A Smouldering Fire

Our ship ran aground on this strange foreign shore We barely had water, and food anymore Four went to hunt, only two to return Telling weird tales that made our nerves burn: Out in the woods, each two took one course And then blood-curdling screams and battle-noise rose Nothing was left of those adamantine men Their guns were all bent and the cutlasses torn They found no more traces than foul-smelling slime What creatures would leave - that sort of grime? We soon were to learn, when at night darkness fell They came over the cliffs - abhorrent creatures from hell! Not human, not kraken, but somehow inbetween With lust for our flesh, and quite battle-keen The fight went forever and losses were high Only three of us left, the end being nigh Now we made our retreat on the top of the cliff Besieged by those beasts and by our fate miffed! The last straw seems writing this notice to YOU But when the bottle is found I guess our end was long due

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Far up north there grows a tree It's splendour plain for you to see Behold, the branches carry Earth, universe and all - Greed is eating at its roots Breeding the impending fall The eagle high up in the crown In combat with the snake of earth The tree forebodes its death, we frown - Firewood, for ruin's hearth The end is near, the tree will fall Betrayed by every man and beast And meanwhile in a golden hall Hypocrites, liars thrive and feast But at last the all-cleansing war-fire rages Devouring man and gods alike Ignorants finally getting their wages Heads of the earth ending pierced on a spike Blood and poison, fire and ice Cleaning the slate can be oh so nice!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

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Pouring rain and howling wind The elements are raging The nightly storm is bending trees Only ravens are out soaring The villagers are deadly frightened Sitting by their fire Wincing every lightning's strike But think of the watchman on the spire! They say the undead walk the woods Dreaded by these common men Bodies from their graves returning Risen through secret arts - We're damned! They told me: "Master, the enemy walks Roaring like a lion, the hunter walks His fires burning to forge our demise" Could it be that all things are coming to an end? The sun sure seems to be setting on all of women born But in this last stand, who is to stand on either side? They are all but wooden figures, moves made by no cunning man Checkmate thanks to the power hungry, doomed Alas, a part of HIS sordid plan Look to your left to join the hunt And learn of long forgotten lore Take wisdom with you to your grave - Have no regrets Nevermore

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Ridden with a strange disease A reminder of the mists Which covered mountains Wastelands and seas alike And descended like An untearable shroud The fevered dreams it bred The pain and woes it summoned Dread, hysteria, madness Were unlike anything Known to man Were unlike anything The world has ever seen Yet no one died From that mysterious disease Even though many were longing For the final shiver And the very last breath To put an end to this Overarching obscurity But like a smouldering fire The scourge sprawled out Conquered the lands Possessed man everywhere Countless helpless attempts were made Still no cure could be found All of a sudden and without warning The plague came to an end Vanished as it had appeared But in their minds It still lingers on...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

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Ich fühlte mich wohl in meiner Höhle Abgeschottet vom Leben um mich herum Unfähig Gefühle zu empfangen Suchte ich nach einem Sinn in meinem Schicksal Gutgemeinte Ratschläge zerstoben wirkungslos Undurchdringlich der Schleier, der mich umgab Kämpfend mit meinen eigenen Dämonen Vergaß ich mein altes Leben Ungehört verhallt mein Schrei Wo bist du nun?- Mein Retter, Schöpfer, Heiler? Auf Knien flehe ich dich an Nur trügerisch die Stille, die ich fand Ein Hauch von Hoffnung umweht mein Gesicht Stück für Stück entrinne ich dem Sog Und nun endlich wird grau zu grün Ich krieche zurück ans Licht Ungehört verhallt mein Schrei Wo bist du nun?- Mein Retter, Schöpfer, Heiler? Auf Knien flehe ich dich an Nur trügerisch die Stille, die ich fand Von Geisterhand gezogen durchstreife ich den Tag Wohlbekannt der Geruch des Tals Ein leises Zittern... Erstarrt - Steh ich an deinem Abgrund Die Zeit scheint still zu stehen Der Duft der Blumen wirkt nur noch schal Unfähig einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen Zieht es mich hinab zu dir Gefühllos, jede Erinnerung an Euch verblaßt Ich starb schon gestern - Ein Brandsiegel in meiner Seele Ein letztes Mal umweht der Wind mein Haar

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

I dream you're in trouble So I lay down my gun Feeding on memories of those I loved Sending a portion of spirit and food To you, through the bright burning fire Knowing that we soon will share A silent smoke, makes life seem less dire You're walking through the clouds There's no need for a shroud Your hardship I'm trying to soothe I'm sending relief Not to feel all this grief By night, through the bright burning fire The answer is here Bird-call tells me, my dear That you got all I had sent to you And when my time has come To know I'll soon be gone I'll lay down my gun And watch the flames of the fire I'll be walking through the clouds There's no need for a shroud We'll meet again under those trees I'll still have my gun Sending deer on the run By night, in this forest-clad mire

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

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When the day breaks I'll be gone At dusk a mere memory You will wonder What lead me away But I will return Every once in a while When you travel within And remember The precious times That we shared The traces are now all washed away And blown by the wind The picture on your wall faded And the empty chair collects dust Sometimes you'll search the horizon Scan faces in a crowd For a familiar figure, a gesture Or a voice so well known But then you'll realize That I was just a sojourner Everything must come to an end And now I am away But I will return Every once in a while And put a smile on your face

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

The water got deeper Rapacious spray, a rapid stream And 300 feet from the bridge The farmer's horse stumbling He fell into the water, his friend, a butcher Couldn't hold on his horse Both went feeding the fish Powerless against nature's force A glazier and a dyer They offered to search for the lost Heaving themselves to the front Wading, swimming, withstanding the frost And when they arrived At the disaster's very place The moonlight was helping their eyes: In the dark they saw the butcher's face Embracing a tree, the lucky man Managed to vanquish the tide And only a few feet away A brave fighting horse that still hadn't died Step by step the three made it back on save ground Nobody'd expected they'd come back alive How could three stout men be carried by one mount? This story would be told in late summer nights When they finally entered the streets of their home town First thing they could see when they opened their eyes Was the body of the farmer lying on the ground In the flood he'd obviously lost his life How did he get back to the town? Who was the one to deliver him? There was only one being who knew With big black eyes, staring with a grim

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Went for a walk In a cloudy night Under a waning moon Followed a path unknown As I wandered erratically Across open plains into the woods Without an idea Where it would lead me to When I left my home Driven by an urge I couldn't explain When the first day broke I reached a lake Its dark, brooding water streaked by the wind First beams of sunlight Shone through the trees And thawed the nightly cold Out of my bones As I journeyed on And left the woods behind The scenery changed slowly Until a vast plain spread out before me A dusty, barren veld Sparsely covered In scrawny low scrub Everything silent apart from a whistling wind On the top of a mountain I watched another day rise How I got there How long it took me I didn't know Up on the plateau I overlooked The inscrutable desert below Was this my destination? Was this my fate from the beginning?

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025