Into the Chasms of Lunacy
The glorious wars of the past have gone, all the ancient gods have wandered, leaving their sons behind, to defend their heritage With blood, pride and honour We are the Warriors of past !
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Suddenly a vast shade from the nowhere Obscured me,a long forgotten stone warrior, Sitting on the spire of a pristine cathedral The pale light of the moon was dancing Balefully on his grotesque kisser I remained rooted to the spot With fear to mill my heart I felt he was in motiom With his howling wings untold And his wicked arms outstretched to swoop me in the night Gargoyle My sheer mind was ripped by the vamps of dismay, whilst I was to awake That the phantasm carved of stone was just standing motionless But his numbing stare on me was exhortatory Although all remainging stand still The stone guardians of the world beyond Were singing by the moonbeams They mourned for the dead With their grievous chant Were guarding olden shrines Of the long by - gone yores Gargoyle (All of the weak has fallen that night, Fallen,into the chasms of lunacy...)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
My flaming soul is fed Upon the sober fact of war In order to be able to defend himself Against humanity The closeness of battlefield's clamour Arouses the sanguinary lust in me Only this can mean my ascension ! Strenghthened by the might of nature... My fiery,bellicose soul, Shall triumph over the living ! Before the devasting clash, I must prepare fused with the cosmos My Brethren ! Only us,the forsooth Superior ones can emerge of them ! Our fiery,bellicose souls, The only existing !
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A cosmic journey into the emptiness, through the waves of the solar nebulah Flying voiceless into the void, the journey never ends Hibernated dream...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Blood ought to have drunken Owing to I'm thirsting And now the nightmare returns The fire's blazing, The caribou's standing in a narrow hutch With rope woven of guts on it's neck, Waiting for a gracious death Tightens the tie, Muddle fear in it's eyes, Fear of unspeakable dread Now the tie gets loose,allows the hand There's no salvation,no shelter ! For sixty - one days by now lasts The dread.the mpmentary A deep breath & the tie tightens again There's no human clemency The dolur springs up seven times The tie gets loose seven times The hope rises seven times And it learns to die seven times For sixty - one days by now lasts The dread,the Human
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Restless drift in a haunted castle Entering a passage,on which's other side a shade is disappearing in the nowhere... You want to follow that phantom but cannot reach it The feelings of total desolation within the womb of the whirling nothing... Everything you touch becomes lifeless Everything you see is altering it's form Everything you hear is silent You can never escape from the embrace of the castle...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026