Tales of Dark
Album • 2009
Limbs congealed, the center barely existent A winter’s breath only to reveal My horrid inward thought unleashed To bring haunting, indelible terror All prudence shall drip under When the disquiet nights approach By hundreds of their overtones Thousand nuances I shall lay circumscribed With eye drops I take fresh vision Yet each phantasm evokes different disgust In an eon visionless, a world deaf None may hear my wail Sighs throbbing and tedious impale the quiet demise I inhale the sweat of a thousand slaughtered sheep Who put all progeny to sleep Hollow, my dark spirit echoes Sobs undissolved by time All in some mystic cadence Resolve me in their dire melody Wretched fate... for all
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
Eternal are the wounds from which eagerness bleeds denied Through such grievous endearment, with quietude so sad Beneath the swarm of agonies, frail words turn to dust As hope bears the nexus of its cold postmortal bed A distance has grown, another decreased Each moment devours the very heart of resistance As failures feast, solemnly deciphering eternity Mongst blisses waned, where life’s vestiges fade … there’s only seclusion to marvel at With the first light, darkness came along Like a constant stream with no source nor mouth Subsurface pain efflorescence – my internal garden of roses dead Where the grief is still lurking in every dream Reaching still for the deep dark void The wine of the damned I taste Tears fill the chalice of bittersweet dolefulness As I wallow caressed by desolation … disconsolate seasons to witness The sun welters dying, enswathed in diaphonous eclipse Beneath the swarm of agonies – one last solitary glimpse To set ablaze the leftovers of an illusion’s synthetic art The amorphous remains of a petrified era sobbing in my frozen heart
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025
Like desolate dreams impaled on the thorns of awakening My heart’s desires shattered and uncovered to unworthy eyes With all the blood left in me, rushing into my lips By each crimson drop framed in its own distinction I utter these words, caressing my loneliness My soul’s inertia – languished into a dead sleep As you pour your bleeding sighs into mine Drink up my inner sunset Till I fall from your darkest grace And let me become the ichor playing throughout your veins Not of delights, but of grief-varnished fondness These citadels obsidian our hearts hath exalted Wherein we once danced in hectic stillness so charmed Midst emotions cacooned, save but the ravage now resounds With such fear enriched I pronounce my valediction As the delirious shades coalesce adrift Left to bask in the predatory lights Of Eden’s scorn and derisive sight Bequeath to me thy flaming disease And let it die within and with me…
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025
I have forgotten desire, I have lost lust, murdered love Abandoned hope and awoke pure agony Now longing for silence and the smell of stillness The yearning not to feel Comes over me Its simple beauty always escaped me Now it lays before me and in me Declothed, demasked Join me now, let us fall asleep Not wishing but being all sentiments Still tears, they are still kept Behind these misty mirrors I have been forsaken by all and every me That ever was
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
In motionless agony I provide the banquet of torments With tears unbridled to wash my wounds clean… I fade Incessant silence crowns my every word Are memories but delusions whereby the past claims rebirth? Upon the starless canvas the tempest of disease I unfurl Lugubrious wails from this reminiscence be torn Pouring scarlet with my name inwrought Besmears the altar as I quiver underneath the dagger … so dear is the hand that strikes with continuous cruelty Within this new calm newfound nakedness I posture my misery With mournful laments disgorged upon the barren soil of sanity Perdition calls… I follow its voice…
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025
When nox-perfumed shadows embellish the gloom And soft pluvia pours murmuring piano The genuine affliction unrolls in sight Through my flesh its fangs pierce … in search of words still imprisoned inside Wherefore didst the flowers grow weazen When such exquisite charms were apt to cherish them gently? Imageless reflexions through highflown visions dance Lost within the sequence of dustveiled mirrors Divide the recollections entwined like coiling snakes Thus cloaked more by forgetfulness than in apathy My sorrow shall exist Palled be the waxing catharsis of everblissful delight In this emotional winter, all my passions hibernate From affectionate embraces deprived While soft pluvia murmurs piano Infecting my wounds with all its glamour deranged I burn the bridges decrepit and leave them all behind As I curse the dead with a brand new lust for life From the ashes of persistence no desire shall rise For a dying hand now holds the flaming torch Hear the plaudit for the paramount deathwork As hideous winds fiddle across the meadows scorched Has life truly withered inside me?
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
With the hollow echo in a soundless night I woke to see solitude grieving over my emotion And as it wept its liquid nourished my disease Soon all myself became infected And so onward it began to spread A fervent sentiment my inside so has sheltered It means more wicked than ones ever set before Tremulous ghastly sighs of a time long now past Embrace my newborn fear It beckons me forth so sad and gloomy Drawing weakened limbs with its fragrances Sudden air filled with the sound of its hurt Composes an elegy of weep Ahead shines my fortune But here darkness ends my path Never will the bliss of that embrace Take over this solemn curse What I hear now is the cry Of the mother of time For she gave birth to immortality
Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025
With virtues drained by a dream-nurtured malady Transfixed in a delicate deathgrip I repose As the colours all decayed through this blossoming torture revive Costumed for the horrid stageplay The chapters collected in fatal equilibrium Illusions stifled, set for the vertical entrance In dark graveyard soil bedding redolent of slow-motioned demise And I renounce the reason My cold rotten heart eclipsed In a withering mercy it shelters my nonexistence And sightless again, within these thoughts dehumanized I grope the debris of vanquished desires As the funeral crows’ strident choirs Drone fearful tunes for the solemn black skies Many seasons have fled into timeless subsistence Where each and every moment is a different form of hell … I hold no balance in the distance between Retrace the scars trenched through the vague horizon Where beauty and abhorrence hand in hand now walk Tottering towards the virgin coastlines of nothingness Destiny outstretched in bleak majesty – the nihil sector unrolls
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
Through ambered eventides and dreamscapes waste Throat-cut memories writhe dissolving As the sacred sinners white washed hands Bless the earth with sonorous lies For words are the manacles of doctrinal hypocrisy Murderous instincts never silenced they hold So I rise above the grotesque industry of pain As I deny the grace of the divine foretold Midst rebellious angels I do now sleep Isolated from the grasp of the holy scorn So touch my essence through pride and revolt Our stormbrought winterthrone to eternalize I am but what I am Far from thy inebriating delusions Hidden ‘neath the blueprints of your edifices My entity you cannot steal
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
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