The Morning Never Came

You'll awake life through perceptive light. In the face of your offense, bearing scarlet bark. The second moon is dropping her silver tears. The gaze, the sway, you'll pay through the summer, lost in pain. Through her silvery body, grazing scars. Her skin enchants me, towards the doom of spring. So I find her in milk white light. In this everlasting night, I place you in gothic moonlight. I'm haunted by your touch, my soul passing you. You'll save my fear from this shame. I know I ought to take your flame. My touch will freeze your love, my frost on your skin. I offered to cross the water. My blood curls, taken from light. My heart bleeds for her restless sleep. I should fake a yawn before I go away. And when she lies silent, her beauty lights the room. But now no other man will taste her loins of doom. I'm haunted by your touch My soul passing you You'll save my fear from this shame I know I ought to take your flame I'm haunted by your touch, my soul passing you. You'll save my fear from this shame. I know I ought to take your flame. My touch will freeze your love, my frost on your skin. I offered to cross the water. My blood curls.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

The strength of her pulse is breaking her chest. She’s getting wet from this feverish writhe. The midnight is cruel for a lonely girl. When the unknown slowly undresses her breasts. The voice and her eyes wide shut, the fever burns a mark on her bed. The path that she runs among these silent trees, leaves her body for me to claim. The veil of fog covers her velvet skin, as she kneels naked under the moon. The whispers from her lips and her screams, invite me to her ecstatic flame, over and over again. Her bed is covered in dirt and leaves, and she’s burning down on her knees. Midnight is cruel for a lonely girl, as she’s getting wet from this feverish writhe. The veil of fog covers her velvet skin, as she kneels naked under the moon. The whispers from her lips and her screams, invite me to her ecstatic flame, over and over again. The veil of fog covers her velvet skin, as she kneels naked under the moon. The veil of fog covers her velvet skin, as she kneels naked under the moon. The whispers from her lips and her screams, invite me to her ecstatic flame, over and over again. Again!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Now I'm a gray old ghost, weeping in winter trees. I searching for a soul, waiting for a voice to come. She was worth dying for, it is my severed voice, I cry. Her eyes were pale by dawn, out of this gloomy light. I'll wait there forevermore. The light holds us forevermore. Still one second I wouldn't give away. Cold winter nights, I cry on your grave. Why won't you come? Why won't you come? As she is dying in the snow, the moonlight silently glows. Her tears flow down her cheek, when snow falls from the trees. I'll wait there forevermore. The light holds us forevermore. Still one second I wouldn't give away. Cold winter nights, I cry on your grave. Why won't you come? Why won't you come?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

If I stay too quiet, I can hear her walking by. Death cold air is moving, like the touch of her hand. Respect dying, towards our eyes. Earth dies, flowers dead. Silent whispers slowly flow, the silence sang from beyond. You'll come with me my precious light. You stalk me through the shadows. Just swallow the dark! You'll come with me my precious light. You stalk me through the shadows. Just swallow the dark! I've come to take you back, 'cause my day is still burning. My scream is flowing through hands, but your flesh igniting. I'm taking you down to the hole, bring on the scum for the flames. You'll come with me my precious light. You stalk me through the shadows. Just swallow the dark! You'll come with me my precious light. You stalk me through the shadows. Just swallow the dark! If I stay too quiet, I can hear her walking by.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Wandering old shape, bereaved by their last days. The empty seeds, the curse of man, mourning for this given hand. Lonely steps across the land, trembling hearts in the ocean sand. The voice of despair echoes loud here, when the waves carry the old. For Mother Earth we fall! To the last of man, she’ll take us all. Poisoned air, the wasted land, turns to our tomb. The silence of the womb. The skies blow the last light away. Summer exists only in the writings of the wise. We prepare for our final run, when the winter swallows the sun. For Mother Earth we fall! To the last of man, she’ll take us all. Poisoned air, the wasted land, turns to our tomb. The silence of the womb. Wandering old shape, bereaved by their last days. The empty seeds, the curse of man, mourning for this given hand.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Please don't you guide me again. Could you just leave me here? I'll bury these wounds with you. I'll be gone by nightfall. The shadow is gone, and then you're leaving coldness here. It's getting darker now, the night is drawing closer, my dear. To writhe... I found my suffering, the life. I hear you suffer me, to writhe. I bound my suffering, tonight. The start of cold seasons, just a road of despair. There is no way out of here, again to feel you near. Why do you love to torture me, cut me open and leave me this way? And when away of de profundis, you disappear from me again. I can feel the warm nightfall, as I taste the death on her lips. I am doomed to hold this woe. It's time to kneel, I'm so alone. To writhe... I found my suffering, the life. I hear you suffer me, to writhe. I bound my suffering, tonight. The start of cold seasons, just a road of despair. There is no way out of here, again to feel you near. Why do you love to torture me, cut me open and leave me this way? And when away of de profundis, you disappear from me again. To writhe... I found my suffering, the life. I hear you suffer me, to writhe. I bound my suffering, tonight.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

My heart greeds for frozen stars, deep black universe upon me. I'm enchanted by this warm light, yet nothing can melt my cold soul. The lakes, my silent lovers, whispers from deep black waters. Ice would keep the ghosts down, their mournful song froze my heart. Come down where the embers burn, let the night embrace you. And just before the morning haze, you will disappear without a trace. Seasons change, but the sorrow stays. Symphonies getting louder day by day. When the fog raises the dead again, disharmony of crushing bones will take away my pain. Come down where the embers burn, let the night embrace you. And just before the morning haze, you will disappear without a trace. Come down where the embers burn, let the night embrace you. And just before the morning haze, you will disappear without a trace. You will disappear without a trace. You will disappear without a trace.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

One night it happened, the morning never came. It has been snowing ever since. The plague of cold harvests the land, and only few still wait for the sun. Cities are buried under a white curse. Remains of the man lay on the glacial ground. The monuments of ice curve upon us, leading our way to the bitter end. One night it happened, the morning never came. The clocks tick anew this same hour of dark. And if we had only known that it would last forever, we would have forgiven ourselves and let the snow bury us together. One night it happened, the morning never came. Now it's been seven years ever since. The season of dark fell upon us, and only few still wait for the sun. Cities are buried under a white curse. Remains of the man lay on the glacial ground. The monuments of ice curve upon us, leading our way to the bitter end. One night it happened, the morning never came. The clocks tick anew this same hour of dark. And if we had only known that it would last forever, we would have forgiven ourselves and let the snow bury us together. Cities are buried under a white curse. Remains of the man lay on the glacial ground. The monuments of ice curve upon us, leading our way to the bitter end. One night it happened, the morning never came.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025