Morgion
Album • 2004
This track is instrumental.
Behold, I am your deliverance Look upon this nether steel Tearing away your soul, relentless I am the dark night you fear Seek your ruin before me, Upon this earth your blood shall stain A reckoning beyond all reason, Hear the cries of your brethren, lament A thousand score I did fell No spear did render, or axe did cut Your women shall carry my seed Forsake your children to the wheel Upon the frost shadowed earth, Lay the keep I shall homage Within I shall bury my riches To count for centuries here after Waiting and watching, Watching, watching and waiting Even after the last morrow I shall ponder In a madness of my own design, After this body is time, worn to dust, The nether blade is still mine forever
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
laying upon the ocean floor. broken, torn or compromised. the irony of the nether gift; now an eternity of dark despair. fathoms abound me everywhere. no need to breathe or eat, no need to sleep or see. in this lightless deep, below... upon that vessel, upon that tide. a library of thought kept in its belly. i would sacrifice my very soul just to read one page, one word. the nether bound with me, transgressing the passage of time. sitting, pondering...knowing that i'm doomed. hundreds of volumes of text. pictures, words, learning. my love, my art, my knowledge...covered by the arms of the sea.
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 10, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Here, they shall gather Among its bows and hither In the spring or summer sun, Bright are the voices they carry Deep in the earth, its roots doth run How long has it been, how long shall it be? Vast does its reach extend Season after season been His feet no longer travel, His mind now steps his bounds The forest now his flesh, His bones to the earth in dust Nothing, nothing but time to keep him restless Slowly, slowly aware of his suffering
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Here they lay within our arms Caressing this darkest purge Honing the darkness pure, Bleeding the nether free [Under an earthen stone She of cloak and crown] She of blackened steel Blessed be unto her Her soul, the naked blade The color of darkest lochs Her temperance, the hilt Forged from silver winters [Time is but a breath, Age thus comes and goes] A pitiful mortal coil You and yours, mortal man Embrace her immortality, The nether three, nocturne sisters They are the sentient circle, The meeting point to the end
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Dark am I, and dark are we Entwined, like the sun and moon Form and function She, the raven watched, For I am the nether claimed Deep, in slumbering feud Mastering the dream
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
I am the summer sun, the winter moon I am the forest green, the desert sand I am the ocean's depth, the azure sky I am the element to dream Come forth my shadow, beseech me, child In the deepest delve, shaping the nether rune
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
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