Cascades of Crimson Cruor
A man way past his time A life not lived in vain Now death awaits at the door He has grown acquainted with pain His vitality now waned These memories now fogged In the wake of death, he lies in bed As he reflects, a smile forms across his jaw His vitality now waned The memories now fogged In the wake of death, he lies in his bed Engulfed by nothing, his life now gone Mind contorts His soul now shaken Fantastic blur Vision returns But now in spirit Where has he gonе Sees beyond Mortality He's Mystified Now his ghost Starts to trеmble Petrified Mind contorts His soul now shaken Vision returns But now in spirit Sees beyond Mortality Now his ghost Is petrified Halls of souls writhe in mass The violent whispers of the damned An invitation to join their dance Overwhelm his sense of dread Now bereft of his humanity His spectral instinct takes hold Conforming with the tortured The wriggling choir, a vortex of horror The will of hades usurps all man His wish is for eternal torment
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
Invoking the spirit of deadly rage The words of prayer, inspiring hate Blood of my enemies, will rest on my sword A brutal sacrifice, merciless gore A altar ornamented with flesh and bone A gift to thy, that I shall bestow Carry the sacrifice, bring them forth Grant me the power to subdue the earth A plea waas heard, and an answer shall follow Devotion to the gods will be rewarded I grant to thee a vicious power To obliterate and conquer your enemy Thеir blood shall run - Like an effigy Their bodiеs shall burn Tyrannical leader now gathers the proselytes Feeding their minds with malicious rhetoric No one resists, they fear his majesty The fortune of one fosters numerous tragedy Morale decrease Some end their lives just to feel a release Mud and disease The oppressor won't let them mourn their deceased Enmity flows The will of their master perpetually imposed Whipped an starved Abuse of power, threats of great harm Tyrannical leader now gathers the proselytes Feeding their minds with malicious rhetoric No one resists, they fear his majesty The fortune of one fosters numerous tragedy Brave souls within foster rebellion Congregation of the tortured, soon they will rise Scheming revolution, a covert plan The restless will resist, striking down their liege At night they invade, catch him in his slumber They tie him to his bed, leaving him encumbered He calls upon his guards, reduced to a weep Little did he know he made wolves out of his sheep Stripped now of regality, his powers leave They begin to castrate him his manhood now will cease A last resort effort he prays to this god again But this god of war is the one that ended his reign In this turn of fate, the peasants rejoice They all drink and feast, garments full of blood Since they have only known the tyrants rule Their customs develop into something cruel In the midst of their barbaric society Rises another burtal tyrant Subjecting them to the same punishments The cycle of evil never ends
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
Deep within the coniferous forest Lies a strange stone carved with etchings A landmark to the forgotten hollow underneath Where the heinous cult gathers for their rites They gather in robes, forming a circle The ritual of the blood grotto A seething flame amidst the cave Fuels their ill devotion Offerings to a strange god The ritual of the blood grotto The fumes release from the pyre Makеs them fall into trance Deep within the conifеrous forest A strange cult gathers for their rites They gather in robes, forming a circle The ritual of the blood grotto A seething flame amidst the cave Fuels their ill devotion A sacrifice must be made The ritual of the blood grotto The vigor of a human soul Must be fed to their ravenous god Armed with sharpened blades They tread across the woods Approaching the lights on the open To find their ill destined prey A group of ragged peasants Asleep around a flame They slit their throats save for one Who shall be tied and dragged to the caave Awekened by the stomping and chating Bound by chains to a stonework altar He writhes and squirms in horror A useless attempt to escape An artey slashed with a ritual blade The blood flows into the mold Boiling and sizzling, a crimson vapor That shall bring their god to corporeal form An evil released unbound By his followers, a group of fools The god now roams, fulfilling his with To let mankind meet its doom
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
A ghastly night Above the lake, a sinister fog A fisher sees a light A radiant blaze shimmering bright Now alert The fortune desired is his to unearth But he's not without doubt Fearing the ripples forming around Retreat into the village Spreading the rumor, of sunken treasure Gathering bands of the poor His motives yet to be seen A scheme was formed in his mind Throw them off board, leave them to drown So the treasure shall be unguarded And free to claim as his own A sharp wind blows upon the mast A storm catches them by surprise The first stone to be cast The sins that will lead them all to die They barely reach the flame Withered by scathing wind As the peasants flock around this patch of lake The man pushes them in Grasped by umbral tentacles They're swallowed into the dark His only chance to get treasure He dives underneath the light An ancient chest, ages past Revealed in great splendor The treasure glows, his gaze transfixed Unaware of his imminent doom A futile effort, to leave with the chest As an unssem limb clenches his leg Unable to resist, the force of this entity He is dragged to unknown depths
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
In the dark depths of the city Lies a forgotten race Persecuted and forgotten Virtually replaced Not of any beauty Or any prestige Subjected outcasts By the town's liege Discontentment brews in the shadows The scornful eyes of the neglected The piercing gazes not noticed by common folk Their wrath exceeds their despair The siege begins... Having lived amongst humans Memories of their ridicule remain The countless persecutions Scapegoats for their crimes The endless executions of their people all in vain They festered in the sewers In poor health and low spirits Living amongst the trash of their oppressors This unforgibable degradation will not go unpunished No opportunity ambitions put to rest Any flicker of hope could not begin to manifest They forgo their slavehood Learning from the masters Fickle human condition Their pride will cause their own disaster Attack Clogging their waste system The city cannot remain clean One by one they turn sickly Contracting deadly disease After weakening their targets The creatures crawl out from the shadows Their spite fostering unbearable appearances Faces of mockery turn to gazes of horror Clawing faces off human victims They're then thrown into waste Gangrenous sores spread across their bodies Some they keep fresh for their feasts No remorse for their ruthless massacre Cruelty is all that they have known They slaughter men women children Decayed to nothing but bones
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
The eternal knights march In pristine armor Some of steel Some of marble Glistening blades Sharpened with Utmost precision Slices through bones Attacking every city Their eternity endures Marching through the ruins Of the cities they had burned They live only to kill Their purpose will be serve Perpetuity has waned their humanity Now mere clones destined to destroy This cycle will eventually eradicate All in their path, bringing a dying world As they pillage city to city, they do not Pride themselves, only lust for more No remorse, they feel as they kill Every man and woman, who resist Their mighty force, shall meet their end They have fucked everybody The eternal knights march In pristine armor Some of steel Some of marble Glistening blades Sharpened with Utmost precision Slices through bones
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026