Vorunah
The moon is leading my path In my hand a knife of bone In the other a rope For strangulation, to end it Prey in sight Blood will be shed this night A moment unprepared A spear through the neck Falling to the freezing ground Shivering, cold, dead Instinct of the living Primal hunting Death is life Primitive killing
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
Ripping, dripping Drooling on my boots You're on me like a uniform Like a snake entwines its prey Even though I hate you You're on me like an old man's dog Unleash the anger in me Then Vorunah will see How cruel I can be My skin is crawling in filth I will never be clean From your aching stench Cause you are me Absorbing My life Like a kiss From Dracul
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Laid out before him A book of old psalms His eyes are blinded By the darkest shades His mouth is dry like sand The voice is rusty Speaks about death and sorrow And how to save your soul The drunken priest On his alter throne Drowning in wine And endless funerals Aroma of wine and vomit Infects the air Wearing the hammerhead Saved by the iron bell
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
White fields Minus Mountain cold The numbing fog Arctic wind Intense Freezing dawn A bitter gust Frost junkie Artisan Ground sleeper The winter sovereign Glacial sculptures Frozen Nimbus form Twelve in numbers The north chronometer Ageless Aberrant art From the creator
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
The smell of museum The rocking chair Dead skin The silver hair I'm old I'm dying Hell can wait I'm always late Drenched in coffee The tongue of sin Yellow teeth Hands shivering Grey woollen cardigan A black pipe A crawling spider It's night
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
Old script Gravestone oblique Flowers withered Irriguous soil Beneath the ground Sarcophagus Carcass decayed Incessant stench Into the caves Into the graves Death crumbling Cult ritual
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
In the corner A brown Chesterfield On the floor A carpet of human hair Four statues in bronze Hand crafted From ancient times Holding a wooden table Thirteen carved holes In a wolf's spine A candelabrum To hold the candles 13 candles are burning In the memory Of the two souls That was never there
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Dead mountains Dead lakes Dead caves Dead rivers Dead lanscapes Dead skies Dead trees Dead universe
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025