Darkness With Tales to Tell
"I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasional titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong". - H.P. Lovercraft
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
The hunter, the dark one is craving your mind. Malicious, your dreaming is seen as a sign. Your breath is burning in a throat full of scream, no fear, you don't have to die in a dream. Twisted, distorted, out of proportions, eyes and the mouths are placed in random disorder. Acid smell, fear as its skin starts to gleam, you've taken the chance of dying in a dream. Scream, the chance of dying in a dream, Scream, scream, scream. Subdue to the metamorphosis of flesh, the pictures to make you eternally mad. Beyond your reality nothing is clear, waken the old ones and now they're here. Nothing is ever what it seems, open the gates for me now. The calling for powers, the falling of towers, abstract to the weak fragile human mind. Scream, the chance of dying in a dream, Scream, scream, scream.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
You've betrayed the men by your side, people with hopes and with longings. Hopes of an endless Utopia and now you see that a new plague is coming. A new plague is coming, now you see that a new plague is coming. Take a look at your burning lands, you convinced them that you've got the power. The death and destruction that came from your hands will grow 'till it reaches your own tower. It reaches your own tower, will grow 'till it reaches your own tower. A ruler is killing for pleasure in a land all to near. We all look upon a cursed kingdom, the dynasty of fear. Fleeing your homes and your cities that once to you was so dear. We all look upon a tragic kingdom, the dynasty of fear. The symphony of well-meant ideals working in laws of regressive progression. Enchanting the hearts and the souls of men, dictating their violent agression- Their violent agression, dictating their violent agression. A ruler is killing for pleasure in a land all to near. We all look upon a cursed kingdom, the dynasty of fear. Fleeing your homes and your cities that once to you was so dear. We all look upon a tragic kingdom, the dynasty of fear.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Standing at the crossroads, watching men in armour fighting. The fog is lying thick and the ground is shrouded in the dark. The battle for the throne increases as it's done forever, a dragon in disquise will send a knight to make its mark. Fly away on the dragon's mist and seek the heir of kings. I'll crave your first-born son in trade of one night of your dreams. Oh, give him the power, please bless him with the strength to pull Excalibur out of the stone. Still the battle roars in spite of finding of the king. In search for peace he puts his life into the mighty hands. Of knights who once refused to crown him as their rightful heir. At last they gather 'round the table, summoning the lands. Fly away on the dragon's mist and seek the heir of kings. I'll crave your first-born son in trade of one night of your dreams. Oh, give him the power, please bless him with the strength to pull Excalibur out of the stone. A dream to some, and a nightmare to others. The peace will come and Mordred will be born a bastard son. The wizard and his powers will predict the silent future. He holds the key to all success and forces it to the door. To understand the secrets of his whisperings and riddles they die and so the legend will live on forever more. Fly away on the dragon's mist and seek the heir of kings. I'll crave your first-born son in trade of one night of your dreams. Oh, give him the power, please bless him with the strength to pull Excalibur out of the stone.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
"The timegate remains closed..." Silence approach the many-coloured land, the domination is broken. Power is for the jester to grasp, believing the demon is choking. Chaos, rivalry, betrayal and despair, mad girl, the raven, enthroned as a ghost. Gathering golden Torcs and the "spear", the holy weapon of the shattered host. Free humans making blood-metal weapons, the deadly poison to the ancient foe. As the angel of the abyss plans with the jester the final show. A meta-concert to kill off the girl, conspiracy to take over the world. The lord of misrule burned by the blizz, created with fraught by the angel of the abyss. Rebellion! You Tanu brothers bonded by blood, the Battle-master survived the flood. And now you die! Hovering above the castle of glass, a mind-blasting fight for supremacy. The Battle-master revenging his loss, the king is victorious, triumphantly. "The only remains of the giant warrior, a blackened silver hand, all hail the king of the many-coloured land"
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 12, 2025
"The timegate reopens..." Subsuming the minds of the traitors made me crazy, insomnia's their way of paying back. My powers are lost, I'm calling the Grand Master, hiding in her shelter at Black Crag. The long lasting winter, the fall of Nodonn, adversary's coming, his breed on the run. Predicted in old tales, envisioned before, indications of the Nigtfall War. Searching the land for the Metallurgist, only he can built the time machine. The children of Abbaddon I protect now, hiding them within my mental screen. The long lasting winter, the fall of Nodonn, adversary's coming, his breed on the run. Predicted in old tales, envisioned before, indications of the Nigtfall War. Floating in trance in the quicksilver pool, the lion, the dragon, the eagle, the healers. Symbols of being reborn in the world of the living will shine on forth in pain The conquesting races in false harmony gathered on the ancient field of gold. I saw through their treachery, and I saw through their lies. Their minds are now ashes, their bodies are now cold The long lasting winter, the fall of Nodonn, adversary's coming, his breed on the run. Predicted in old tales, envisioned before, indications of the Nigtfall War. The war... "And now no one shall doubt my power, for I am the non-born king and only I rule the many-coloured land..."
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 12, 2025
A hundred lightyears away lies a hidden heart made up for a purpose, I can't tell. A bridge so insane it tears my soul apart, made up for a reason I can't tell. I can't remember my own name, I look around, am I insane? Eternity is lost and I am turning upside down, forever in the puzzle of my life. A path of crooked thorns leads my lonely way, disappears in a distance, I can't tell. A shadow in the dark makes me so afraid, whispering me a story, I can't tell. I can't remember my own name, I look around, am I insane? Eternity is lost and I am turning upside down, forever in the puzzle of my life. A path of crooked thorns leads my lonely way, disappears in a distance, I can't tell. A shadow in the dark makes me so afraid, whispering me a story, I can't tell. I can't remember my own name, I look around, am I insane? Eternity is lost and I am turning upside down, forever in the puzzle of my life.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I see no sense in what's going on, I sense no meaning, I see no light for us all. Cold chill in spine shows me no future, there's no safety around us, no protection, no wall. Blind ignorance through generations, it's hidden black on white, I turn to stare. There's a taste of blood in my mouth, it's sick when I breathe the air. I see no light in the ways that I choose, no matter how I twist and turn I lose. I see no light in the ways that I choose, no matter how I twist and turn I lose. I can't escape the numb feeling of perpetual deceiving dreams again. Problems too dark to touch and we're reaching critical mass, the end. I see no light in the ways that I choose, no matter how I twist and turn I lose. I see no light in the ways that I choose, no matter how I twist and turn I lose. Silence in governments shows the taste of fear. Our world is falling apart, it's in the atmosphere.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Sinners on their chance to strike, willing to let die. To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify. Crawling under lines of blame, in their hands they've got your fate. Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by laws we hate. Shout, let me hear you preaching, listen to your pathetic voice. Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice. Shout, let me hear you preaching, listen to your pathetic voice. Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice. Lost Souls! Holding on to an illusion based upon a tale. The ladder's leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale. Weak and helpless on our knees we're looking at the sky. Time will run, the blood will flow as life is passing by. Shout, let me hear you preaching, listen to your pathetic voice. Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice. Shout, let me hear you preaching, listen to your pathetic voice. Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice. Lost Souls! Truth won't be the same when one is born, there's no reason in the world but we are moving on. Cursed by the palm of God, bright hope blinded eyes, if everyone had a choice religion would fade at dawn. Lost Souls! One day we will understand there are no winners in this race. Caused by your religious thoughts we'll vanish without a trace. With one hand on the holy book you're reaching for a gun, put your hands together and praise the lord for what he has done. Shout, let me hear you preaching, listen to your pathetic voice. Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice. Shout, let me hear you preaching, listen to your pathetic voice. Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a choice. Truth won't be the same when one is born, there's no reason in the world but we are moving on. Cursed by the palm of God, bright hope blinded eyes, if everyone had a choice religion would fade at dawn. Lost Souls!
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Dawn of time, the first born am I, I will be the last one to die. Guardian of the earth, protector of the sea, to it all I hold the master key. I can tell the faith of mortal men, I can tell you how you die and when. When I'm looking deep into your mind I can see you're ignorant and blind. Dressed in all colours, called by all names, I disguise as water, earth or flames. I've shown you every dream, shown every nightmare even though you still don't seem to care. I can tell the faith of mortal men, I can tell you how you die and when. When I'm looking deep into your mind I can see you're ignorant and blind. I am the twilight shadow, I'll enlighten your darkest sins. When forever ends I'll stop the cause for living. I've seen the way to paradise and I know the road to hell, where you're going I for sure can tell. The end is closer, your maker you will meet, destruction of the earth has been complete. I can tell the faith of mortal men, I can tell you how you die and when. When I'm looking deep into your mind I can see you're ignorant and blind.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
In my room burns a single flame and night has come so nothing looks the same. Shadows on the floor, shadows on the wall, so alive, you can almost hear them call. I start to sleep but my eyes still see, I've taken the bait and now my mind has been set free. As the room starts to turn and figures start to twist, I'm drowning in blackness in the sea of mist. Stand very still, be very silent, shadows with tales to tell. Stand very still, be very silent, singing of heaven and hell. Lying, sleeping, dreaming neon white, angels and demons coming out of the light. Shadows on the floor whispering in my ear, telling me ancient truths of why we are here. Stand very still, be very silent, shadows with tales to tell. Stand very still, be very silent, singing of heaven and hell. The shadows are dancing tonight by the power of one single light. Visions show me places that can never be, terrible and beautiful, not for the eyes to see. Out of the twilight the silence is born but I awake and now my dream is gone. Stand very still, be very silent, darkness with tales to tell. Stand very still, be very silent, singing of heaven and hell. Stand very still, be very silent, shadows with tales to tell. Stand very still, be very silent, singing of heaven and hell.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025