Maze of Thousand Ways
Fields of sin gardens of evil roads of depravity mountains of blasphemy pits of anguish rivers of blood valleys of murder caverns of damnation forest of horror trails of fear tunnel of unlight swamp of gluttony lakes of sufferings seas of death bridge to the abyss cathedral of no -mercy Enter the hall of dementia my heart is a nation
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
Somewhere in the labyrinth of misery seeking hands to get free running through roads of temptation into the corrupted lands of deception into the falling cities of nihil the gates of shame that keeps the master's house is shining under the moon citizens remain all silent somewhere in my lost body, slave of my flesh-unit into the costume... living the character I belong to the lost race I need a fix of pride give me a weapon to escape my ignorance maze of thousand ways never ending circle of systematic failure under a dark sun, world's depression
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
Awaken by the winds of warning as it been told in the legends of the past we own the north together united until the world ends we come from the first of men we hear the sign of the wolf we gather to our tree hope for long summer ... of war... We come from the last battle raising the flag of grey we move south to save honour ...of the king of winterfell The blizzard king ''seven families locked in the battle for the iron throne your sons and daughters will avenge your death so is the way, the nordic way'' stormy winds of revelation telling stories of a winter to come Stark! -winter is coming watch for traitor - vision the future for all that we've saw who is the law? calling us betrayers so is the kingslayer
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
Immortality lies in the dark envisioned destiny still ancient tongue we speak darken lifeform rise from the ashes forbid eternally Undivinity transcend, graceful is your stench we're bound to your every words and chained to your beliefs Ceremonial oath - deadly words are spoken this is the triumph of mortality pungent odour of putrifying devoters ships of hatred sailing the bloodoceans ancient tongue we speaks elder words we scream hordes of ancestral traditions summoning the splendour of obscurity
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Thularis: ''I now understand what is going on I've got an army of five thousand men where is that book you're talking about I will hear the task myself'' Hyldeon: ''Well my friend it's harder than it seems the book is well hidden in the temple of Darünh high in the mountains of deadsun ten thousand miles from here we must stand together for victory'' Thularis: ''Anything I would do to bring back the earth the way it was'' Golemgorth: '' I don't even know how it was before what I know is the death of the blacklord to unchain the mitgons ...forever'' Pages of forbidden incantations words to remake words to recreate the world the it was union of men and mitgons a simple army of two hostile races Hyldeon: ''Be patient my friend, it's only a matter of time we must make a plan, we will bring it back'' The book of Isha, formulas of a forgotten magic The book of Isha, four elements, unspoken language Thularians and mitgons now united with swords, grotesque axes nd their raging hearts they're walking days and weeks to the mountain of the deadsun Hyldeon: ''Follow me, I will lead you to the temple but beware of the greyspirits, they are controlled by him'' then storms of terror suddently rises the power of azagath is supreme on the mountain of deadsun... where the sun used to shine one day mens and mitgon had been killed but the quest still continues the temple of Darunh is getting closer ignoring the obviousness of a four-element spell earth! ... air! ... water! ... fire! greyspirits are falling, the union is too strong in numbers reaching the temple, face to face with the main lord
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
Trumpets of battle, trumpets of war marching forward to the great temple of darunh greyspirits are slowly falling down thularians are strong mighty fighter the sky is darker than it ever been this is the era of thousand prophecies storm-thunder-lightning and frozenwinds it's the epoch of unblessed tragedies at the gates in front of temple the mage of chaos is casting more and more to re-enforce then thularis opens the door the final fight all he saw was an orb of light, a menacing sphere as he grab his sword, a lightning struck his hand off but he could see the book on a table the sky is darker than it ever been this is the time to crush the enemy storm-thunder-lightning and frozenwinds it's the epoch of unblessed tragedies Trumpets of battle -battle! trumpets of war -war! fight! at the gates in front of the temple the mage of chaos is casting more and more to re-enforce Thularis: ''I need your help, Golemgorth'' as the mitgon king struck the mage with an axe Golemgorth took the book in his hand while azagath was still alive but could not read simple word hyldeon knows how to read this earth! air! water! fire! then azagath simply disappear greyspirits left without master the ghost of hyldeon was only a dream... THE END
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Where is your promised light for all those who worship, are enslave and divided. The son of god. L'héritier du mal You broke the spirit of man To now be driven by non sense Left to agonize in this bucketful of human meat the abyss empty as yourself It's so easy to use weakness to breed a new legacy based on fraud In front of volcano seem so tiny and innofensive When the beast rise Everything turns into blood red darkness L'héritier du mal celui qui porte la malédiction The curse from below celui qui détermine la souffrance Rising (of the beast) Grace anihilated No traces of beauty left The beast is back
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025