the final murder...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Beneath the sun, devastators march No birds fly, under crimson skies At the end of my years I see what I must be An earthly vector of inhuman will Those who crawl have become those who rule With cruelty, power and beauty Destroyer redeemer, bow to the fire The eyes of god, I see dripping with blood Bound to this rite in the grip of the night Of unholy spirit, of autumnal light Three heads and three throats The burning prophet, the false messiah So holy and proud, the heaven is rotting Inverted prayers, to the son of the goat Three heads and three throats Are cut with one stroke Blood of the lamb, splatter the throne Between the stars, humanity is ending Just a pile of corpses in the blackening night Countless graves, covered in white We return to the mist, the land of vast darkness To continue our path, to the worlds unseen

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Three-crowned elk rotting in the ground, turning to soil. Warships of once mighty warriors sinking in flames to the depths of the sea, volcanic glow in a far away horizon. Two-headed eagle strangled with the tail of our armoured golden guard, fighting with the sharpened claws the fangs of the furry beast and all of the bloodred horrors from east Weak won't last, the strong survive. Triumph of will is our guide. We won't kneel, we won't retreat. We are the true protectors of the north.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025