Wielding the Scythe

When heaven cries During these dark hours of the night I gaze into the sky and its beings But the stars of heaven are so pale Due to the cloud that closes heavens eyes The witnesses of the ancients What great secrets they bear Will I ever be able to reveal Their knowledge and wisdom I gaze into the sky once more But the stars no longer bring forth their light Due to the great black cloud That makes heaven cry forever more As the stars have lost their lustre I realize there`s no purity in light While my heart is turning black In this realm of mourning fields When heaven cries in these dark and doleful But still so beautiful wastelands of grief No light reflects in these endless creeks I gaze into the sky once more But the stars no longer bring forth their light Due to the great black cloud That makes heaven cry forever more When heaven cries in these dark and doleful But still so beautiful wastelands of solitude I feel so pure, so wet, so cold... Pure fucking darkness

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

A fiendish wind swept across The landscapes of my mind All emotions slain No feelings for life remain Towards infinity I walk carrying the keys To Inferno and afterlife at hand When moonrise is upon me My attempts to pass seem to fail Visions of the inverted Elysium flashing by Towards infinity I walk carrying the keys To Inferno and afterlife at hand Silent, shapeless Untouchable for human lies Dry-iced, limbonized Are you trying to tell me there's another way to paradise? Soul turning black burning death yearning death yearning death Silent, shapeless Invisible to human eyes Humanized, paralyzed Are you trying to show me a rousing sight of paradise? I try to reach the end of the tunnel But something, someone's holding me back With a lingering grasp Around my neck I bear the sinful burden

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

In the depths of an abandoned soul A cold throat in search of oxygen Her pale body lost in surreal movements And shivering hands reaching for reality The echo of her thoughts never made it outside These chambers of corroded anxiety No one will ever comprehend Why some of us were left behind and broken down Wishing for another place that holds another day As fear saturates my eyes A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies I sigh The distant warmth of a weakened heart Resists against the chains that tear her chest apart Her shoulders seem relaxed in spite of the pain Calm and waiting for a world which will never be the same Her life written on the walls in chalk and coal Words that tell of her last dance with sanity There's acid on the scriptures of her mind What have they done to her...what has she become? Wishing for another place that holds another day As fear saturates my eyes A clergy of corrupted saints feeding me with lies I sigh Waiting for another world that holds another chance The sun sets before my eyes Though their shadow's binding me I find some kind of light Inside

Entombed in stone, disgusted by light Of our lives once so bright Silently I screamed, patiently I longed For my afterlife to come To this domain I'm reborn From aeons that once were silent yet they screamed to lead us there In triumphal wrath and fury I conquered infinity Pantheons of decay With gates built of lifes Nauseating lifes Tremendous obscurity Moonlight in chaos shone Far beyond life's light I wander In a desert of divinity In this chaos I'm searching searching for death everlasting Pantheons of decay With gates built of lifes Nauseating lifes Tremendous obscurity As moonlight in chaos shone My life passed before my eyelids closed

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

As the sun becomes crimson in colour She slowly dies beyond the horizon And the land of the forlorn has once again Become a victim of darkness and solitude Here in these vast fields of the wasteland An ancient tower face the starlit sky A symbol an epoch now forgotten Once inside this monument of emptiness... ...A shadow dark and mystic in his shape Swept over the moisty walls in silence Once a chamberlain who were the possessor Of this and of many great sorrows Approached some candles and made them burn The chamberlain observed the dismal light And while he stared into the very same The fire reflected in his mourning eyes Tired of his deprorable life He kept asking himself why Still the mystery of his fate Remained unknown to himself When the statue of his life flame ceased to burn The grief finally took the advantage During those crucial circumstances His life slowly faded away into emptiness In the land of the forlorn His spirit is cursed to dwell For many ages to come In the land of the forlorn His soul is cursed to dwell For many sleepless nights

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 16, 2025

Dead seed is planted in the black soil of my heart By death I'll be awaken, behold this repulsive art Life has been rejected as if taken a step out of time I find rejoice through suicide, I kiss this life good-bye The gate is revealed to the second awakening I know death a true friend of mine I am through, reborn but dead Entering a life of another kind Dead seed is planted in the black soil of my heart By death I'll be awaken, behold this repulsive art Life has been rejected as if taken a step out of time I find rejoice through suicide, I kiss this life good-bye The gate is revealed to the second awakening Shining steel through fragile veins Exiled from sordid flesh The gate is revealed to the second awakening I know death a true friend of mine I am through, reborn but dead Entering a life of another kind

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

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Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 16, 2025

Come forth to me you spinecrushing storm Consume, enchant, possess me Mistress of Death, demonic ruler of souls Enslave me Godless and with abominable splendour She's thirsting and bleeding at dusk An enigmatic demoness in mortal disguise Unearthly living, exalted existance In her veins runs the blood of uttermost blackness With a taste bitter as death In her veins runs the blood of uttermost blackness With passion she bleeds 666 She takes us into realms of ecstacy I'm drinking her poisoned blood, astral fluid so cold My emotions are more intense than ever before We are drawn towards the light of a new day As our desires unite for the last time In the mist of the dawn she's leaving me crying, begging... Hell-realm majesty hear my calls Filthy devil-queen by moonlight born Astoreth, dreamlike possessor of mine Sinfull demoness behold my anguish Majesty set over ghouls, demonic ruler of souls Give to me your blood, let me drink the venomous wine of sin In her veins runs the blood of uttermost blackness With a taste bitter as death In her veins runs the blood of uttermost blackness With passion she bleeds Her emerald eyes tear my sanity and give birth to my pain Frozen in mind, spirit and flesh, deserted by life itself I perish I'm dissolving my soul

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025