Krohm
Album • 2004
Soaring with eyes, where morning never comes. And the eternal black, melts with infernal suns. Creator of creators, rip me from this breathing shell. With the wisdom of origin, to wear your cosmic skin. With me I am my own, and in all I am within. I travel the astral depths, on the winds of expansion. I am of a race unbound, from this earthly grasp. I am the one who carries, the burden of endless sorrow.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
From a dream I made you, in that restless night From whence I crawled, into your sight Above the door, under your bed I am all things, that make you dead The lurking madness, of thoughts blood red An insect's nest, inside your head Remember me, when you feel joy The faintest love, I shall destroy Remember me, in every dream For I am you, not what you seem I am what makes, the flesh you feel There is no difference, in what is real
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
These eyes have wept, torrents of tears The sense of wonder, slowly sleeping away The love that embodied, this false serenity Was no more tragic, than my own illusion The call beyond the veil, from the orchards of limbs And gently violent spirals, where thoughts are born You possess the answer to it all! A soul on the wane, that is the price of life For I will come to you, ultimately alone
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025
From towers of sleep, down coiled steps I slowly descend, to my oneiric dungeons Knowing that I walk to meet my shadow And greet pure anguish, pure desecration I reach an alcove lit by a strange moon Where a familiar body lies on the ground What secrets have brought me here? (only the breathing trees can know ...) The crystal visions shatters into reflection of frozen blood As the knife in my hand, reveals the final moment (... in the forest, you will die ...) And the dead rejoice with glee For the night has bestowed their coldness in me!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
I rained down as a silent sound From abysmal skies that own my torment When the spoils of your return From the black center of buried agony I've arrived from the other side To see the world through dead eyes (fading in the grey light of desperation) I search for my human form Beyond vast, ungodly graves But the heart recedes further In the twilight of a foreboding dream A black mantle of nothingness Overtakes the last glimmer of hope As tragedy waits to unfold Like a demon on my shoulder My tales of pain and unsettled grief Shall be told in the howl of strong winds Like sordid uncertainty crawling The horns rise towards chaos and unrest
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
When emotions fade and silence turns to gray The cold caress of lunacy wipes the gleam away Awakening to the black wall a dream of grieving ghosts No memories or thoughts recapture what I've lost Here is no strength left but to leave this trance And step beyond this world Beyond this present time, as rust is the gold On the throne of the enslaver, Death is the life of my bleak existence
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
Along comes my hearse, marked with contempt. Silently about, its rotting descent. Fickle the flame, as chill it brings. Tired and weary, as the raven sings. My time has come, and bitter is the taste. My time it seems, is met with haste. So carry me softly, with your gentle sway. Back to the womb, in the earth I lay. Grieve me not, I have no remorse for I have arrived....
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025
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