From the Cradle to the Grave

Come on, climb up the top, you will see everything Look at the Sun - oh, there's no Sun already Then look at the sky... It's black Like an ink-spot over your head Do you see me over there now, Now I'm merging in the spot But hear my sweet voice, take my hand Rock into your dreams I'm coming to take you, I am your pander And you'll become like me, blackend on the landscape I'll take you down to the grave, it's over there You are my chosen... I've lowered for you a cradle Braid from dead lianas and withered flowers From the cradle to the grave It cannot rain all the time It cannot always be the day But it can always be the night Way down to your eternal bed Kept it for you, kept it for years Till blossoms fallen and lianas molder Set free your soul, it goes to me Don't think for nothing, my voice is leading you

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Grey, pale essence is falling to pieces in front of my eyes The majestic trees uncovering their bodies Stretching hands towards the merciless sky of dark Там във мрака гарвани черни Шеметно кръжаха в надгробен обред... /There in the dark are flying black crows Performing heady funeral ritual/ Spells uproar deadly silence Wind is dancing alone in the tangle of woods Withered flowers whisper my name, whisper my name... Молят за живот, плачат, не знаят Че във черно са толкоз красиви... /Praying for life, moaning but they don't know How beautiful they are in these black garments/ The Sun has just gone down the silent calm lake And the Dark called for the mournful Moon My heart is bound in melancholy forever lost in the wood Within the deserted gloomy soul of Fall

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

It is year in 681. The mist so thick had scattered away Hazy sunset enlightened majestic silhouette Dark - red shadow set people's soul on fire He was their trusted Leader His armour still flashing out the silver moonlight In the Night of the choice Picked up in his heart all courage and pain Of Protobulgarian warriors fallen Waving the powerful sword in his iron hand If you can hear and feel all this, Then you will see his sword stabbed in the mud And his roar splitting the ground "May this be Bulgaria! With its glory, may glory all the tribe, When it suffers, may we all suffer! Now's time to fight out our land And coming through thousands of battle Will end up in his great cause!"

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

There, amidst the sleeping mounts and misty woods Steep path was splitting ground Lost in dark there he was walking The man with chest of gold upon Bound into his own chains Dragging these heavy shackles And the wind sending his icy moans And there is no moon to light the way There's only dust and steely dusk His soul wrapped by Satan's might To carry this chest upon the hill and have it open Eternity brought along her servants, Pain and Suffer And there is the cover opened And all the Land was set in light Painful moan is reaching up the heaven At least the daylight comes to end forever Whose symbol is the Moon unwell And grieving Earth will fall in dark that never ends And you'll be judge and ruler, one and only lord The Lord of Future!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

That was the last night of the battle to death There among corpses and terrible moaning Samuil's standing at the abandoned and boundless field His black hair flowing, his head held up in proud Wrapped up by the dark, bent over his crown Lost down in his thoughts of dismal Distant shout in the dark woke up pains in his soul Torn out messenger, pale like the Death Was riding up his way bringing sad message along to him "They're coming back, my great master, All twelve regiments captured, crippled and blinded Each hundred off warriors handed by one-eyed mate To lead them the way" And the courage died frozen in his heart of stone Standing up, from the hill Samuil Saw the dungeon inside With strong hand and roaring voice Let this oath to pass with the wind "Oh! Mother of misery Your tears seeded on the ground To grow up and raise from dead The greatest Bulgarian sons" The forest was his eternal home The immortal sky was a shelter The wind was his closest ally The darkness, his guardian Angel

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

What are you keeping, Keeper of the cemetery? Tell me, blessed by the devil creatures And the gravedigger, who will be buried by... Who will be buried by? And the Woman who cries over the death of her son Who will mourn over her? And the gravedigger, who will be buried by... Who will be buried by? And his dreadful pains - which harvester will pick them in? You, black crow, how long you'll be cawing so ugly? Whose soul you want to take off more, If mine is not enough... What are you keeping, Keeper of the cemetery? Keep away Gaustine from Arl And the gravedigger, who will be buried by: Who will be buried by? And these tears of pain - which martyr will pour them? Where are you going, with this black cassock And this cross, on which you're resting, Who is it for, tell me who's for What are you keeping, Keeper of the cemetery? And the gravedigger, who will be buried by? Who's going to take away his soul, Which Moon is to shine for him? I'll bury him, I'll mourn for him, I'll throw the light upon his grave, And I'll take his soul

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

At the nightskirts of the of the Devil's ruled land Darkness' been here all along With his Spirit awakened by deadly silence Gazing eyes and awesome stare of ruins He was ruling over all cursed souls Beyond the darkness scorched wilderness Was giving souls as sacrifice of spirit From the depths of the Abyss Remorseless voice was booming through the hearts... I am your Well-doer! I am the Black Wizard and the Ruler of the Abyss My power hunts ahead like nearing Death There from the ground were slowly growing The Seeds of Evil From the depths of the Abyss remorseless voice Was booming through the hearts... I am your Well-doer! Hellfire outlines the silhouette of Pentagram And following our shadows, Doomed to Eternity we'll float along Infinity forever

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

В Градината На Черните Цветя (The Garden of Black Flowers - text is in Bulgarian) Ти виждал ли си как самотник, изгубен в мрака с надежда търси път в ноща Така се лутам аз осъден на вечен мрак и пустота. А чувал ли си дявола как страстно те зове, Протягайки ръка към твоята душа Така и аз протягам длани в копнеж по феята в съня Тя е ангелът в нощта със мрачна красота И аз съм пленникът от чара прикован... ... В градината на черните цветя. Тя е ангелът в нощта със мрачна красота И пламък не достига за малко светлина... ... В градината на черните цветя.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

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