A Dwelling of Gods
But these forces are backing again I've to liva by convictions But I always will remain Escaping from the wrong side I am who have no name ...Forgotten I am who never end I am who's living for That you will be no more...The Merciless Viewing the unseen places This never making sence Swallowed by mankind's rejection At last , are my attractions I was who you are affraid! I was who killed the years I am who's living for That you will be no more I am the king who govern Since the ancient times Yes, I brought you I am the king who domain Souls from here below And all your wishes and dreams...
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026
Why cant you understand it ? that these rites are alive and they have existed forever belong to the elder gods the gods bring to the puzzles and transform them into the cycles Cryptic letters arose from me they burn'em in cycles again but those words is writting my fate and they burn'em cycles again Our god Barad-Dur who was the ancient sorcerer of those pages without a name he recollected the future he has got thousand slaves he'll finally extract their words Cryptic letters arose from me they burn'em in cycles again but those words is writting my fate and they burn'em cycles again Burn, burn'em Why can't you understand it ? that is my entity and it has all the hidden forces belong to the elder gods the gods brings to the puzzles and transform them into the cycles Cryptic letters arose from me they burn'em in cycles again but those words is writting my fate and they burn'em cycles again Morgul is not the truth , he has broken you Morgul is not your truth, Morgul is not our truth
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026
Dungeon's gallery where is decided our destinies Are you listening the shouts ? the screams for life Are you prepared to die ? or live, It's your submission Don't care your pain and tears 'cause youÇre a human returning from your fear the answer, It's not a deal It's very hard to find a human being like me the others are on the top surviving, fight for their food They work under the caves pulish the mythics rocks we knew the real truth we are waiting , the extraction of our hearts Dungeon's gallery where is decided our destinies They work under the caves pulish the mythics rocks we knew the real truth we are waiting , the extraction of our hearts Anything will be you conceived but not your life
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026
I bow to the altar For I bow to my faith Guide me to my destiny With everlasting grace Unholy are my thoughts In you I must confide I prowl among the nights With Satan at my side Bow to the altar The pagan one Pray for the birth Of Belial's son Beyond the gates Lucifer, hear me I pray to the altar I hear the sounds of insanity Master, I drink the unholy water Save me the torment that beckons for me Walk through illusions of terror to come And I could tell you of things I have done I saw the gates The future I've grasped I've been beyond Gates of the past Unearth the graves of all mankind Beyond dead and buried Enter the shrine Condemned to the torture The horror and pain Enslaved by your sins Brought under death's reign Lucifer, see me I live for the night Stalking and prowling in the moonlight I crave the unholy temple below Spreading the tales of death that I know
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026
This is the art, the art, of petrification I wanna see that your eyes can see I wanna feel that your hands can feel there is a magic which should be transformed transform my soul until becomes a god This is the art, the art, of petrification The masters game me this power to touch my masters said me that I'll never die I'm very proud , I'm their instrument I'm the lord who petrified the well I wanna see that your eyes can see I wanna feel that your hands can feel I wanna know that your mind can know I wanna be a elder god Here is the prophet , where is your truth ? petrified, devil is me This is the art, the art, of petrification I ca forget all the things that I touch I can destroy all the lifes that I want the perfect world that I will create I'll put the stones confronting to a deadly fate
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026
Valley of death, which can't be described the Living dead,the blasphemy perfect black robes wore their bodies and the strongest horses have the fire eyes they rise through the hills, creeping the plagues the blind pestilence is their better spell How can you avoid, their ancient legends they were sacrified for the elder gods there are not name, There's not a past but they are alive in the dark nights they rise through the hills, creeping the plagues the blind pestilence is their better spell N.D.S., northern, northern dark souls N.D.S., they crossed to this world N.D.S., nocturnal apparitions N.D.S., the northern dark souls A few sacrificies were comitied last night but the corpses haven't been found the people believe those will never appear because they are now new dark souls they rise through the hills, creeping the plagues the blind pestilence is their better spell How can we describe them if they are the spawns that slaying us !
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026
Your entire life With death that will be no more My entire death, would be recovered My own destiny Has not been a real sign They've manipulated, perish in their land But it's the setting sun, decaying Their entire lifes, are forced to your kness Let our emptines, no choice to the unreal Sick minds, the ancient ones are watching Blind illusions, are just the intructions... But It's the setting sun, you know it's true The agreement is signed with blood... You'd pray beyond, The rules stabilished by the lords You know it's true, But it's the setting sun, torment! From here to hell There was a little way From right to left, The ancient ones are dead
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026
The mountains are prepared that time has come for justice a day which the gods will reclaim their dwellings there is not any safe place Our days became their nights crossing the immortal darkness they pressure our minds We were born into the june constelation! proclaming their rights that were stolen in the past A dwelling of gods ... their anger arrives from the course of life A dwelling of gods ... dark houses the place belonged them, and came from the starts Where are buried our thrones? the questions came from Thoruk He is the king who rules the troops of the north Our master piece discovered! He blew the rains was falling the witness couldn't explain the force from his voice A dwelling of gods ... their anger arrive from the course of life A dwelling of gods ... dark houses the place belonged them, and came from the starts We born into the june constelation! proclaming their rights that were stolen in the past
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 22, 2026