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Old things and abandoned Remains of ended lives Ruins of human destinies Gathered up for it's fuel Obscure remembrance Of all things past Time of celebration And a time of great sorrow Time to feast and rejoice But also to bare the grudge Blood by blood, wound by wound Suomalainen juhannus

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Gaze into the hateful blue The eyes of uncaring cold Driven deep into your mind Forever loathing you Depressed at your words Sickened by your thoughts Strangled in the human flesh yes scars are keys are scars Rubbing gun-powder In the wounds Not much sense in this world All that of nature is raped And you still remain prosperous Gaze into the hateful blue The eyes of uncaring cold Driven deep into your heart Forever making you sick

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Vituttaa Vituttaa Vituttaa Vituttaa Tapan itseni Tapan itseni

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

There used to grow moss On this rock and on those firs Darkness used to comfort Under their branches Between those cliffs A creek once streamed Its water too cold For lips to touch Behind the heavy clouds A sun used to shine Bright as its wintry gleam Reflecting from melting ice In the barren hut on the shore The rain now drums the roof In silence I mourn Of the loss on my kin What has become of this land When was the spirit slain Where now stand the ancestral shrines Why was the heritage abandoned That which once flourished Must now in ruins lie But from this wretched soul Old ways never die

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

In this deep, wet cave Buried from all human thought I silently wait For my master's call I do not care For the earthly pleasures Of humanity I couldn't care less I couldn't care less The human morals Abandoned since ages The surge within Left nothing behind Along with the unseen I shall rise From ruins to victorious triumph My time is yet to come I do not care For the earthly pleasures Of humanity I couldn't care less I couldn't care less Couldn't fucking care The human morals Abandoned since ages The surge within Left nothing behind Along with the unseen I shall rise From ruins to victorious triumph My time is yet to come

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

For decades now These pools have served As mass graves For my sacrifices In the spring My senses awake And I greet The blessed souls Of those that I have chosen Selected from the ranks Of mediocrity This is the pit That I have dug Here is where I drink ...and drown Here I nourish The sheep's heart During the tides With moon's passion I have quenched my hunger again Now wandering amidst the crystal lakes The journey has no direction The soul is already home

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Walking with my frozen thoughts Embraced by despair I sought for Calling for the final gates But will they let me in? Seeking for the timeless tree Whose branches never yield She's beared the age of a century She can bare my mortal weight The oak and the rope With tears in my itching eyes Howling dreams are chasing me Back to live, to see another day But I refuse to hope again

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Winter clouds hover low Shaking hands with the mist One gray alliance (of) Nature's mystic charm Over the home in the woods Silence has landed Poetry of the wretches So pale and cold Freezing atmospheric view Over ice-covered lake The trees are struggling hard To carry all the snow Over the house in the woods Silence has landed Poetry of the wretches So pale and cold White, towering icicles Formed by the rising steam A warm reminder From gaps in the soil

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

The sun shares its last rays a river bathes under the spell A piece of bark floats across the rocks as a starling bids farewell She sinks behind the tree tops and the starling takes his leave The piece of bark floats onwards 'til a lake so cool and deep Surrounded by a ghostly mist the old bark now stands still A choir of nightly birds sing their lullaby until... A clan of men in iron Make their way along the shore Of steel and shining armour The trees stand still in awe Yet another human herd Their end this night shall meet But the piece of bark cares not When sinking into the deep The moon now appears in the sky above the woods The blood of weakling peasants nourishes the roots An old pine at the river bank once again his skin sheds A piece of old, dry bark drops to the river bed The pale moon still glimmers the river bathes under the spell A piece of bark floats across the rocks as the night bids farewell as the night bids farewell

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Blazing winter fires Unforgiving frost Snow blinds the eyes That seek for light Hopes are suffocated Under a pillow of ice Every breath a razorblade Carving in the lungs Born to bare the legacy Born of stronger blood Stubborn customs of pride Heritage of honorable men Both sword and greed Have drowned the wisest of men Hiding the rage inside Never uttering the miseries Blazing winter fires Forever north

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Starlight flickering A fire in the night Human misery The ultimate source of strength Peripheral glimmering Of the growing flames Hibernation Veins hot with eternal blood The subtle sound Pyre crackling Drifts of snow Slowly melting away And returning to ice Surrounded by steam Inhaling nocturnal fog Beasts howling at the moon Nature buried under snow Breathing silently Under the frost Under the frost Hibernation Might veiled for centuries Sleeping with passion and patience To be once awakened By malicious call Of a starless eternity An entity free of form Darkness without breath

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

A twig cracks in silence The sun draws below the horizon The whispers among the trees Unheard by plugged years Night's wisdom In the owl's eye A glimmering spark Watching over the lands No action, no thought Undetected by its stare Mesmerizing, everlasting The knowledge is sinking in Night's wisdom In the owl's eye A glimmering spark Watching over the lands For eras of man's kin The nocturnal hunter has reigned Supreme in wisdom With knowledge of grief to come Reflection of the full moon In the owl's eye A glimmering spark In the freezing forest In the heart of the wild One can hear the call Blood running faster now Listening to the funeral bells...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

When the sun no longer sets When the air is warm through the night When the midnight fires burn When the tribes will gather When the knives will shine again When the words of hate will spring When the night is white When the morning never comes When the dreams are all disturbed White night

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025