Oathbreaker

Many millennia ago! A premonition of eternal chaos, of nations erased and forgotten, of worlds aflame and bodies turned to dust. Of the black void he is born, during the harshest winter storm. A boy takes his first breaths, squalling in sweat and shadow. The shape of things to come, the black seed drips with sin. The most unholy conception, a destiny rotten from within. It is all part of a great plan, the unholy will of an ancient evil to restore the glory of the forgotten, to enslave the universe for eternity. Of the black void he is born, during the harshest winter storm. A boy takes his first breaths, squalling in sweat and shadow. The shape of things to come, the black seed drips with sin. The most unholy conception, a destiny rotten from within. Bastard, slave, worthless, dust clogs every pore. His wretched life is agony, they sow the seeds of vengeance.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Sweat drips on his brow, and the sun shines so brightly. A mirage of a savior, a black avatar of rage sent from the shadow throne. There was so much hope that he could be the one to bring about justice and an everlasting peace. The boy is impressed, his dreams are in his grasp to fly far away and travel all the stars. He sees all their lights though he does not know that by his hand they shall be destroyed. Misread prophecy, he was the child messiah. Claimed by good and evil which path will he take?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

He can feel it in his bones, the tides are turning. The seeds have been sewn, the tides are turning. He can feel it in his bones, his mind is bursting. The seeds have been sewn, his mind is burning. He can feel it in his bones, the tides are turning. the seeds have been sewn, the tides are turning. An eternal flame burns within him, all the power of the stars flow through his soul. A great unease forged in the cold depths, it torments the dreams of a vulnerable soul. Vivid visions of pain and suffering, such fear can only lead to darkness. And he will not embrace death, the nature of the universe. Writhing through his thoughts like maggots in flesh, waking in cold sweat each and every night. Twisting, contorting, flailing, tortured, manipulated by this black spectre of prophecy. Images of suffering, death to the innocent, he's growing ever stronger, the pieces fall in place. Lecherous thoughts betray his sacred vows, he is but a pawn in a game to wake a nightmare. Blinded by desires, passion is his downfall, ruthless brutality wasted on the weak. Writhing through his thoughts like maggots in flesh, waking in cold sweat each and every night.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

There is one always watching from the shadows disguised as an affable mentor. One who knows the gifts of the darkness, his words reek of lies and a power unmatched. No one can sense his ever creeping influence as he shrouds his ill will from his foes. He knows the young one's passion will overwhelm all the somber vows he has sworn. Slithering into his ears, a legend was passed down from the old master to the vile disciple. Dark magic, dark desire, unnatural power! See the dead, stop the dying, save the ones he loves. The necromantic powers guised in white, a noble cloth hides the fetid spirit. A bastard child born of prophecy, misplaced hope of an age forgotten. His words are like the singing of serpents, songs the color of shadows. He blurs the lines between good and evil, a false smile masking the deceit. Sensing the young one's power and lust he grows ever bolder still. A silver tongue conceals the bile of his nature, he wants to consume the stars. "Sit with me, my child, I know what troubles you so listen to my words attentively: Become a God, create life though some might hold these ancient secrets as unholy and unnatural!" Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem. Opem celaverunt ab te, verum quidem opem. Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem. Opem celaverunt ab te, verum quidem opem...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Dark tendrils infect his soul, his fate is sealed, he kills those near. That darkness he sought to destroy becomes entwined and one. He wanted an end to mortality but he becomes death. Was his sacrifice worth it, the stars will scream in agony. The very noblest of intentions they burn the deepest scars of a mind forever lost in the black madness of despair. He rises as an agent of darkness, he fulfills his destiny. An apprentice of hate and cold, he is born of prophecy. His soul rots from within and the darkness is revealed but he is powerless to resist the calling of the void. His dreams haunt him with visions of that frostbitten eidolon. He's the harbinger of pain of the very same future he sought to destroy. Groves of grotesquely misshapen corpses lay in his wake. He is the ultimate betrayer whose name shall make the heavens weep.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

He moves with singular purpose, he walks through the cold stone. Hideous betrayal, the innocent slaughtered with no mercy. No remorse! He spits on the corpses within this ancient temple. Children impaled and no one is spared, no price is too great. Screeching in terror and fleeing footsteps. No one escapes and no one survives. He embodies a wretched evil long forgotten, forbidden name. Fire for blood, a power so endless, the sacrificial soul tears itself apart. Precious life is traded, victims of the void, he feels righteous in the darkness and nothing can stop the night. Feeding on fear, feeding on anguish. Engorging his power, mindless slaughter. Corruption fills his mind with hate, all along this was his fate. Insolent apostasy blasphemes the great prophecy... "How can this feel so pure, how can this feel so right, how can I reclaim my past? How can I undo what I have seen and how can I bring them back? Immortality shall be my gift, the gift I grant to thee. Come and be immortal with me."

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Falling, cursing, destroying, hating, killing, butcher demon, earth crusher, slave to sin, blinded by fury. Enthralled by the black abyss, immortal judgment. Soaring through the stars and slaying the enemies of his dread lord. Screaming agony, harvest souls like a fell beast from hell. He seals his fate, he fulfills his master's will upon a throne of damned souls, under a black crown. Decapitating, decimating, a grim envoy of death. Eradicate the impure, enter oblivion. Soaring through the stars and slaying the enemies of his dread lord. Screaming agony, harvest souls like a fell beast from hell. " I cannot turn back, I must not think twice, I must learn the secret, I must have this power... I must defeat death!" Treachery, passion, absolute ruination, searching for the answer, all morality is displaced. His mind is enslaved, his soul is disfigured, darkness warps his grimace into an agonizing smile. Soaring through the stars and slaying the enemies of his dread lord. Screaming agony, harvest souls like a fell beast from hell. Fire burns in his veins at the twilight of the final nightfall. A shattered soul, broken, now lost for eternity. It screams from within a flesh prison, the ancient ones grin their evil grins. Vile sorcery, planets imploded, life extinguished, ghastly shrieking. Every tree burned, every bird dropped dead from the sky. Every lake dried, every creature rotting, and now the smell of death rising. Broken fingers dig their masters' graves, endless suffering, charred corpses. Spirit of vengeance, his name: Anathema! There once was a passion, a love, a great beauty that all the stars smiled upon. An essence so pure, so noble, so full of hope, an avatar of wisdom, peace and justice. She stares at him in disbelief and her heart breaks a thousand times. Tears enough to drown all souls of a million worlds, she cannot understand what he has done for her. Allies lay forsaken, discarded all his vows.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Ashes fill his lungs, flesh is peeling away Severed limbs around, His rage won’t let him die A mentor turns his back, a brother is laid to rest, A dreamer turns to dust, a lover breaths a final breath “I feel my body burning; my soul is split in two, Cut down and left to die, I clutch the earth in mortal terror, blackened flesh, eviscerated, I choke on ash and curse his name” Again the black savior arrives, to claim his prize, A tool of destruction too valuable to lose, Destroy, dehumanize, power, control An icon of evil, the face of sin “I feel my body burning; my soul is split in two, Cut down and left to die, I clutch the earth in mortal terror, blackened flesh, eviscerated, I choke on ash and curse his name” It is a grand paradox he is more machine than man Enslaved forever inside this black mechanical prison. In agony, doing the bidding of his foul master

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Grandma, welcome home you have been gone for far too long Is this a dream? Are you really back? Let me help you out of the chair Grandma let me touch you let me feel Grandma take a look what do you think of the house and the silvery moon? we are going to repaint the front door soon Wait until you see your room up in the attic prepared just like you said without a bed you will find your rocking chair and the tea pot that Missy found There is someone waiting for you now come along Missy and Mother they are dying to meet you How strange she's spoken no word I wonder, Grandma are you alright? Grandma, what was it like to be on that holiday site Oh it could have been worse but with them by my side In the twilight they sang all the old lullabies Grandma, who are they? never mind you dirty little brat Let us go inside something's on their mind they are still alive can you feel their eyes? Now that you are stuck with me you better be my friend

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 12, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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