Lair of Necromancy
I dig my hands in the soil Of an open old grave Feeling the bone against my fingers I raise an item of beauty Staring at empty sockets A grin of bone, jaw unattached I wipe the dirt away And kiss the infant skull So close in my dreams But this is reality And no dream can overcome This mental orgasm The rest of your lovely bones Obsess me to make love In a morbid office to Satan Serve the demonic host Stench of rotten blood From the black urns Nightmares and pestilence The face of the king!
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
The old moon over this Empire Is growing colder and colder The Sargeist night spirit howls Calling, surpassing distances Remembering places, and pain The shivering voice of my heart It knows that silence waits... Confined to nourish thirsty roots From this cursed and fruitless soil The trees of misery will sprout Their rotten leaves forever chanting A whisper of darkness and decay The old moon over this Empire Is growing colder and colder The old moon over this Empire Shining on my scattered bones
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025