Mourning in the Winter Solstice
Within the misty late year's forest In times when slouds and trees stand empty Nine thousand wolves are gathered in the snow To raise a long and greyish howl. Ebony black the earth went into the night Re-awoken, covered now in silver white Softly veiled by sparking moisture Out of the wolves' throats up to the sky. Lap of sunrise sweated by birth pains its child - a cold red fireball Sharp silhouettes of old and tired eyes Their cradle stuffed with leaves and fog. Impossible to march the shortest way today Come forth tied up all in wolves' breath Early, therefore, the evening approaches It is the time of Winter Solstice.
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 21, 2026
Unlock the gates to hell With the cube of tears Souls of damnation Lust for your flesh Pleasure and pain Together as one Exceed the limits of imagination Hooks impaling your flesh You lie dismembered Mangled organs rot Drowning in your blood Skin gets torn away Stretched past its boundaries Eternal sacrifice Suffer in the pits Infernal recomposition From blood of the living Vile suppuration Sickening vision Spinal formation Sick desecration LImbs re-attaching A deathly revenge Final incarnation Swinging the hammer Enter cenobites Taking what is theirs Tearing off your flesh Now you shall suffer
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 21, 2026
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