At the Sight of the Apocalypse Dragon

Ensam i nattens timma jag är Försvagad av sorgen som inom mig tär Oviss jag fruktar, allt inom mig svider Tvivlar att någon kan se hur jag lider I mörkrets vagga, jag stillat mig till ro Där ljuset ej finns, med sin förödande klo Försöker att hela mitt sargade sår Men sorgen först dör då hjärtat ej slår Plågad av sorgen, tung som jag bär Trånar efter mitt förgäves begär Hopplöst jag söker mig en väg att finna Förstår då klart att jag måste försvinna Ensam i nattens timma jag är Oviss jag plågas, gråter och svär Bländad av ljuset det falska, det svaga Önskar svunnen tid åter till taga Söker svaret på livets prooblem Inser dock att tiden är för sen Förbannar att livet har varit mig givet Försvagad av såret, sargat och rivet Ensam i nattens timma jag är Så livets röda lina jag skär Blodet jag offrar för en lösning att finna Förstår då klart att jag måste försvinna

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Like to the falling of a star Or as the flights of eagles are Or like the fresh springs gaudy hue Or silver drops of morning dew Like a mind that chafes the flood Or bubbles which on water stood Even such is man, whos borrowed light Is raped from life and paid to night The mind blows out, the bubbles dies The spring entombed in autumn lies The dew dries up, the star is shot The light is past and man forgot All things to end are made... No age, nor grief or sickness must Marry my body to the dust And think not much of my delay Towards the end, I´m on my way... Each minute is a short degree And every hour a step towards thee Glow or fast my marches may be I shall at last, bow down by thee All things to end are made...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

The moon's constant mistress And the lonely owl my marrow The flaming brake and the nightcrow Make me to my sorrow The moon embrace her shepherd And the queen of death her slaves While the first does born The star does morn... With an host of furious fancies Where of I am commander With a burning spear And a horse of air I know more then mortals, For oft when then lie sleeping I see the stars at mortal wars In the star lit cosmic weeping By a spell of darkest might I summoned am to battle Morn and eve,day and night To slan the christain cattle

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Dark angel with thine aching lust to rid the world of existence Malicious angel do what you must burn and kill all worlds resistance Because of thee no thougt, no thing can possibly breathe in the lights embrace Dark angel ever on the wing riding with such beauty grace When darkness greets, then changes you... Your silvery to a sultry fire. Nor will thine blackest heart allow, delight intortured by desire. Through thee the ones who seeks shall learn and in the end be payed what they earn... Dark angel with thine arching lust malicious angel do what you must Because of thee, the law of dreams becomes a gathering place for fears Unlit tormented slumber seems one vehemence of useless tears When sunlight glows upon the flowers or ripples down the dancing sun Thou, with thie trows of darkest powers takes my life, sets me free Within the breath of autumn woods, within the winter silences Thy venomous spirit stirs and broods, o master of impieties... The ardour of red flame is thine and thine the steely soul of ice Dark angel with thine aching lust, malicious angel do what you must Thou art the whisper in the gloom the hinting tone, the haunting laugh The breathing darkness inside me o, may your will forever be The second death that never dies that can not die when time is dew Live death, where in the lost soul cries Eternally uncomforted Dark angel with thine aching lust, malicious angel then prepares... Make all chance to drifting dust, with thine eternity of cares.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Care charmer sleep, son of the sable night Brother to death in silent darkness born Free from life, free from light With dark forgetting of my care return Let the day be time enough to morn... Let making eyes suffice to mail their scorn Cease - dreams, the images of day - desires To model foort the passions of the morrow Never let rising sun fool you liars Sleep, sleep...deny tomorrow Still let me sleep, son of the sable night Brother to death, in silent darkness born Free from life, free from light With dark forgetting of my care return Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain And never make to feel the days disdain...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

She comes, She comes darkest queen behold Of night primeval and of chaos old In fear of her grace, all living decay... Feeds her hunger, fades away... Her omnipotence eternally sustain The stars fade off the ethereal plain By her beuty approach and secret might All goes out, and all is night Philosophy that was before Falls to dust and is no more No public flame, no light dares shine No human spark, no glimpse divine She comes, She comes darkest queen behold Of night primeval and of chaos old... In fear of her grace, all living decay Feeds her hunger, fades away Behold thine mighty empire, Darkness is restored Light dies before thine uttering word Thy hand dark mistress, lets the curtain fall And universal darkness, burn us all... Then star nor sun shall waken Nor any change of night No sound of waters shaken Nor any sound of sight No wintry leaves nor vernal No days nor things diurnal Only primeval night eternal

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

I mörker jag stirrar med ont bråd i blick Förbannar världen och livet jag fick Då ljuset mig plågat, försvagat och bränt Jag önskar att livet mitt aldrig har hänt I mörker jag fann den styrka jag sökt Bländad av visdom och skönhet utsökt I skydd under mörkrets eviga fana Döden till sällskap har blivit min vana Aldrig mer fallen - under ljusets hand Aldrig mer fallen - farväl till livets band Aldrig mer fallen - under lögnens ord Aldrig mer fallen - farväl Moder Jord Min tillflykt jag fann i dödens borg Befriad från ljuset och livets sorg Kedjad till dess grund, förslavad jag är Med stolthet och styrka dess kedjor jag bär I mörkret jag fann den styrka jag sökt Bländad av visdom och skönhet utsökt I skydd under mörkrets eviga fana Döden till sällskap har blivit min vana Aldrig mer fallen...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

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Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025