Foundations of Burden

Without light The dark encloses all Our works would be but ash No knowledge of the time that crushes love to dust Or the life that's frozen deep within our veins Without dark The light burns out our eyes And turns each of us to ash Our hearts, too hard to ever learn to feel And mouths, laid open, deep in silent song Trapped within That which all collapses For fear of what may lay beyond When peace eludes And devastation happens A subtle glimpse of where we each belong Darkened heart... Enlightened mind... Whole world apart... Remain entwined... Darkened heart... Enlightened mind... Whole world apart... Remain entwined... I'm reaching out Across frayed tapestry of lives Eroding worlds Cut through unraveled cords of time Within this rift Where lays our heart of hearts defined My darkness and your light, still yet remain entwined

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The sand that hides The bones of the dead Whispers in the wind Rumors of our future We shall build here In this cursed place Cruel structures The towers of gods In their shadows We will ever toil We will hide there Waiting for a revelation Citadels of sorrow These relics of old Sentinels of secrets Hidden down below These are the foundations of burden that we laid Must we feat on a bounty of blood? The soul of the world in the mouths of all Sick corruption in the fountain of life It will sustain us Was there even a choice? Descendants of dust With faces carved from stone The legacy of what has gone Our paths connected by a thread Only remains of the lies we led Impart the weight of the years we shed

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Torn through the veil Corporeal vessel left behind Into formless void Branching web of space and time Wandering... away... Wandering deeper inside... Endless open wound Swirling mass – ten billion eyes Dismal cosmic tomb Spines licking astral mind... Wandering... away... Wandering deeper inside... Endless and obscured The watcher in the dark In the sea of illusion A voyage to beyond, within

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Strange shards All relics of the path that I have followed To dead ends Embed in wounds All doors into the past They’ve barred themselves but scars have failed Torn open far too soon And with time the shards transform to keys Fit for lowest depths Unlocked truths to reveal Sharpened fine The keys all sink within My time has come Accepting fate Light disappears again Fading eyes No paths I see now I become the ghost... The ghost I used to be... I searched throughout the void (I chose this) For the scraps of life I have left behind Each one has left me knowing (I feel nothing) This path may never reach an end for me, oh... And with a spectral breath I’m begging to be freed... This burden of regret Kindling to ignite And a necessary end To living in a lie So when fires all burn cold Leave behind a glowing husk The ghost that I become again Glides back into the dusk, alone

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

We willed our hearts and bones to break Sift us through the ashes And one day soon our sun will fade A gift unto the ashes Enshrined in smoke, our shadows wait Drifting through the ashes Then souls set free amidst the grey Lifted through the ashes

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

All the distant nights that vanished from my mind Hang like glistening knives in the back of my mind I can almost see the phantoms gone in the past What could I ever trade for all that’s escaped in time? What can dreams be if nothing ever lasts? In a future where everything’s made of glass Each moment carves a piece away Of the sculpture shaped by the passing of days Hands ever change the days as monuments turn to rust In the grasp of the infinite all mountains crumble to dust Arising from nothing The short dance of existing We’re always shifting and always becoming

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

As I gaze from my tower, I can see him Lurking, watching Flickering in the gloom-light of funeral pyres Immortal spectre, waiting in the shadows For his time to emerge and close my eyes forever Who is this figure, shrouded in the veil of death? Why does he seek me To inflict his curse upon my head? From beyond the realm of man He speaks with words like thunder Casting condemnation upon my wounded soul No more to breathe the air, to feel the warmth of summer As I start to slip away I know my time has come

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The old man approached the river His gray head hanging low His frail bones, tired and weakened Stepped beyond the shore into the cold And he knew there is no hope for redemption No mercy would fall upon his wretched head A wicked soul, who did no long to see the sunrise With sullen heart, he cursed the churning waves around him Swept into the dark, too late to return, he breathed in From the emptiness, fear rose up in his throat And then he knew No more time, no more breath No more hope, no more dawn Only void

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

(English lyrics: Sam M. Lewis. Music: Rezső Seress) Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where black coaches of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of never returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday, darkness I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad I know Don't let them weep let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you With the last beat of my heart I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday [Song history: "Gloomy Sunday" is a song composed by Hungarian pianist & composer Rezső Seress and published in 1933, as "Vége a világnak" ("End of the world"). Lyrics were written by László Jávor and in his version the song was retitled "Szomorú vasárnap" ("Sad Sunday"). The song was first recorded in Hungarian by Pál Kalmár in 1935. "Gloomy Sunday" was first recorded in English by Hal Kemp in 1936, with lyrics by Sam M. Lewis and was recorded the same year by Paul Robeson, with lyrics by Desmond Carter. It became well known throughout much of the English-speaking world after the release of a version by Billie Holiday in 1941. Lewis's lyrics referred to suicide, and the record label described it as the "Hungarian Suicide Song". There is a recurring urban legend that claims that many people committed suicide with this song playing.]

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 11, 2025