Perpétuelle Eclipse

“May I have this dance?” I whisper upon my shoulder In a garden of stones Under falling stars, The rain is falling, the coldness of soil I feel a thrill making me shivering As I see the reaper, hand open, inviting me Come take my grim hand, Join me for dancing In this realm of death Fog and wind, the rejects of Hell In a silent audience Waltzing among graves I hear the sound of drum around Lead by every beat of my heart Resonating loudly inside my head Under every foot step I perform Under the kiss of my scythe Every life ends, every end lives All the sad spirits are joining me In this last dance I see every candle lightening Anytime my coat brush Against a grave The red full moon assisting To the spectral ball Danse macabre Written in blood An imperial ballet The dust of time bringing the epitaph The last words of a mourning soul Ghosts of the night dwell in Darkness Sing loudly the funeral march Each corner of stone is cutting me As I’m waltzing in this graveyard And tear my soul away

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Weak, grim and cold The mountains all around me are crying Eternal snow, for frozen crowns The last rays of the dying sun, disappearing Up there on the highs, the wind of death blows The wolf pack is escorting the journey Howling loudly to the freezing full moon Dusk is my leading light When my time has come to die Bats embracing my soul When my time has come to die Here is in this place trapped by time Between old and forgotten castle walls Solitarily wandering among dust Surrounded by the whispers of antic souls I walk among hidden graveyards As a curtain falling on a final act There lay my legacy teared by mankind Cold, dark and silent in the majestic darkness I lose my empty gaze Over the landscape Waiting solemnly The blessing arrival I hear the breaking sound Very close but far The howls of the wolves, My loyal nocturnal servants When my time has come to die When my time has come to.. die Weak, grim and cold I stand behind the icing window But in the courtyard I see a black shadow Now trapped inside my hands

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Laments all around Are echoing strongly It seems they’re coming From between thickets I put my hand on a branch It’s breaking under my move Red blood is streaming from the wound While a dead tree is screaming of agony “Why are you hurting me? Don’t you think We have already enough suffering?” This dead choir’s singing harshly A painful grim requiem The trunk is shivering of terror The bark is brutally skinned These trees are alive, I see their human forms They are yelling of self-suffering Scorched by the sharpened claws of the Harpies Who are violating them eternally At most of their three arms Hanged(?) up high by a natural rope Their terrestrial bodies Slaughtered by their own mortal hand All are doomed eternally to suffer These are the self-murdered woods All dead are watching me While they are screaming Beasts are eating them up with avidity As I run away from this torment Giving pain to all these suicidal spirits Rivers of blood, broken members Symphony of wounds And light of predators These are the self-murdered woods

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Je suis tellement fatigué d’être ici Mettre tous les jours ce masque qui cache Mon addiction au chaos permanent J’ai creusé ma propre tombe pendant tant d’années Elle est désormais un abysse si profond Qu’on ne peut s’en arraché N’ayant pas trouvé d’échos rassurant Pour calmer mes angoisses J’ai choisi la médecine Comme dernier rempart à la folie Le sabotage de ma propre existence Venait de commencer À trop vouloir faire taire ces voix mortifères J’ai transformé le remède en poison insidieux Devenu la marionnette d’une mélancolie si forte Je reviens le jour une masse léthargique Puis le soir une bête folle Déchirant ses chairs avec intensité « La nuit a toujours été un moment particulier Étrange contraste entre la silence extérieur Et la tempère qui se déchaîne dans ma tête Ce manque de sommeil finit par me faire perdre la raison Médicaments et alcool comme seuls espoirs Pour quelques heures d’accalmie L’obscurité m’enveloppe comme un linceul rassurant » Il n’y a pas de retour en arrière possible Plus de remèdes assez forts pour m’apaiser Ces cicatrices me rappelleront toujours Les nuits où mes démons ont gagné Je n’ai plus aucun force, Cette lutte contre moi-même a fini par m’épuiser Et ma nostalgie devenue une éclipse perpétuelle Il est temps de réformer le chapitre de cette pathétique vie De m’abandonner à cette abîme que j’ai tante fantasmé Ces année d’isolement et de profonde neurasthénie Étouffant les quelques lumières Qui tentant de percer ces ténèbres

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

In the deepest forbidden darkness I dwell in silence in an endless slumber Watching the world decadence with attention Preparing my unholy cursed rebirth When the darkest stars will be aligned And every man will be falling in a deep sleep In your dreams I draw my impure energy By submitting to your mind nightmares and fears Until you shiver of anguish with self-hatred And finally scratch widely your skin Forbidden words from an unspoken tongue By impure minds I'm everywhere in the void, Everything but all your fears Follow my cavernous voice Leading you deep in madness Your pathetic spirit will collapse Between my sharp claws All places you see, around you, are the ones I've created There I remain in shadows for unique and unholy god Deed the disturbing invocation The walls of sleep Are falling down The thin line between Nightmares and reality Is trembling and cut By my only desire I spread the antic fears In your dreamful existence The ground is shaking Under each of my steps There's nowhere to hide From my great insanity I swallow your souls And tear your skin away I set myself free From my endless slumber

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

This place is loud of a deathlike silence The air is unbreathable and heavy Remains of a past life all around Books and pictures of last witnesses My eyes are gazing all around Looking for a shine in the dark I'm lost in this forgotten place Frozen in time with memories I step in this old room that I already saw Everything is familiar to my mind I remember, there, was standing something On the other hand, something else Marks of life Now buried and dead Left behind by mortal hands Stuck all around there Traces of past Remembrances of existence There are footprints in the dust... and they are mines...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025