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A pale light blinds the past... Will it fade like a star as a glimpse through unexistence? Or will perception melt horribly in such simplicity of chaos? Only oblivion bares such secrets. To nothingness. All creation shudders and withers to its end... Praise death! I watch His rain, yearning for sombre rivers and bloody streams gathering down! My discontempt drinks the bloodshed... The forest of suicide in total grief cannot make me fall into the holy, unnatural crown! Dark which returns to its nightly womb. Stars cut deep the grievy flesh... Lost somehow into somewhere... Unknown to knowledge unknown. The book of life is defied by this infinte bleeding end.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Under the grimness of a pale shining moon Hate and pride, guiding talented claws for Warcraft These lonely ones, the strongest ones The everlasting feared shadows. Our souls - a gift from Darkness Our art - a gift to Darkness. Pitch black clouds have gathered The rain just hasn't started falling yet, but there's a storm at hand!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Wielder of black wings Foe of the worthless Through times of War Is Thy fire strengthened Master of suffering! Summoner of eternal Hate! Guidance! No fear is enough for a glimpse of his supremacy This is His aeon of glory Guidance! By our art is His paragon Affirmed and forever Irreversible Faceless, Thy hands stir the heavens As we watch the debris take shape Thou fell to arise, Master of mine! To whom I bow My guide eternal! And so He dances on the throne!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
A stir of voices unstables Melted continuum between past and present times... The air turned cold in this two worlds' midst ... My blood drops in this circle I welcome whispered images, graven melodies that surpass imagination... But nothing reachess the vortex and the wound of anxiety still bleeds.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
It goes far-off through that dark eternity of cosmos... Death-veiled scenery sleeping with vast uncomprehended splendour. I travel with my imagination-eye in these circles of realities... I haunt those strange constellations of the imprisoned fate, to break beyond. Yet, the reminiscent of an old dominion grieves in his contempt no longer... A sense of the much greater and invisible imposingness! A hand, patient to sweep its own amusement, stretching from the astral gate. ... A vision with no reflex ... The dream that possesses its dreamer. Our whence and our whither encycled beyond the abased common-sense.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Leaving the festered entrance where, without absence, I left my coagulated signature in swift movements... A wicked smile I gave to those who mischiefed such unholy forces ungladly and not in vain! Fiercly ablaze passion gave birth Death in bloom. It was born in silence and it dreams within crushed screams. From shallow bullets' emerged waste now returns against their tide!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026