Weeping Lord of the Majestic Plagues
The remains of the chapel breath cold Where rats swarm in the stench of death A crushed violated tomb in the starlight Where the living corpse hides the curse In the old times injected with the poison Cursed destiny to be one with the night The misanthropic chains of darkness Biting deep into the gruesome pale flesh Laments wept in a horrid voice To announce the coming of deaths The grand plagues that will murder Like the majestic breath of Satan Travels to sadness and despair Where no joy resides Journey across the forest Doomed to haunt In the cold mist of the forest The foul stench of evil Choked by the cursed torments As a shadow in a coffin Sleeping in the dirty blessed soil Jailed in a coffin tomb of stone Only to come alive at night Like in Puzuzu's dream lifetimes ago.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jul 05, 2026
In a dark dream I stand in cursed ruins In a dark dream Where darkness radiates In a dark dream I wander in my death In a dark dream I see emptyness and fear I stand alone in the ruins I feel the presence of my master In darkness surrounded by my fears I rejoice in the landscape of death Black shapes guide me into dream Where Satan awaits Demons of my mind call me To see eternal night In a dark dream A storm rises inside In a dark dream My dreadful fantasies
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Jul 05, 2026