The Womb of Primordial Nature
There’s an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity And a chained, primordial nature unleashed From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire The empty starlight subliming the blind And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows Towards the womb of primordial nature The ardent souls roaming, towards the core Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising The nature’s strength and the firm touch of mortality Fading into the womb of primordial nature
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
The wounds are carved to the bones, the borders have faded The yesterdays are hailed with open arms Once lost, but now arisen is the strength of the old And the firm beast within, the ruins lie ahead No blood will be shed for the fallen, no seeds will evolve No bridges ahead, all burned and for nothing Where are the books that were written with that blood? Hidden inside and forgotten, betrayed by their nations The end of the nation, the cultural genocide Where the path leads beyond the redemption, through the bones to the dust The thirst of the nature’s darkest womb, a heritage of blood Horns of the certain end, howling for the endless flames to rage
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
The wisdom of the old, a fathomless void Prevailing the dogmas, hidden in the flames of alteration These beasts among the men, the wolves of the doom Caressing the prey, embracing the certain end The endless piles of ash, the stones gathered as one The streams of fire, casting the frames for tomorrow The utmost ageless wisdom, reborn through the flames The vast gloom of eternity, pyres of thousands rising A crimson sunset, turned to raging, harvesting darkness Ascent - The wolves of tomorrow Reborn - The wombs of primordial nature
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
A mark of the north, burned to the skin, scarred to the bone Men howling like the wolves, the beasts of the unlight It’s not salvation that draws near, but the burden of flesh The strength beyond the borders, the nations tied to nothing A grave of the broken spirits, the hollow shelters of hope The white daughters of wolves, dancing in the embers of mankind And like a thousand words of eternal hunger Or a thousand pages written with the blood of the traitors The death devouring beast now howls among the men The bones forever marked and the skin forever marked With a blaze of the deepest north, dwelling inside Internal flame’s raging, like the final pyres of mankind
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025