Emerald Forest and the Blackbird
My child, I will bury you on the highest hill beside the tallest tree. Where winter will cover you and build the biggest castle. There I will bury you from the arms of your mother. Soon the angels will carry you over the edge of the world, and lead you through the deepest forest away from sickness into the light. Sleep my child! Lay down your head and leave this pain, I'll read you these last pages of the tale. To endless mourning I'm cursed from here on. You will be taken, I was meant to stay. The emerald forest was quiet, and the deep green of the diamond leaves was glimmering in the sky. High tree tops on the gentle wind, tall as the mountains in the east. Echoes of the steps of giants were fading like the beat of your weak heart. Shades of night welcome you with a twisted smile slowly with every tiny breath. Hold my hand tight, nothing will hurt you here. You are almost home my little angel, I will lead you through. Night creatures, unicorns and white owls, treasures hidden in the emerald glow, green light on the white altar and the black throne. Choirs of ancients blessing your passage to the world below. The path through the woods was getting narrow, the aisle of trees shaded the last light of the moon. But the light from the candles on the bridge across the water lit the way from emerald steps, marking our trail deeper. This is the frontier as far as I can pass, but the calling of the blackbird will lead you on from here. Every tear will turn to an emerald in this forest And this is where it ends! The cry turns to laughter, my son. You will be taken, I was meant to stay, my loved one.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
You are nothing but a shadow of the beauty what you used to be. Blank painting with silver frames, you know when things turned all so wrong. Afraid to tell the truth, locked inside yourself. I promise this won't hurt you at least as much as all these lies. You are nothing but a shadow of the beauty what you used to be. Deceitful and shallow, yes, you know when things turned so wrong. Dim line between two broken hearts, long road to perdition. One will stand, one will fall. See the stars, touch your scars, face the dark eye to eye. Touch the stars, feel the warmth. My love, this cut is the deepest! See the stars, touch your scars, face the dark eye to eye. Touch the stars, feel the warmth. My love, this cut is the deepest! Dim line between two broken hearts, long road to perdition. One will stand, one will fall. You are nothing but a shadow of the beauty what you used to be. Deceitful and shallow, yes, you know when things turned so wrong. See the stars, touch your scars, face the dark eye to eye. Touch the stars, feel the warmth. My love, this cut is the deepest! See the stars, touch your scars, face the dark eye to eye. Touch the stars, feel the warmth. My love, this cut is the deepest!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
I yearn for your soul, I yearn for your skin. The blaze in my eyes shines bright as the great northern skies. I'll catch you when the night falls, morning calls. Close your eyes, make a wish, you know it's never going to happen. In this place we all die alone. Hate, lead the way! Close your eyes, make a wish, you know it's never going to happen. In this place we all die alone. Hate, lead the way! I yearn for your love, I yearn for your blood. The blaze in my heart lies deep as roots in this ground. Take me into you, take my hand or I'll kill again. Close your eyes, make a wish, you know it's never going to happen. In this place we all die alone. Hate, lead the way! Close your eyes, make a wish, you know it's never going to happen. In this place we all die alone. Hate, lead the way! They want you and I'll catch you when the morning calls. They want you and I'll catch you when the morning calls. Close your eyes, make a wish, you know it's never going to happen. In this place we all die alone. Hate, lead the way! Close your eyes, make a wish, you know it's never going to happen. In this place we all die alone. Sleep well, my dear!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Talk to me with words of sorrow, the only words I learned to know. Be still my bleeding heart while I hold my breath and wait for it to pass. But it never will, never has! Your loving light will only wake them, make them appear from their hiding. Would you make them disappear? But no one can, not even you. I crossed the oceans of tears and sacrificed all these hearts on the altar of you. But these same ghosts will haunt me until my last days. One by one risen from their graves, telling me I'm not worth being forgiven for all the hearts wide shut. The white veil falls upon your face, covering the scars and tears. And as you walk down the aisle, the marble steps end and you fall. I won't be there to save you, I'll let you fall just like the others before. I crossed the oceans of tears and sacrificed all these hearts on the altar of you. The altar of you! But these same ghosts will haunt me until my last days. One by one risen from their graves, telling me I'm not worth being forgiven for all the hearts wide shut.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Fire walk with me through these old streets of London. Make me stronger to get one step closer to you again. Horror spreads through these alleys like a plague through the harlots. By the blood of all these dirty cunts my delicate art is being written in blood! For I am the sire, the noble one. Deep I cut their sinful bodies to get her back piece by piece. The night she left me from this world to the shades of everlasting. I will bring you back my love, even just for a one life long second. She was the one, now cold and gone, ten silver bells mourning her death. Echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London. Charlotte Street, 3 a.m., washed by blood. She's not worth dying for but to die in shame. Heart of a scarlet whore, black like her native shore. One I cut out on Lavender Lane, I will replace her chest and we will dance. She was the one, now cold and gone, ten silver bells mourning her death. Echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London. She was the one, now cold and gone, ten silver bells marking your death. You will be lost in this Labyrinth of London. In this Labyrinth of London... "I wander thro' each charter'd street, near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, in every infants cry of fear, in every voice, in every ban, the mind-forg'd manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweepers cry, every blackning church appalls, and the hapless Soldiers sigh runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear how the youthful Harlots curse, blasts the newborn infants tear, and blights with plagues the Marriage hearse." -"London" by William Blake 4 a.m. Palmer Street. In a circle of flames we will dance once again. Fire walk with me through these old streets of London. Make me stronger to get one step closer to you again. Horror spreads through these alleys like a plague through the harlots. By the blood of all these dirty cunts my delicate art is being written in blood! She was the one, now cold and gone, ten silver bells mourning her death. Echoes on the walls in this Labyrinth of London. She was the one, now cold and gone, ten silver bells marking your death. You will be lost in this Labyrinth of London.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Felt my back bleeding, heard the song of a siren, the forerunner of death and corruption. I've already hit the ground, nothing you said was true. Were all the vows meant to be broken? Some wounds will never heal, some day even queens will die. Some day even nations turn their backs after the chants of devilish mouths. Lie deep in your lies, keep telling you love me, the chant of death and corruption. I still hear the words that let me down, something deep inside you died that night. Some wounds will never heal, some day even queens will die. Some day even nations turn their backs after the chants of devilish mouths. That night showed your true colours, pure blackness and filth. Once loved, once admired, dead to the world from now on. Some wounds will never heal, some day even queens will die. Some day even nations turn their backs after the chants of devilish mouths.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
April 14th, and the sabbath is near. The ground is trembling, weakened by the longest winter. These are the last steps of the frost giants as they leave. An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust. Killing season comes in shades of gray. An April moon is rising as the spring turns to dust. We lie down to a howling sound as the world is slowly coming down. Bless me, ghosts of winter, for you have made me stronger to face this day and evernights. Further North our paths will go! South is burning, east is vast, west is dying fast. But as I leave my heart holds no fear, I know there's nothing from here. An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust. Killing season comes in shades of gray. An April moon is rising as the spring turns to dust. We lie down to a howling sound... On the altar of endless snow, on a deep glacier's glow we prepare our graves. Here under the north star I will sleep away to the deep hum of your icy womb. April 14th, and death is here. The tide has finally turned. The ground is trembling, weakened by the longest winter. These are the last steps of the frost giants as they leave. But my heart holds no fear for I know there's nothing from here.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
Did we make it through the night, or was it just a dream of woe? When did mother's arms turn to dust? The fortress so unbroken but still your heart was strong to lead us all through. The gentle morning mist still veiling the graves, breathe it in and watch the sunrise. Time will wait for us in this early hour like the ghosts still lingering on the flowers. Time won't heal, it just buries the pain and slowly changes form. But a bleeding heart is an open one, alive yet so undone. We carry these wounds until the night forgives us. Loneliness so hard to bear when these rooms breathe emptiness. Still your voice is all around me here, singing me to the blue dream through the quiet summer rain. Time won't heal, it just buries the pain and slowly changes form. But a bleeding heart is an open one, alive yet so undone. We carry these wounds until the night forgives us. Did we make it through the night, or was it just a dream of woe? When did mother's arms turn to dust? The fortress so unbroken but still your heart was strong to lead us all through. The gentle morning mist still veiling the graves, breathe it in and watch the sunrise. Time will wait for us in this early hour! Time won't heal, it just buries the pain and slowly changes form. But a bleeding heart is an open one, alive yet so undone. We carry these wounds until the night forgives us, and lets us say a last goodbye.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025