Landscapes Speak
After these words the Mighty One turned into a crow and flied away, wind under his wings, leaving the young one alone. As he climbed down the mountain he thought what The Mighty One had said and suddenly his mind brightened when he remembered what he had read: "It has been said that The Stone is held in the temple of eloquence and the one who desires it would have to face the horrors of the maze of impertinence." These words as his guide he believed that he could find the one he seeks and after many weeks he was desperate and weak, but now he wondered what might be that terrible smell that all over reeks. He saw a great palace with pillars of marble standing there before his eyes but the smell told him that this building was the home of all the lies. He entered this unholy palace to find the one he was after. The place was filled with red gleaming light and suddenly he heard a voice that sounded like an infernal laughter. And forth came a demon that descended from the ceiling and evil glowed in its one terrible eye. It said: "You have come for the one that belongs to me and now has come your time to die!"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The winter has come and so has the snow and everywhere is so cold And the days are short and all the living things know that now is the time for a new king to come and show his almighty power. It was a dark night and the moon glittered on the top of the snow on the trees and the ground and it seemed that the nature itself waited for a new lord and just for respect it had silenced All animals were gathered and they traveled towards a holy place that has been known for centuries but no-one knew why it was this place where they were supposed to go Atlast the time came for the new king to show up and take over this old forest It started to thunder but there was no rain, and it feeled that the ground was about to fall and great was the exitement in the group when the winds started to take the form The wind grew stronger and the thunder started to roar and a dark figure rose over the folk of the forest and raised its hand to show its power in whole When the morning came and the first rays of the sun started to wake the forest not a sound was heard Nor there could be seen any of the animals that had inhabited it They have all been burned in the fire that had been set by the new king of this all and the ashes of their bodies show that the evil side of the nature will always be strong
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
CLEAN: The colours of the sky have darkened The hammer has been raised to set punishment upon the Horde the here dwells. No signs, no marks anymore, Nothing shall signify the abandoned ones. Landscapes shall speak for themselves, Draw the lines for knowledge not known by man. Along, side by side with the streams, when the time comes they won't even know. CLEAN: Long time has passed, Understanding lost has raised once again from its grave. Buried in the lies of fools. The truth didn't disappear, it was just forgotten under the dark cloudy sky of despair. The rain can at last be heard, in the guidance of the two ravens, in the words of an old bearded man, in the ancient marks carved in blood. It is in the hands of The oldest three to decide what it is to come.. The answers are never hidden from those who know where to begin the search. CLEAN: The rain can at last be heard in the guidance of the two ravens!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
They walk the endless way of eternity never realising the meaning of this great journey The beast they have beaten lives now in Their minds and casts disastrous thought that come to live in their hopeful dreams The moon leading their way they travel beneath the stars of fate knowing that this would never end The night has fallen all movement has ended the bowl of emptiness in the sound of the night Flapping outside Trying to get to the light it had left Staring eyes all around the fire DIE! WAR!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026