The Dawn of the Dying Sun

A massive lust-like rage I feel Yet calm, rejoiced, I am The so lifegiving daylight went Then night, so pure, became With the shining, ancient, moon So cold and twilight grey Thou shalt see no tomorrow come Beware the future misery Read the shadows as they pass A freezing wind a promise bring The dawn of the dying sun Chaos dwelling secretly Ten centuaries of night... Eternal! Earth turns to a frozen stone All things shall end Yet thorns shall grow Throughout the dust of death Bringer of chaos be greeted! Harvest your souls from your chariot of ice Beware the future misery It is written in the night An eclipsing wind, a promise brings The dawn of the dying sun A massive lust-like rage I feel Yet calm, rejoiced, I am The so life-giving daylight went Then night, so pure, became With the shining, ancient, moon So cold and twilight grey It is the dawn of the dying sun!!!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

This is the dusk of the week! Northern storms are silent, Yet it blows in the north Northern kings are sleeping, Yet kings rule Ten centuries of torment Of a northern soul But soon the hammer shall strike This is the dusk of the week The dawn of an age of... strength! Oh'hail the mighty kingdom That from the ruins shall arise Oh'hail the mighty kingdom Beneath the midnight skies Northern storms are no longer silent Northern kings do no longer sleep Oh'hail the mighty kingdom

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

It shall come one night a darkness For centuries to last When water turns to blood And wine to poison Shadows of dimensions far up high Dwells strongly in a soul Destend to a gloom of a thousand nights There are no limits for the blood and tears That rains from the sky Swords shall sing and axes chime In a neverending dance of death And impaled heads of angels, Are held up high on heathen spears When angels weep their blood-red tears It is the sign of Hades Each song, each chant, each blasphemy It is the sign of Hades Swords shall chime and blood shall flow In a neverending death dance And crows shall feast upon dead men's eyes Water turns to blood And wine to poison There are no limits for the torment That rains from the sky The time has come for death And there is no return When the reaper comes to hunt your soul When the angels heads are held up high When brothers fall for brothers sword When blackwinds rage, and fire rapes the sky It is the sign of Hades!!!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Alone walkyng, in thought planing, And sore sighing, all desolate. Me remembryng, of my livyng, My dethe wishyng, Bothe erly and late. Infortunate, is so my fate, That vote ye what? Out of measure. My life I hate, thus desperate In soche pore eslate doe I endure. Of othir cure am I not sure Thus to endure is hard certain. Such is my ure I you ensure: What creature Maie have more pain? My truthe so plain is take in vain, And grete disdain in remembraunce; Yet I full faine Would me complaine Me to abstaine from this penaunce: But in substaunce none allegeaunce Of my grevaunce can I not finde: Right so my chaunce with displesaunce Doeth me avaunce and thus an ende.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Gathered are they, the wolves from the north And the tribes of the underworld hordes Heathen men From pagan wastelands Joined with them have they The stench of blood. Holy blood! Have penetrated their woods and fields too long Ravens flew as messengers from hill to hill They brought harsh blasphemous chant As ancient as time it self Whispered by the wind which Cries for the waning moon The beholders of the cross, shall Be mesmerized by fear Their fate denies the fact of such creations Man, beast-the hordes of the underworld Bound by chains foged by pagan blood To night they shall feast Tonight the ravens and wolves shall feast Upon blood, of those of the Light who beholds the cross Beneath the remains of a civilisation Centuries of sorrow!!! Centuries of pain!!!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The wolves howled at the moon That chilly autumn night And cold winds whispered through The scattered leaves When the first light from A late, yet crimson dawn, Shined through the morning mist... She was dead... and so reborn. Caught in a web of silver beams Thrown from an ocean of stars A sea that from now, always Shall haunt her existence She exists only in darkness She feeds from the vain of an innocent child Yet she is strong Unbound by the chains of mortality Sometimes under the ocean of stars She gazes at the black horizon Wistful thoughts of death She wish for sleep She has no quest Just an eternal lust for blood Always walk alone - eternally! She is the eye of the raven She is the ear of the wolf She is mockery it self of the holy trinity she is the pleasure concived from your pain The empress of nocturnals Thou shalt fear And thou shalt serve And thou shalt... die In her embracing kiss of death

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Over the cold endless mountain streem Into the dark frozen forest Under the snowcoverd trees Through the wintery whispering winds Great gods of Aasgaard Guide us through the night Let your ravens fly Lead us through valleys Great gods of Valhalla Guide us through woods Great gods of Valhalla Let your Valkyres fly And let us enter Let us enter thy hall Over the cold endless mountain streem Into the dark frozen forest Under the snowcoverd trees Through the wintery whispering winds Great gods of Aasgaard Guide us through the night Let your ravens fly

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025