Canada 2010

As we tread further on our separate paths, we fade further out of sight. Stars are all we have to connect our diverging lives. Look at the sky from where you are. And know that though we are so far, we see the same stars. Stars are all we have to connect our distant lives. So what becomes of you and I under this fading Winter sky? This death black sky. As we walked for hours, stars lit the forest of our past. You and I faded like the night sky, fearing to leave the beaten path. And so we lie, you and I, torn apart by the miles. And so we die, you and I, under the same black sky. I hope someday you find the fire to leave the comfort of the beaten path.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Raise your torch to the sky! Fight this darkest of nights! Raise your torch to the sky! Raise your torch to the sky! The light will burn and set us all ablaze, as the sunwheel turns through these dark winter days. Moonless sky, breathing the dark. We burn as the sun, sole bearers of light. Winter black engulfs us all. Shadows dance from the torch, and summon the sun to life. Rise in the Eastern Sky! Chase the eternal archer across celestial planes. Bearer of the Ancient Fire, stand and take thy place atop this midwinter stage! Raise your torch to the sky! Raise your torch to the sky! Earn thy name Invictus, again! Moonless sky, breathing the dark. We burn as the sun, sole bearers of light. Winter black engulfs us all. Shadows dance from the torch, and summon the sun to life. Born in the Eastern Sky. Cast thy light upon these dark winter days! Bearer of the Ancient Fire, stand and take thy place atop this midwinter stage!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Who crossed the Great Atlantic to beach their ships on misted shores, who rode the eastern stormwinds and heaved on the heathen oar. From the land of ice and the land of fire. Past the glacier isle, past the wooded sandy shore. Drink from her flowing waters! Taste of her cascade streams! Hunt from her brimming forest! Vinland Drink from her flowing waters! Taste of her cascade streams! Hunt from her brimming forest! But Eastern winds found you, and carried Skaldic songs from home. And so your spirits dragged you, back to the Allfather's shores. To the land of ice, and the land of fire. Past the wooded land, past the isle of ice and stone. Sail, Northlanders, ye masters of the Western Sea! Heave Away! Rape the waves with rabid oars! Sail, Northlanders, ye masters of the Western Sea! Tell the saga of this new found land of fjords. Our shores are strewn with iron, our fields are sown with runes, along the coast where the ancient winds still blow. In the air we still can hear the skalds sing their haunting tunes. They are calling back the wayward spirits. They are calling us home.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Pure April rain replaced by dead April heat. Would it ever rain again? Black earth cracking. Scorched by the sun. The rivers it drained left us dying in the dust. The world changes when it starts to rain. Green radiates against the grey. And we can find solace from the torch. But it remained Sol Invictus, unconquered idol, fire orb primordial. Burning steadfast, in harbouring skies. Blistered vastlands reeked of immolation. The world changes when it starts to rain. Green radiates against the grey. And we can find solace from the torch. Venite imbriferae ut terram alatis! Venite nubes ut levamen donetis! Pluvie, ubi es, ibi, vita est. The mist will rise, in a haze, to the sky. Iubar aureus extulerat Sol flabat adhuc eurus... Then came the rain and it slaked the Earth. Spewed across the land and fed the rivers. So poured the rain as it slaked the Earth. Rising from the ground an ethereal fragrance. Pluvie Optime, multas tibi gratias agimus.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Many who die deserve life. Many who live deserve death. So live with fire, laugh at fate, bare your teeth as you draw your final breath. Life's a journey 'cross a frozen lake, wind howling in your face. Never know how solid your steps are until the moment you fall through the ice. We all march into the unknown, time whipping our backs. Pushing us ever forward, until the moment we fall through the ice Drowning in the blackest water, one mis-taken step. Laden with past choices, pure consequence pulling me down We never know when we're to die; we only choose what we do with our time. Too many let it go to waste; I cannot let this be my fate. A hand burst from the water, veins frozen through. Inch by inch, hour by hour, I dragged myself back onto the ice Ad mortem gelor. Sed perseverabo, et hoc superabo.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Wind still blows. Rain still falls. Earth still alive. Time still burning wildly. I see the lowering darkness, shades beyond black. Stars are points on this ancient map. The only warming solace in this vile place, the only link to the old, forsaken ways. It's like a breath inhaled from an air so sick to suffer existence in this tar-laden pit. Pale dead lights offer no heat. Toxic smoke air, poison so sweet. Moon still evades. Sun still pursues. Though chilled by the night, fire still burns inside me. I see the lowering darkness, shades beyond black. Stars are points on this ancient map. The only warming solace in this vile place, the only link to the old, forsaken ways. All the ancient gods are man's embodiment of nature. The portrayal of our ancestors, symbolic of the forces that created us all. The gods of old are with us still. Every rainfall. Every breath drawn. With the rising of the morning sun, I look to the east and see it has begun: a new dawn approaching, a return from abroad. I depart this wasteland, back to the green of the gods.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

She radiates across the skyline. I have swept through her oak, maple, and pine as a spirit released from corporeal ways, or a man who is still from the kill ablaze. And though I've seen her aflame in the sun, just as I have in the gloom of the rain, and as I have in dead winter days, her beauty abides in all her shades. A thousand times and she's never lived at all. She, arboreal. The silence stills the morning air so clean as if she's holding her breath in waiting. She beckons through her cascading greens; in susurrations she speaks my name. A thousand times and she's never lived at all. She, arboreal.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Feel the atavism coursing back through time. Bringing forth ancient fire, Life, in its purest form. It shall be embraced. It shall light the torches of the hordes. By this flame we will march across the vastlands. Along rivers of ice, standards of black unfurled. It shall burn in our veins, across the ages, through the haze. Veni, ignis! Veni, fere! Arde, ignis, acerrime! We will tread on paths overgrown throughout time, neglected by mankind, reclaimed by wilderness. Until the end of days, one with the winds and storms, we will carry on, ever ablaze with primal flame. Veni, ignis! Veni, fere! Arde, ignis, acerrime! Rise from the Earth, Bearing flames primordial. Alive at last, bearing time eternal.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025