Ephemeral
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Witches possessed Even their deaths deluded They have been wolves and dogs And laid in eggshells Past in the air more than a thousand miles All in a night the enemy of mankind All powerful but false And falsehood confident Bracken burnt, left to lay Ungodly manner though not untimely A final home not resting final And what dread lays before life? To sow the seeds mark no regret And appraise the master with horns Throats and wrists the gift of the day Sickened by the horrid stench thereof Hence they lie in wait to devour men Moved with hatred for justice Wishing untold secrets upon brothers and sisters The world is but a vacant burial ground... In the devil's mill of discord
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Designers of the primordial architects of my tortured existence speak of songless skies In sheltered darkness I prepare For the first time the ones in the waters are channeling my sundered spirit They arise in moonlit wings spiralling into the age of the sea Choirs of dormant stars carry within the blood dead ancient messengers forever ansorbed into fragments like olden ashes cast into the wind And the final fractured shadows embrace me Spectres that sleep in dust at the place of eternal dissolution where the purity of their wombs are raped and hope dies
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I stand in a mist at a grey cold as the blood from these veins Now as rivers bleed into the crust of the earth The last gift, the death and rebirth... Like the ancient foretold Old hands that carved covered by ivory dust in tongues of old raised by the voice of man Carried by the wind, forever echoed My death brings Knowing as he who died before Pass vice to he who died behind me Bleeding upon the earth Man bleeds, the earth drinks Burn this foreign belief, foreign way of life All that is all
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Bind thee to he of the natural darkness He is of the abysmal eternal I draw his sign with thy blood and stir the atmospheres My pose is my offering of thy commitment Ancient morbidity Thy darkest desires shall come true Thy self sacrifice to the all As all become thee Imperial The dark eternal Him Salute The life is trash Morbid mind morbid soul State of grey like the world you see around you The dissolution of god The bane of every man's woe cries of burdening salvation... for what? My life will bear no means Death at the end My grave old and nameless My hole in the cold soil Old memories from a past life Morbid legacy Truth unfurled The dark is so cold Impenetrable dark eternal The sea of tides are changing I have learnt the tongue of the old I am not of this time Time without space Space without end I know the dark halls of time I know the corridors of obscurity I have read the secrets that lie in the sky And felt the soil of my rest
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
My death is my gift to myself? Within these dark days they pass within the circle of night Smell the rot of this once fragile life Feel my stench Stirring in the four winds Hear these words My final curtain call This human coil stench To see inside my head the cold soil of my rest is calling The dark it plays its song for me No church halls sing at my pyre As no angels dance above for me As my last breath sings It's a lonely tone into silence
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026