Amidst the Ruins
In the age of apathy, where comfort blinds the eyes, We'll rise from the ashes, reclaim what time denies. Hollow echoes in the chambers of our soul, As we tread on sacred soil, a heritage untold. Forgotten whispers of the ancients, carried by the wind, In a time where roots unravel, and the essence grows thin. We will rise from the ashes! Shadows and sky, spirits abide, In defiance, we soar, where civilizations died.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Amongst the heathered hills, where thistles proudly sway, I trace the footprints left by those who paved the way. Majestic forests rise, like guardians of old, The secrets they've beheld, in stories yet untold. Amongst the towering pines, where shadows intertwine, I trace the footprints left in the tapestry of time. The forest stands as witness to the tales it gently holds, Of ancient souls who ventured through these glens and woods untold. In the fading twilight's glow, where echoes softly fade, I trace the footprints left in memories we've made. As the stars begin to dance upon the canvas of the night, We bid farewell to this journey, bathed in celestial light.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
In battle's fury, we met our end, Betrayed by foes, who'd no mercy to lend. Now in death's embrace, we linger here, In the realm of shadows, our spirits appear. The winds carry tales of our demise, Of treachery beneath the darkened skies. Our restless souls, forever bound, To these haunted glens, where sorrow's found. Arise! O ancestors, from the depths below, Arise! To witness our sorrow, to feel our woe. Arise! In these glens where we fell, betrayed and were slain, Arise! Grant us strength to ascend, to break from our chains. Arise! O warriors of old, rise high, stand tall, Arise! Against the tyranny that holds us thrall. Arise! Let our spirits soar, like eagles in flight, Arise! To reclaim our glens, in the fading light.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Into the sylvan embrace, where we will find our cure, Under the leaves, where our dreams will endure. Follow the song of the trees, forest of healing grace, Leading the way to our sanctuary, our sacred place.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Upon the stones, where moonlight gleams, A portal opens, within our dreams, To realms unseen, by mortal eye, Where ancient spirits fly. Through the mists, a beckoning hand, Guides us forth to distant lands, Amidst the hills, where darkness dies, And rolling moors, where wisdom lies. In the realm of rebirth, our souls alight, Where past and future merge in sight, Upon the path of ancient lore, We're bound by fate, forevermore.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025