Lugburz

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Why is life so precious When living is but shreds of joy and pain Of loss and gain Of torment and resent Hanging on a cliff edge Clawing for a hold The weak are pushed The strong held back The quiet cowed by the bold More rain than sunshine The warm outdoes the cold Safety in numbers But now we're all alone I'm stretching out my arms now I'm yearning for your love Mist is all around us Dark shadows fly above The cold can kill you Your body keeps me warm We survey the view now In the cold light of the dawn Out on the cliff edge Moss clings so easily

Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

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Damned to a ghostly substance Created by a lesser god Damned to carry this burden Forever in your sour souls Damned to dig on rotten roots You are doomed and none shall live The essence that keeps you alive Nothing but venom injected by wrath

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

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Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 06, 2026

On cold landscapes of ghostly substance The dragon spreads its wings The only dragon, creator of time On paths where Once surrounded by night Throned the dragon of time now dwells The swords dipped in blood Stone cold, washed away by time None shall live and all shall die Immortal we stand On the hills where the dragon flies On the hills where dragon flies

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Right in the dark Flames burn the glade You'll die, before we can try The blood aprise, shall not worry Your turn to pray You must not die In this place we're all, we'll be alone But we pray and lord will grant us life That's all I'll be Break my spell Right, but late Called at the gates of Place of bewitched Don't worry now The blood - a price The shadows bouncing over me.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025