Erdgeist 2021

Ashes of mourning upon his face Ashes of fever upon his face Asleep is the world Yet not the soil "Ride hard, my good steed Nocturnal woods shan't frighten us Wintry is the valley And giants are the oaks Ride fast, saddle-horse Look at the sky not In thy master's ravish'd heart Is the cold moon now Spirit of Earth, most fierce one I shall find thee with rankling sore Take my rotter flesh For my soul you cannot reach! Erdgeist!" To draw sword against Fate Temerity or desperation? Who can remedy God's sin The most abhorrent...?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026