The Eldritch Realm
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Guide me, Lilith, my dear Upon the cusp of night's conceit Led by black moon Abandoning the frayed edges of time Feet compelled by otherworldly chimes Eldritch, the voices that ring through old churches What drifts from this world and what's left behind? Born to die again The cycle ensures that you'll lose Binding of hands Binding of feet Boundless we're born, and boundless when we're six feet deep Lost souls leading the way Unearthed from shallow and unmarked graves Aimlessly searching for purchase over an indelible yearning (Solo - Rauch) Embrace death - the one true calling Embrace life - the fight worth fighting Trapped in the prison of the ophidian god Be still and listen Enough is enough Walk along these winding roads and pray they lead you home What is enough? What's worth divining? The destinations beyond the defined See the black moon hang high in the sky The shifting of the tide causes the river to rise Complicating passage onto the other side Follow the sound of the chime Sway to-and-fro and swing side to side to a strange melody Cross over through rushing water Feel no ordinary pain What drifts from this world? What stays in the grave? It starts with a voice, and a soft tittering that lurks in the back of every mind It will consume your thoughts and drive you mad The language it speaks is not your own but, you understand it and it compels you to follow a path lit only by the light of a black moon Prepare yourself, for this path twists and turns without end, through the labyrinths, of the eldritch realm
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Wading through the cold waters of this lifeless shore Obol paid, passage ensured Charon's eyes linger on my form Eternal life is something to abhor Horrid phylactery Soul interred, cyclical rebirth Lychgate calls me, chimes lead me Strange melodies not quite of this earth (Solo - Rauch) Limbs dead weight in a turbulent sea A frothing black mixture of death and disease The winds in my sail boiling fumes from deceased, corrupted men In the prime of their brine Eternal life is something to abhor Horrid phylactery Soul interred, cyclical rebirth Lychgate calls me, chimes lead me Strange melodies not quite of this earth To pass over into the endless abyss is what it means to be alive You are only truly living when you choose to die Pass through the lychgate Pass through the threshold Waning of the tide has thinned the space between hell and I Now caught between Scylla and Charybdis Beset on by all sides I will cross the river Currents cleanse Dead shore awaits Flesh Decays Fragile body swept away Boundless, binding In chains writhing Lychgate, threshold Past that untold Black moon is rising Melody reprising Phylactery the prison, the vestige, the image, the pain
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
At its peak, zenith aligned Lilith softly whispered, "Beyond the gate I know not what you'll find" See the waxing of the black moon The time is coming too soon Must delay that inescapable fate The cycle must be broken Torment has been awoken By strange melodies The ringing of the chimes Ophidian wheel for a crown By his hand forever bound (time and time again) Yet chained within this rhythm the soul sits unforgiven In pieces on the floor the phylactery no more Rust burned wrists are healing Blood that's spilled is now congealing In pools on the floor the phylactery no more But in life death will resound By his hand forever bound Chains thrust upon me to keep me from this mortal coil By his hand - we are forever bound At its peak the Zenith was aligned As Lilith softly whispered, "Beyond the gate I know not what you'll find" Ophidian wheel for a crown By his hand forever bound Break the chains, hear that sound By his hand we're no longer bound We're no longer bound
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
The space between hell and I is thinning Come closer, fear not, just cross over Let melodies lead you - eldritch in their nature As the sun will surely rise All life will surely die The cycle is steadfast, it concludes with your demise Sepharial please tell me why you bound me here What lies beyond the lychgate unknown, but she led me there Lilith my dear the space between is thinning Disconnect from the self Absorbed by this hell What drifts from this world and what's left in this shell? This coffin of flesh Disconnect from the self Bindings undone Boundless become His crown lies in pieces His grasp on me gone But I feel him still His ghastly will Sepharial, naught remains between hell and I
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Fragile mind unbecoming at the threshold arrived Worn feet compelled by the chimes Whispers I heard, sanity compromised With nothing left to fill the space between hell and I I'm unravelling Frayed, lost, and forgotten Will they call me a martyr? Saint of nothing, father to none Free of god's hooks, boundless I have become The melody now out of tune Crashing of the black moon Forces that prevented me from forming these wounds are weakening I continue to bleed as he'd want me to bleed (Solo - Rauch) (Solo - Fenton) I continue to bleed Sepharail's hooks never truly left me Saint of nothing, father to none Free of god's hooks, boundless I have become I have become undone enthralled by this melody
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
End of the line The chimes lead me to my last sunrise My curtain call, no hope for a reprise Given the chance to decide I'm starting to think that no one wants to die Given the chance to decide I'm starting to think that no one wants to die Now decide Those hooks are far too deep! This yearning, now burning it turns to rust. Encased in oxide This yearning, turned loathing, now fully transposing my soul into matter that's hard to describe Crash of the black crash of the moon Crash of black moon You are as I was and I am what you shall not be I am what you cannot hope to be At the cusp of conceit the path becomes unclear Lead blindly by the chimes never questioning what brought me here My soul forsaken, my soul interred Left to wander, never laid to rest I carry on in deathless sleep You will never be free of me those hooks are far to deep By his hand we are bound Enthralled by the sound Consistent is the will to become truly unbound Is it much better to rot inside of the ground than to be the one that wears that crown? Crash of the black crash of the moon Following by the chimes I was lead following promises of becoming unbound Wandering without my guide I am left wandering Forgotten, abandon, please stay by my side See the black of night inside of her eyes as tears flow freely down out of mine The astral lord sits atop his throne As she joins him at his side As she joins him at his side Lilith my dear how could you? And I can feel it in my bones, the fundamental essence of the soul I believed that I would one day die But no release would come within the crash of the black moon Whether it the dawn of time or the edge of infinity, above or below the firmament All life is carried along a linear path towards a single, unifying destination One individual found himself trapped outside this sequence by cosmic forces beyond comprehension Upon he believed he could free himself from the eternity he was bound by But nothing begins, and nothing ends, in the eldritch realm
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026