Throne of Reign

Entering the void - veal covered eyes Ending a nightmare after the storm Awake and conscious your memories Run red - organs are replaced Now the harvest has succumbed to deities And sacrifices are inevitable Burnt offerings remain a constant The weak have delivered us Below the sky they roam the netherworld Wandering and hunting - lust for flesh Above the sky they roam the astral plane Hunting the flesh - lust for bone After the silence we can hear the afterlife - delivered from the four winds The weak have delivered us Below the sky becomes the netherworld Remembering deliverance Harvest

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A forsaken wind blows to the north Remembering a time when blood runs Upon this throne of reign Behold for my legacy is forever ruling with iron - a democracy lifted For word is stone and all who oppose will see eternal sleep Throne of reign - as the ancients rise The trees tell of what's the come Impaled souls rise only to be damned An offspring born to rule as the chosen - we teach the break We teach to lie and by the passing of solstice winter comes late And the sun takes a bleak color for none shall be born free As the ancients rise - throne of reign

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The endless miles of tunnels break Directions - paranoia sets as no light escapes Total darkness - your breath one of the only sounds Through these walls of stench record sorrow And the passages lined with bones Walls of glyphs seem to stare through black Sometimes faint screams can be heard I wonder how long since their death Below the root Now living with no light - Voice of the dead become far clearer My hands trying to guide but only the damp messages imprinted to stone I feel water remembers Below the root How must I travel through darkness Until depression takes my mind Knowing I will never see light again I trust the other side as we have become one and together We conquer Below the root

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

In the waves lie voices of yesterday answering questions from past Lives - lost is the communication Only time stops from decayed visions Hearing the questions of the living Energy must not die only transfers to another after separations - they break barriers of sound and deception Now we must listen between the static as the answers to all Given in confidence why must we seek this place of black Dwelling in-between frequencies of the other side and a rush From the presence roars cries can only be heard in this space from relics past

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Thy soul shall find itself alone 'mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone Not one, of all the crowd, to pry into thine hour of secrecy: Be silent in that solitude, which is not loneliness - for then the spirits of the dead who stood in life before three, are again in death around three - and their will shall overshadow thee: be still. The night - though clear - shall frown - And the stars shall look not down, From their high thrones in the heaven, With light like hope to mortals given - But their red-orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee forever Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish - Now are visions ne'er to vanish - From thy spirit shall they pass No more - like dew-drops from the grass The breeze - the breath of God - is still and the mist upon the hill shadowy - shadowy - yet unbroken, is a symbol and a token - How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Dwelling in the path with no air Reaching above the sky Stars collapse and a hole is formed where the light escapes Entering this new dimension Where spirits roam and battle For who rules this space of chaos - enter the reign Above atmosphere The hourglass define a spectrum But strangely no color exists Creating your own propulsion Running from minions of dark Awaken from slumber but still falling into nightmares I realize this sleep is forever Residual hauntings often repeat history Above atmosphere

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Leaders of power gather around fire Planning a demise of our blood Poisoning the food supply as the depopulation commence Minimize your volatility Maximize your gain Our meetings in the woods Must end with sacrifices To the seeing eye for our reign is coming sooner than later Enter our new rituals of blasphemy Vast disagreements will end with pain Now back at this altar with power in hands We see all as hostility sets in the masaonry - peace not to be believed and darkness has befallen on us all now and ever

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

A line is formed preparing for food Battle cries can be heard over mountains Formations incoming following the storm We call upon Krum for his steel The dogs run first over the hills Through winds come spirits of past No losses for the weary The chain-mail starts to wear heavy How we myst rule over this land Our ruler will sacrifice to the gods Strength and honor as the dismembering begins From the north we harness energy We stack the bodies in ritualistic manners As warning to those who come late Strength and honor - from the north we reign

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

She had to die There will be more Bates had to die There will be more I like killing people Because it is so much fun It is more fun than killing wild game in the forest Because man is the most dangerous animal of all To kill something gives me the most thrilling experience It is even better than getting your rocks off with a girl The best part of it is that when I die I will be reborn in Paradise and those I have killed will become my slaves I will not give you my name because you will try to slow down or atop my collection of slaves for my afterlife

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025