Sunnevot

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Impaled raider-angels chest A battered sculpture here manifests Woe - Begone souls crowd the world in under Arcane As a horde yet kept asuder Profane Cruel defected angels ensnared in sweet rapture Yet cursing and rejecting their sins Descending steep stairs of black frosty stone Approaching the vault of the ones assumed condoned From the walls grabble claws of a voracious kind Lasvicious gods laughter resounds in the halls like thunder Draw the sabre offered to you from the scabbard in the phantoms globed hand and chop away Feel free from grace Blistering dead mist looms up from the phosphorous wells like acid steam Noxious gas invades the weak things of the damned as they crowd themselves stairward But held down by the sabre- wielding lords Take the meat-dish offered to you and the goblet from the phantoms gloved hand Sink your teeth into the flesh of your prey You have given rein to your malicious ways Mangeled and torn hangs the torso with angelwings amongst my gates ebony xylography No crawling back from underworld purgatory to heavens filled with hypocrisy Take the banner handed to you and the dagger from the phantoms gloved hand to lead the way

The ravens fly high this solstice morn The woods are bare The snow is deep We wait for herne to sound his horn and wake the demons up from sleep To celebrate this dreadful sigh Never reborn the day of light And the oaks breathe mysterious mur- mursof the horn that sounds its sigh In the moons face beneath the ocre eye like a crescent sword in hour of fight And baring unto hell each noble head stood in the circle where none else might tread The thick air consumed the night Ravens pride on battlesounds they fed In a thousand shimmering nighttime dreams druids of old impale me I gaze into a fog pregnant with seeds of decay and die amongst flesh and bark As I fell eternally Never touching the freesing soil Like an autumn leaf caught in a cobweb dew Lost am I until my newfound wings I spread Death is at hand and perish will all but a few

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

With the season of decay upon us The unavoidable shortening of days Azazel changes form with twilights might and as a wolf it haunts the forrest maze He is the first and worst of seven plagues that I have caused my people to face in desperation Accusing fingers point in my direction To slay the beast I must take swift action and undo the wrongs that stain my past Returning prosperous years at last Tonight we'll see whom takes the fall as we seek out the greatest plague of all To the undying forrest we ride A sense of fear never leaving our side as we wait for twilight Twaedebuster Jacht We must prevail before dark In the surreal surroundings of the shimmerland where reality blends with the other world the carrion ravens look down on us They look upon us as on bloody dead meat to be Out of obscure shades of grey the hellhound leaps forth with an insatiable need to slay We will stand our ground or perish My hands freeze around the hilt of my blade Whom shalt the first step take? With an inhuman roar the massacre starts with a dozen strikes the monsters trunk of which ten cut nothing but air Numerous assaults bring us poor results and make us fall back in despair Five of eight lay dead in blood steaming on the chilling air Two more storm forth just to have their throats torn by the jaws of death The last man trades temporary for eternity Now it is me and him in stalemate It is wounded and fatigued as I seperate his grinning head at the last signs of day Yet again I dig the graves for seven warriors brave Never to see another day

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Shades morph grotesque around the flickering torchlight Noctivagant creatures avoid the amber glow and hide They fear as they are feared By mortal man the nightblind Noctilucent eyed servants of the entities I seek to find On my quest for the alliance with the root of gloom and deep My being forced a chain to restrain my weak At the boundries of this spiritland I let my flesh sleep Now my being is free to join the cast-out spirits as my flesh creeps The ambient light shines in a greyish blue dim Beyond nebulous woods I behold the range of hills grim Come the union Crawling naked and low through the moist forrestsoil The earth reveals a Cromleg where spirits whirl and coil The stones throbbing like hearts in a halo of lifeforce bright In pulsating surroundings sensing the eldergods might The silver light has diminished The spirits have diversed to unite with the night Earth and leafs conceal the heartstones oncemore I return to my flesh with my eyes as my hazy guide Silent my cry at a gruesome sight In my spirits absence my faite was sealed The creatures of the night have conquerred their fright of the flamelight filling their cold bellies with my flesh from bones pealed The eldergods spirits come forth from the shades filling my mind with the reasons why I must not return from the woods tonight Revealing what I have seen to the Christian lie Thus betraying the earthhearts through time concealed Where the ambient light shines in a greyish blue dim I guard the range of hills grim

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Unanimous creatures gather around Bring forth impurity scorge the sky and rage unbound from heavens high and caverns low Intoxicate this holy ground In fumes of suphur we lay and wait for the battlehorns to sound Advance for twilight is upon us Once all that is pure has gone to waste my rivers run sour of smell and foul of taste Soulbite Remorceless cruel and vile Soulbite Forcefed with black bile Within the fleshmade cage for your mind we are the sole salacious and godly kind Harsley making you aware that our shadows are where your eyes are blind Soulbite Voracious cold and foul Soulbite Forcefed with black bile

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Henceforth thou shalt despise his name Pray for absolution in poor absurd tongue Blood flows Locust swarms The flamboyant throne The mules jaw Funeral pile flames ate heretic flesh raw And thereof I testify in blood Ten commandments shattered chaos reins The voice of god is silent My boot rests on his face Daylight fades firstborn die Bloodstained doors The sulphur rain on Sodom and Gomorrah burnt his eyes He survived to avenge them blind Hollow-eyed breathes of plague His warhorse of skin and bones half decaved Waving a sword with nine blades Leaving Askengris skies in his wake Testify my vanity

Through the darkening showers of wrath I see the sign and the unhallowed hearse The infernal nightsky devours the restless dead highest mountains never reach the altars of incantation Nightwinds breed the fire Majestic descend of the summoned one Moonshade flames of conquerring blasphemy I fierce hearse through the nightsky Wheels cry thunder in gospel of the hordes Moonshade flames breathe blackened breath Moonshade pale in dismal dream Flames Breathing anger Moonshad Realm of stife and pain Flames Cloak of the heretics Wrapped in a veil of grim silence and singing songs of the arctic heathenhearts I throw myself under the hoofs of the black horde Seen through the eyes of the pagan coachmen self-sacrifice will release my spirit Imperial funeral Dead, Spectral wolfmoon Moonshade Sword of the essence Flames A scent of dark souls Moonshade Why must life be? Flames Consume all harmony Moonshade The eternal nightrealm Flames burn forevermore

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Under the gaze of an owl I walk the streets of the ghastly stars to reach the pond of purest black The surface gleams like a pearl in the vast plane Wet sacred shrine emerged as my spirit is led astray in search for illuminated skies On a conquest through nighttime meadows lingering spirits gather at the seven stones Dark is the night and so is the hatred in my soul The oracle pierces the pale shapes Concoct serpent and concubine souls see and select the one must grim Bitter the unpenetrable darkness My gnarled body remained in the deep Still my spirit is trapped in catatonic state Listen while it speaks Lightning gives shape to the night Blood will flow through the night of black crystals Es brennt ein feuer in mir Nie zufor war das feuer so dunkel und kalt und es gehort zu mir Es wird brennen bis ich sterbe und erlosen in kalte Das feuer verbreited sich von geist zu geist und jede sehle wird verzehrt Dark and cold moon behind the clouds Dance the spirit dance in battered shape I am alone among these hollow shadows Like we did before meet the seven stones I the selected one ignite the spirits dance

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 14, 2025

The wolves carry their name in midnight speeches That silent subtle voice is summoning me from afar A voice much closer will shout into my car with unholy impatience Before my time I must put down here all that I can concerning the horrors that stalk without and lie in wait For this ancient arcana that has been handed down of old but has been forgotten By all but a few De sunne's licht brandt vies op mien huud Ik hekel dat licht als de pest Bie't kearslicht zit'n kniez'n is mien lot Sunnevot Valt mie so zwoar om de sunne te zien Ik heb liever eeuwig duster en piene snode plan'n in de moaneschiene Sunnevot In union with the celestial spirits From beyond the wanderers of the wasteland Emerging from the nethermost caverns Which are not for phantoming eyes to see For their marvels are strange and terrific In a time before time I found the black formula by which I will fade The shining light of the day A horror called sun now bound to be consumed by utmost darkness Fire against fire Symbols carved upon a grey stone like dead magic Powers walk unseen and hide in lonely cold places where words are spoken and rites howl through the night And to the sun I chant: My hand is at your throat! You have seen a thousand-and-one moons and a sigh hangs in your chest like a dark latern You are old You never speak of the fear that seized upon your spine and wrapped cold fingers around your skull In union we made wild passes in the air with knives that glint cold and sharp in the madnessnight And as the dead embers of the fire grew cold and black We smell the stench of the suns body lain long in the shadows to rot Sunnevot De Sunnevot

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025