Woodsmoke
Dying be the fire that keeps you warm But embers of the heart for the silver one May kindle again... Eat the distance from The place of ill memories
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
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Lead me beside the still waters Let me lie down in the green pastures Restore my soul And lead me in the path of righteousness For your name's sake
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
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An owl's cry echoes through the woods of old In the untamed wilds beasts stir And behold Dark, heavy clouds in horizon's arms tell of a storm A slowly waking tempest in the summer's warmth
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
An old king sits upon an oaken throne. His posture noble, regardless of the toll of times. Now weary, but once a mighty warrior. Strong by form, just by heart. He has sailed the Myriad seas. Fought the elements at the barren north. Life's misfortunes were just new challenges To experience and to learn from. In his reign there was no blame, Nor did he evade his duties. But to rule was never his passion, Though a task he had to honour. The old king sits upon an oaken throne. A grin still visible on his weathered face. When they come to carry him away To a rest well-deserved
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
The roots may be strong, But morrow yearns for seeds Planted in deep seasoned grounds Nourished by a gleam of determination Grown for sturdy scions And in time new roots for our heirs
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.