Songs of Regression
Gathered under a thousand stars, offerings are given to the marshlands Tribal chants, discordant songs, echo through the hillside on the breeze Like the silent forests, time stands dormant as a mountain. And the weakling dawn light is swallowed in the stillness of the morning Entwined upon my iron stained skin, the beasts of the wildwood play. Dancing in the endless hunt And from the clouds comes a call beyond the endless god of the sky, where dawn awakens to cries on thе wind Ritual of bone and soil, embers slowly risе. illuminating sacred kin, with hollow eyes and pale skin With Eyes of wolf and wings of carrion born We before the dawn, await your final call Beneath the great hall of the sky we all shall live and we all shall die White raven, witness the sun wheels descent, as old oaks shed their leaves.The marshlands, fall silent in the dark And through the swirling mists we gather at the coastline And look towards the horizon...
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
I am mountains, I am stone and river, I am clay and I am fire I am death destroyer, I am life, birth giver Gathered at the lake, to places of reflection To stare upon the other world, to look into their eyes The gateways are still water, sacrifice must be given to life Our lifeblood spills into the black marsh waters Like the great serpent it sleeps before we awaken The old and weathered rock, a place where gods once stood They left their sign for us, their heritage in our blood The path of the true kin its journey unending The serpent, the great old one, the will of the stone The spiral, the cycle, the path of the chosen Under the mountain and under the sky When skies are black you feed the land You pierce the sky with your spear and make it bleed White flame flashes through the clouds Under your deafening battlecry that fills our hearts with pride I am the watcher, the hunted, the seer The wisdom of ages, the will of the land I am the warrior, the hunter, the spear The stalker in grey mist, the ending of man
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Awaken in sunlight's gaze, cold breath of morning brings new life Through ages past all have fallen as I will fall Through the dawn I grow strong absorbing light to nourish the one Through wind and rain I will remain true in spirit As summer burns we darken the earth Hiding the hunter and protecting the prey Autumn approaches and I now know time is a heartless mistress Weakening in the dying embers of the passing sun Old man winter creeps ever onward this first day My time has come, I drift to damp earth, there to rot to soil, and start the rebirth The blood in my veins is not my blood it is your blood It is the blood of a thousand ages past, it is heritage, it is knowledge Share it only with those who know the path Asleep in the belly of the wolf Adrift in an ocean of black stars The red ochre stains my skin absorbing wisdom from within The great horns, beast like, as twisted as yew, erupt from old wounds They grow as wisdom grows and tell the fate of the whole world
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Come the one he who breathes life, and whispers death He who shatters the silent sky And splits the bones of the earth Passionless and cold, unknowing and endless In a dream I came to you, granted visions of a time yet to come Cities burning, and the wailing of children, the ages of man are left in ruin in the final conflagration I am bound as are others who walk in silence to he who bore the distant horizon Circle of thе ages Circle of the ashеs Until time becomes a memory The hunters eye stares out from unending night Lidless, unshaken Crushing your unworthy spirit with the unbearable weight of his will Those who stray from the path should walk in eternal shame, towards the oak There you will be hung, without pity, by those who have honour, by those without mercy
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Life giver, our solar father, ever burning god Witness to countless lives, eternally Emperor of the sky We worship you for all time Your golden rays shape our thought, bring us comfort with the dawn The ages of man are left in ruin in the final conflagration We raise our shrines to you, kill in your name Fall to our knees in awe at your majesty Civilisations fall and slowly we forget you But we remain, dependants all, our master (we who bore the stars) Life evolves we turn away from you but silently you watch We move on, our appetite consumes, deeper into darkness The day will come when you'll rise again and we will all… Look to the skies Earth will turn to clay, clay will turn to ash, ash will turn to dust A day will come when even you will die and turn ever black Destroyer of worlds, eater of light, eternally….. you are dead
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Battalions gather in the black dawn skies Their weapons are storm and lightning strike A calm before the storm A distant overture, thunder from the north The great one will forever look on, with cold indifference He knows the cycle, he has see it many times before Unleash the tidal battery Storm-front advance! The spearhead is deadening lands At the word, ride the winds And destroy all before us As chaos takes hold Lightning strikes burn the earth Maelstrom unleashed The deafening cries of war in the sky Mountains of ash appear on horizons And the cold cracks the stones Fire and ice united in pact Under the black skies now bleeding A stillness returns to the world A stillness A silence Under the black skies now bleeding Hiding the wounds of the Earth Silence returns Awaiting the signs of rebirth
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
I stood alone upon the highest mountain Far above me the blood red storm clouds choked the sky I watched the light die I saw the ravens fly I wept for mankind I am the end times Once all the stars in the sky were bright Now they're dead and fading Warmth from the sun lit the fire in my heart Now I lay in the shadows hiding my eyes Beyond the edge of the world the serpent lays, swallowing his tail in circle of creation Out amongst the waves we hear his songs. At war with the sky Kneel at the foot of the oak Prostrate before the gates of dawn Chanting sacred lore Of knowledge unbound Those of the old blood are bound Speakers of the true ways Warriors heathen born Take your spear and pierce the sky Rain to wash seed to soil Soil to mix with blood and bone Blood and bone to feed the serpent Your body is the rock, the mountains Your breath is the mist, swirling over oceans wide The oceans are your tears, weeping for the kin less The winds are your mournful voice telling tales so old
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026