Hexing Graves
What have we became? a desert a fallen temple of the rotten flesh a death's monument timeless ageless desecrated deformed by the winds of time
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Arcane order is wandering through the time with a mission to preserve the only posthumous light a flame burning deep in the underground a chosen few cleansed from the grief of life Unholy melodeclamation chants of the dead Through the necromantic rites of the underground through the necromantic rites man becomes god Sons of Adam are holding the key to it all Vale of Hinnom and the grave of the God soil is soaked with the blood of the fools who betrayed the pact sealed with their own lifes Unholy melodeclamation chants of the dead Through the necromantic rites of the underground through the necromantic rites man becomes god
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
This is the darkest night when all of the sacred icons will be covered in spit smeared with blood children of dark tribe are gathering at the graves prepering for the sabbath festival of sin Hidden evil now is unchained possessed prayers are feasting in endless ecstasy Sacred paths below ancient epitaphs God looked down at the Earth the devil rode out Profaned shrines opened graves fallen monuments consumed by fires prime fires of daath Sepulchral phantom raise summoned by the chants raise and embrace us all Raise
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
With an empty eyes and will broken by disdain conquerors of yesterday casted away from their nests There is no darker night than the one that ends this world fired by a torch kinded by words and gestures world is coming to an end throught the bitter entrails of the Earth falling away from it's tyrants slowly slipping into the abyss With no grace or glory with no preachers to preach their gospels with no blessed tongues ripping through the bitter entrails of the Earth Self-made mythology left minds in disdain a black ruined statue reminds the old days Ripping through the earth's black entrails the mind is the key and the flesh is the gate Ripping through the earth's black entrails
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Falling into crypts of the most holy death singing chants of anguish suffering despair these chambers wear a mark of her cryptic breath bones whiten in the dark in unending scare mournful prayers tortured souls araise ascend mournful prayers save a fool from the certain dread lure me to a place where only darkness blends to forgotten paths and lonely graves where no one dares to tread Not to devour not to die a life eternal in the most holy lie Exposed to the black rays from the world below I drift away in solitude my pilgrimage chants of dead as a guide to a deathly glow here is my place to die spectral orphanage Hold me in your permanent frost Not to devour not to die a life eternal in the most holy lie Pierce me with your golden arrows fill me and end my passion Not to devour not to die a life eternal in the most holy lie
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026