The Black Realm Vigil
Vanquish, usurper in cauda venenum... ancient carver of flesh amidst speckled cloatth and biting mist long have we lingered in woe Henceforth shall I bear spirit and core of severed mountains and abysmal pits In se magna ruunt semper instans... Regno, regnabi, regnabo Wallow in offal decimate the yields unhatched eggs and fields left fallow... a bleak desolate mirage in the mind's eye of the dreamer
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Jun 22, 2026
Something in those woods... chimeral crossroads, beaten path of miasmic footprints swirling beyond... Akin the brume of blight that lit the cauldrons in which we simmer and boil.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Jun 22, 2026
Circle of phosphorous hail, serpent of fire pierced by infinite power allegiant to ill will and shields of stallwart battalions Moontide... eventide... ulterior unity to be maintained forever whilst man and a thousand Hells endure born and unborn, saluting their own ashes Who loves all with scattered limbs and kettledrums? Withdraw not, for it is but a companion whose voice roars as thunderstorms "Where is the Lightning to lick you with its tongue?" From forestallment to fruition trickled down from hallowed veins of blazing reigns
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Jun 22, 2026