Malevolent Keep of the Sorcerer
Exiled by the Archmage For seeking dark knowledge Forbidden power lost to time Decreed to dangerous to unleash Cast out for traveling to hidden ancient sorces Of knowledge Elder magick Spells, incantations Artifacts and tomes Enchantments and potions Still left in dark ancient places Forbidden by circle of mages Wandering lost ancient realm Cast from his home Sorcerer seeks keep of old A myth from dusty tome Through snowy mountain pass Into enchanted wood Following ancient map Peering through the mist On mountain cliff up ahead A crumbling keep appears Winding path leads up the cliff Spire rises from the ruin New seat of power Throne of ancient knowledge A study for his dark work Dusty shelves and rotting tomes Enchanting table with dark runes Thorne of forgotten olden mage Sorcerer claims his new lair Olden lore to master Knowledge once forbidden His mission to discover and unleash His mind consumed by his quest In isolation studying Into dusty book and olden maps Sorcerer finds objects of power Dream of revenge growing near Quest to unleash olden magicks Consuming his soul Artifacts to obtain To unleash elder chaos gods Riding forth from crumbling keep Mind only focused on his goal
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
Riding forth from crumbling keep Sorcerer seeks his prize Lore book of ancient power Hidden far and long lost Through hidden valley pass Crossing mystic river Riding beyond the realm of man Following faded olden map Up ahead he sees Ruins lost and old Ancient elven palace Deep within, the tome Splendor long forgot Culture lost to time People now erased Mystic elven magic Treasures lost, forgotten Items of great power He passes them by, one thing on his mind Deep in palace depths Hidden ritual chamber Magick wards sealed off Hidden from the world The tome that caused The fall of the elves Reckless with its power Dark chaos gods Brought them to ruin Sorcerer breaks the wards Opening long sealed room On a pedestal in the center Wrapped in enchanted chains Spell tome of ancient incantations Its dark power now his Breaking the lock with a master spell Sorcerer feels its pages come to life Pulsing with energy in his hands Eager to study its depths He smiles as he dreams of revenge One step closer to reaching his goal Leaving the majesty behind Forgotten beauty of elven lore Culture wiped out by magicks Beyond their control Mounting his horse Riding back to study Returning to crumbling keep Artifact in his hand His plot moving forward Revenge is at hand
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
Dark forest path Forgotten and lost Overgrown with sorrow Dark enchanted wood Keeper of secrets Tragic days of old Sorcerer walks the path so bleak Searching for its secret Knowledge of the weeping wood Winding path to forest heart His mind wracked with despair Terror sets in The trees are watching him Forest spirit claws at his mind Visage of sorrow grows stronger How long can he last? Deeper and deeper Rising anguish Heart of the wood draws near Finally, a clearing up ahead Guardians, magick being of fear Resolute, sorcerer casts his spell Banishing the guardian spirits Heart of the wood now claimed Orb, pulsing with despair Taken, sorcerer claims his prize Fading, his mind is free again Magick, of weeping wood now his Returning the crumbling keep New prize to study Unlocking dark ancient secrets Magick of old Power of despair and fear Now under his control Secret of weeping wood Once lost and forbidden Magick of bleakness Mastered by the sorcerer Added to trove of knowledge Kept secret in crumbling keep
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
Riding forth again One last artifact Closer to revenge Wrath to be unleashed Over the frozen plains Journey through the snow Ruins of the north Lost empire reigned Climbing glacier stair Spirits frozen in time Wraiths of spellbound fury Protecting the shrine Windswept stair of old Climbing ever higher Closer to his prize Atop the glacier peak Shrine cloaked in ice Guarding ancient lore Within frozen ancient hall Grimoires, tomes, scrolls of old Arcane mystic trove Sorcerer’s final prize Writings from an olden era Rituals to chaos gods Elder magick long forgot Locked away by wiser men Now it all comes together Master plan of revenge Riding, returning to his keep Oath of retribution he has to keep Plan to summon ancient ones Elder chaos gods In command of mystic spells Summoner of dark power Artifacts from hidden troves Knowledge kept forbidden Ancient chaos gods Their hunger will be his
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
Far above in crumbling keep Sorcerer plots away Studying tomes and scrolls of old Knowledge forgotten to time Hidden fortress in desolate wilds Library of the arcane Grimoire of spells Ancient and mystic He unlocks the secrets of old Dark gods of ancient chaos Beyond the memory of time Their secret magicks Powers of old Unleashed now upon this realm Sorcerer conjures arcane beasts Creatures of chaos and doom Olden magicks now brought forth Powers of chaos unleashed Deep within hidden keep Ancient altar of darkness Grimoire open to ultimate spells Magick of lost chaos gods Magick breathes life into skeletal fingers Raising a new army Swirling vortex of magickal might Power beyond his wildest dreams Dark ones reborn Lost spells performed Power of old Brought forth one more Dark gods don’t share Power is theirs What has he done? His will overwhelmed Awoken from slumber Filled with a dark hunger Sorcerer is first A drop in their thirst Now free from their prison Dark army has risen Keep of brooding doom Forgotten on purpose Warning lost to time Ancients warned of summoning Elder chaos gods Now unleashed Dark chaos magicks Sorcerer forfeit his soul Questing for power he reached far beyond Seeking knowledge forbidden He could not tame The dark ones of old Legions brought forth to destroy Pure evil form Brought forth once more His rage hunger storm Soul harvester of lore Chaos legions from dark ancient realm Sealed before dawn of time Now unleashed by foolish sorcerer Aeons of hunger to sate Crumbling keep, now fortress of evil Bastion of darkness and fear Elder ones march for the doom of this world
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026
Infernal desolation; the state of my domain Extending past the landscape for as far as I can see You hear my name and tremble As my presence shadows overhead Submit to my malice The blood will flow in streams of red Hate Wrath ignites Becoming the war I wage against the light Forty legions of destruction Rape the light of Christ Fallen spirits decimated Left to die amongst the flames Whispers devoured in silence Nothing shall remain We will avenge them; tortured souls failed by the empty words of God Children starving, dressed in rags imploring for thy kingdom come Inverted is the cross; upon its limbs his impaled flesh will rot Sever his forked tongue and watch the wasteland torched ablaze Upon my alpine towers I rejoice in their demise You can't escape the shadow of my ever-watching eyes Building strongholds to endure And painted on the walls The symbol of the warlord; to rule when Heaven Falls
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 05, 2026