A Fallen Temple

When alliance has the value of a broken royal seal Heroic is the denial to bent to a flamboyant mighty siege Falcons are their arrows like a forest seem their shields Catapults are spitting wrath causing a waterfall of collapsing castle walls In anvils was methodically forged a diplomacy of the sword A plot has provided the rope to hang the bloody flag of war "Vow that no truce will stop the conflict" Fierce if a purpose born from greed. BROTHERHOOD OF THE FALLEN KNIGHTS WITH THE EMBLEM OF THE MORNING STAR. Justified all actions must be for honour to rest untainted Tomorrow has to carry the lessons that will nourish the naive "Vow that no truce will stop the conflict" Fierce if a purpose born from greed BROTHERHOOD OF THE FALLEN KNIGHTS WITH THE EMBLEM OF THE MORNING STAR

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

SHINE...... In the mines of the darkest star The one no jewel can never shine A rode is left to point to Styx, both its end can lead, both can deceive. No traps can seize, THE ELDEST COSMONAUT as time stands still, incapable to breathe Once in clay I allowed the decades to become a stone wall around me but at least I became the wall of decades Can you feel the wrinkles on my hand? They are yours They are lines I once drew upon the sand… SO BRING YOUR LIGHT TO ME I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER..... SEAL Travelling the luminiferous waters of space through the Stellar Isthmus It can lead it can deceive No traps can seize me, No tombs can seal me SO BRING YOUR LIGHT TO ME I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER..... SEAL

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Black leather gloves on soft thin hands Red Celtic knives, sharp as your touch HUNTING EAGLE PROUDLY LAND ON THIS ISLAND THAT'S MY HEART Twin Mirrors blue Cold lakes concealing Fire Red coral hair A dazzling ruby dome HUNTING EAGLE PROUDLY LAND ON THIS ISLAND THAT'S MY HEART ELEGANCE COMBINED WITH GRACE DRESSED YOUR MARBLE SMILING FACE

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Spoken: A millenium passed away, small forests became jungles, mountains were devoured from sand violently exiled from sand violently exiled from vast deserts with the help of hands made from storms. It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces. The triumphant laughs of liberation are forgotem. The world that once seemed nes and vibrant turned pale and old. Why? Maybe because of the strange inhabitants were to eager to forget the path that led them through. In their journey they were leaving behind not only spoken: not only part of their body but also part of their mind. And they became so tired, all they demanded was to rest. It wasn´t difficult. There was not any apparent changes. So a strange kind of sleep. Fell among the lot. The more they cultivated this habbit. To seek in the deep matters of Lethargy. The more their enviroment changed. It was a curious transformation. It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces. Hoever there is one trace that will ever remain. Week as a whisper it can reopen the way. Just listen. Your Fathers knew these words by heart even those that never crossed, the eerie side.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Preserved from the ancient years when Earth was just a newborn star The proof of a distant truth arrogantly stands mocking the wind guarding mysteries that man has not unchained An emblem of power has remained, a fallen temple…. Faded pictures all over the walls projecting a horrid state of sanity Figures that don't belong to a human race Symbols and maps Architectural miracles carrying the history of a race that now seems lost. Fears born from the Past TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE deep inside the heart of the pole an old ruler of the stars Buried in a chest from glass, the answers about our path Eternal life can't rest asleep it lurks beneath as force of will Ancient are the rules set on this world. An emblem of power will remain, a fallen temple…. Fears born from the Past TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE deep inside the heart of the pole an old ruler of the stars

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

In a dream I saw a man A face not strange to me He stared at me while I was asleep and whispered in my ear He led me through the corridors of my ancestral home He stopped one step before one wall, and then I fainted In the eldest wall of my home I found the entrance of a CRYPT The view I saw was so obscure, alien remnants, pentagrams, and candles of the floor THE CRYPT was made as a passage to the gates of reality And just when I realised the truth I was in a different shape I hear thousands of sounds like bestial laughs, deafening flutes and daemonic choirs Possibilities fall under control, unfolding new dimensions

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

In a world of endless light, into the boundless space two suns the only gods, two burning holes in the sky Without a warning the two suns slowly faded abandoning their only children unprotected from the cold Down on their knees, They have total conscience, as Night drains their spirit, the inner light of logic leaving the bodies to walk this blind planet Stumbling to others that now are animals, crying light....... SETTING OF THE TWO SUNS....... Then a light came from the horizon devouring the land It wasn't sun! It took a minute for a flame to become a fire The great cities will all become ashes, drifting with the wind

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Waiting the drawing of the underworld none to share your fears The shadow of CHARON falls upon the stone of hopes The body is paralysing The air is too thick to enter a cataclysm is spawned into the regions of the soul The cry of the first time when you were free from the womb, is the same but now you are entering the night Most try to understand why they are born if they must die Life seems pointless with an end They wonder if existence remains after death or EREBUS is the final state ''YOU KNEW FROM THE BEGGING THAT THE END WILL COME IN TIME. YET, SO MANY THINGS YOU LEFT UNDONE SO MANY MORE UNKNOWN IN A LIFE THAT IS BUT A DREAM INTO A GODS DREAM." Most try to understand why they are born if they must die Life seems pointless with an end CHARON: "EXISTENCE IS A CHOICE THAT REMAINS AFTER DEATH EREBUS IS MY MENTAL STATE."

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Spoken: A millenium passed away, small forests became jungles, mountains were devoured from sand violently exiled from sand violently exiled from vast deserts with the help of hands made from storms. It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces. The triumphant laughs of liberation are forgotem. The world that once seemed nes and vibrant turned pale and old. Why? Maybe because of the strange inhabitants were to eager to forget the path that led them through. In their journey they were leaving behind not only spoken: not only part of their body but also part of their mind. And they became so tired, all they demanded was to rest. It wasn´t difficult. There was not any apparent changes. So a strange kind of sleep. Fell among the lot. The more they cultivated this habbit. To seek in the deep matters of Lethargy. The more their enviroment changed. It was a curious transformation. It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces. Hoever there is one trace that will ever remain. Week as a whisper it can reopen the way. Just listen. Your Fathers knew these words by heart even those that never crossed, the eerie side.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

SHINE...... In the mines of the darkest star The one no jewel can never shine A rode is left to point to Styx, Both its end can lead, both can deceive. No traps can seize, THE ELDEST COSMONAUT As time stands still, incapable to breathe Once in clay I allowed the decades To become a stone wall around me But at least I became the wall of decades Can you feel the wrinkles on my hand? They are yours They are lines I once Drew upon the sand… I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER..... SEAL Travelling the luminiferous waters of space Through the Stellar Isthmus It can lead it can deceive No traps can seize me, No tombs can seal me I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER..... SEAL

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025