Nocturnal Heresy

Within our might, towards a holy war One for one, we tear the night Within our sight, we carve the gods In nocturnal heresy we align and dwell Gathering hunger in the night To hail and kill, we reunite Summoning darkness, shining bright In silver steel, a shade of light Beyond horizons, the son of storms The cry of ravens, hated and scorned Truth and lies, in ancient times The primal ruler takes a final breath Gathering hunger in the night To hail and kill, we reunite Summoning darkness, shining bright In silver steel, a shade of light Embraced by shadows, in despair Triumph and steel, hard to bear Black flames burning in my veins My guide to searing eternal flames Embraced by shadows, in despair Triumph and steel, hard to bear Gathering hunger in the night To hail and kill, we reunite Summoning darkness, shining bright In silver steel, a shade of light Beyond horizons, the son of storms The cry of ravens, hated and scorned Truth and lies, in ancient times The primal ruler takes a final breath Within our might, towards a holy war One for one, we tear the night Within our sight, we carve the gods In nocturnal heresy we align and dwell

Submitted by The Void — Nov 10, 2025

Within the scars, our iron will prevail Beyond all gloom, our victory ablaze We gather, encounter, to summon our master We conjure, bewail, and bemoan the final chapter Within the voiceless ones, moonlight, and frozen suns Beyond the vast abyss, we embrace a call of bliss In blood red skies, a black flame shall arise The void, enslaved, in wisdom purified Moldered, and rotten, ascending northern lights The thorns of lies, enchant in pitch-black nights Funeral Pyre across the cosmic sea Within the stars, remembrance recalls Beyond all grief, we obtain our loss Within the scars, our iron will prevail Beyond all gloom, our victory ablaze We gather, encounter, to summon our master We conjure, bewail, and bemoan the final chapter Within the voiceless ones, moonlight, and frozen suns Beyond the vast abyss, we embrace a call of bliss In blood red skies, a black flame shall arise The void, enslaved, in wisdom purified Moldered, and rotten, ascending northern lights The thorns of lies, enchant in pitch-black nights Funeral Pyre with a glance you are set free

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 10, 2025