Until Our Tale Is Told

(Have you ever considered what people will reminisce of you, long after you’re gone?) Dust over our shelves shelters treasure chests, immortality at its finest. When you question the individuality of a person’s life, No one is or will be more than ink and paper. We set ourselves in comedies and dramas, grudges and adventures, yet… Everyone is going to be but a memoir of whatever may befall And so we struggle throughout our pages until our tale is told

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

In the austerity of the shadows Cast by our feeble, dimming existence Leafed through is the tome of life’s glow Shrivelled up parchment hosts Onyx black traces Until our tale is told (We rise) Reason shall be my shield Until my body is cold (I fight) I'll serve as iron (to our cause) Time unfolds itself in me A token of truths ages old Pages and words will portray our souls Until our tale is told Ascending along with the sunlight My actions dawn into common perception In life as in bygone days The act converts to immortal marks Signifiers of lived up lives Descend before my eyes As homewards our folk has strived As centuries did write I, today, shall face my fights By tracing long gone might Everyday life heroes Whose flare forthwith will ignite As a resilient brother-like bond Our thread will twine into rope I myself will take on this trial Frayed, though sturdy and grit spawned Serving our longed-for scope Together we tie the knot of our minds A knot to throttle all the hypocrite's necks A knot to bond our lives together To make it through our days And to fulfill our tales

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Blood, he who’s daring enough to take a step further and cross its course Ravaged by its undying, merciless, eternal source Is bound to be devoured and swallowed in a denying falsehood A bottomless void empties the gap where his joy stood Lost in the turmoil of history’s haze Lies the keystone of human sympathy Right at the gates of rivalry’s maze There’s a seed of the tree of amity Frost and snow cracks under my feet As does my heart when I aim at the enemy Thoughts of compassion deepen through me When his own sight meets mine Chorus An echo of brotherhood rings out across the land Among those who died amid these crests by sibling hand A melody of sheltering comforts the unspoken names Of those who fell on both sides, no one shall it disclaim Blinded by the burnished sunrise’s blaze I face Fate's atrocious mockery Bound to engrave these unending days In the magnificence of silent sceneries Yet their contortion still haunts my days My nights are vigilant as their bravery Honoured, commended into their graves Commitment the burial fits “Dar gasinghe ist de spaise un dar balsam bomme leben.” (Hope serves as food and balm to life) Mid Time The expressions of the dying obsess me I unravel terror, dread And tie both to disbelief To your cause I’m deemed expendable I’m nothing but cannon fodder to you “ Slaughter! Salute! Obey! Prepare to die!” Heed our lies and scream our battle cry Still and ready to die Foes, allies, we’re all condemned to die Machine guns, ready to fire Hushed outcries, hypocrisy in our minds As our downfall draws nigh

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

These creased pages bear the wisdom Inherent to the conceited, grim ruins Of the thirst of the glorious and fearsome Greatness brings splendour as well as burdens Breakdown Net mann, net viighe, habent net mèar gamöcht inkéenan Se habent sich ghet tzo tüünan. (Neither man nor beast could run away) (They had to fight) Maano, o God of the night Bestow on our folk your might Shield the hunter, give ear to our hymn Cast the dark away from him There it was, the foul beast Its fury was on sight released This night we sing, as we march to the altar O gloomy deity won’t you listen to our prayers? Alles ist gaschécht in an glitz, in an schitta von óoghe-plikhen (It all happened as fast as lightning) Lüünar un snèrrar hat sich gahòrrt obarn übar un süschen in voichten (Screams and growls echoed through the trees) “Tzùa, èar ist önjar!” (Come on, he’s ours now!) Last Chorus Maano, Gott dar nacht Mach de ünsarn loite kaif Hölf ‘me starchen huntar Pringhe du ‘me ‘s liicht (Maano, God of the night Grant our folk your strength Grant the hunter your strength Remove the darkness from him)

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Feel my fangs pierce your flesh Seal your thoughts, let your self-doubt clash Hide and beseech, repudiate your flaws I’ll track you down, your guilt lures my jaws Arise, my dear And let your integrity Crush and burst in shattered remains As you most feared You regain identity Self -reflection mirrors pathetic pains Aware of your lies You still fake the answer Sadistic yearnings conjure your brains Hear me howl Anxiety and shivers Psyche works in mysterious ways I am your ego, fill me with lies Fill up the hole your self-loathing provides “I am so different, unique my display” Voice your opinion of dull, dumb clichés As you hear these words, in ecstatic disgust Bask in your deceits, when YOU are to enquire As you point your finger at whom you mistrust Misgivings demolish your self-centred empire Rejoice, my beloved Appeal to your insanity For your stability is as dry as your veins The choices you made Facetious, poorly Selected solely on what your dumb whims reign You disown your dreams, for these sensible guides They skin you regardless of what you decide They lead you, they have all the answers you seek They judge you so they can dictate that you’re weak Delusional if for ambitions you strive A failure if you settle down with your life Run. Run, you coward. Feel my breath on your nape. RUN! *Laughs* I still believe in the moral of mankind I refuse to give in to this reality I will rise again I shall wash my stains Heed, you worm! You are not entitled to an opinion! Now, RUN! A finire I will not sink in this mud I will lift my eyes There’s always a chance to start anew

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Stillness in our wake Pure, untrodden plains A canvas dyed in wintry paints Immaculate, unstained Hailing, storms, dimness and frost Set all my fears on fire Anticipation and enjoyment The thrill of the desire As my mind strolls back to those days Of mind consuming moods I gently wander in my remembrance And my spirit is renewed White snowflakes, they fall Crystal memories of joys Whispers, I recall Of the whitest voice Torn away are the remains Of saddened, il- willed cries A pristine inner warmth I obtain As my distress now dies Breaking all these constant habits These destructive heavy weights A recollection of nostalgic Days colours my grays

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.

“Don’t you fret”, murmur the winds of past decline, they say “Life’s no more than breath, and we, as living beings obtain The joy to share the warmth within us and our senses convey For but a twinkling of the eye of time, grasped before it fades” When I close my eyes I can still see you dance If I lift my lids, nought appears and swiftly takes your place And now sifting through my hands’ but a blowing breeze Too grim to evoke untrodden memories Why did it happen to me? Was it meant to be? Was my life intended for uncertainty and misery? Why is this pain pulling the strings of my anxiety? Deliver me Release me Voices of doubt, now be gone! “Hush my beloved, as we did not drift away Toss your worries aside, remove this fright Endeavour not to hide your feelings’ array Embrace the tenderness of our old delight” This agonizing remorse Is no way to live The void and the pit haunt my dreams Voices beckon me Torpor, rid me of my screams And undo my ties I drip life and touch you once more As my throbbing dies “I loved life, take no heed to pain Do not weep, as there’s no loss to mourn I’m the wind that blows against your hair I’m the sunlight gleaming in your dawn I linger here, in a place not far away I’m the bliss that in this music lies We shall meet, don’t rush off, don’t you stray I’m the ecstatic gladness in your smiles Sincere affection never dies”

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Ais un snea vorsbintenten, De eerda rüstet sich grüün Nakhont’ roote pöömelen Khearnt börfan loop un plüün Trüübe vallenten met mear Sneabassardar vun steeln, Bia voar, in liichte rendellen In ‘s mear khearnt gheen de beeln As bia de dinkh saint heveghe, ‘s iar tzooghenten üs mach, Vun morghende af abande Ba loofan tüüt dark tak De tzait in menschen maneden, Se machete noch iar khear, Dar man, an botta striirbet ar, Biar segan in nemèar Beldar man dar sterchoste Üs sicharn möchte an stunt, Un as met sölle lacha si, Bas Atrop hat gaspunt

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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Adorned with silver Witnesses of wisdom Sits the patriarch of longing Lorn, yet peace surrounding him He quakes not, he fosters The evading, elusive mind-sets As his gauge shapes the auburn piece Ligneous sculptures of denial to recall all of my sides Is the abduction of the egos ordinary if they collide? Caught by a new rough countenance, “look within me” sighed he (He) Sought in the rustling quivers of contours his calmest glee Wood carver, mask crafter Sculpt me a new guise Conceal torment, hide pride, affliction and craving Oak bender, tool master Cast boundless shadows of my being Over dusky wood shavings My abode is my asylum Smoke and embers Temper my solitude Still as ice Loud as storm Fortified as mountainous peaks In the clash of thoughts A rhythmic beat ignites The chisel of expression Strikes the wooden surface once more Is the common prejudice enough to sacrifice yourself? Try to identify your spirit and you are misunderstood What’s the logic of society if you can’t be, so you lie? If the judgment ‘s everlasting we’re all forced to falsehood All the faces that I wore, they’re constantly watching me Interaction is damnation and we struggle to get free Who am I? Is the world indeed a stage? Are our actions acted, faltered? Empty, scripted mask-reigned faces Whose shells take over the role of players

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025