Cold River
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 21, 2026
through the valleys rising fog steaming woods and moss standing on the mountain top like a summit cross you see a figure raise its claws like a bird of prey people must have pissed him off hes in a bad mood indeed! what is his concern? what is his name? shrubbery the warlock is mad again they leave their hideous waste around they crap in forest and stream bite the feeding hands of mother earth but they will run and scream! you say you have no time for this well,this time ignorance's no bliss! I'll turn your gold into rats and turn your shoes into beechnuts so that wild pigs come!
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 21, 2026
put your hands into mud my eager friends upheave! this moldy soil rub in your face eons to conceive with their heads in my hands soon reborn and bred pile them up, bone by bone an army of undead I see an ancient light I claim this burial site put your hands into mud my eager friends upheave! the moldy soil rub in your face eons to conceive with their heads in my hands soon reborn and bred pile them up, bone by bone an army of undead see them marching through the trees unearthed, henceforth released
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 21, 2026
a boat floats on the water floats towards the border tried by heavy weather borne by the winds of time
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 21, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 21, 2026
early one morning we awoke in the grass like stones we were scattered we could have been missiles we could have been a wall we were awoken like adams and eves like puppets on strings someday our remains will jingle in the wind schlufl: time stands still the world is gone a frozen ocean an extinct sun a cosy white light in the hall I might be there after all but i hear distant whispers call a left wing a right wing the shadow of a bird that flies/goes over our heads a giant budgie as big as the world
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 21, 2026
pin your head for me few hours that i have till dawn so much i have to see past the watchdogs past the bridge i stole myself away to be all ears and breath and dread the need to go astray the blackest hair, the darkest sky she embraces all pineal gland found in the pines a pale beauty's call ague brings the nightly dew lovers` oaths of yore lunacy is a clear path I'm knocking on her door. When to our souls we've given peace all our mourning then shall cease
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026
a bleeding heart a cold river like a stone, sinking like a fossile bone end of time - thinking takes forever with the mind we die with the skull we cry with your teeth - measuring your remaining time with my eyes - holding which was never mine in a jar - deeply we can foresee sweet madness the shadow of a burning tree with a face - glaring into the void what makes waiting always hoping we will die - always as in ever with our fate allways obscured
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 22, 2026