De doden hebben het goed

Crippled wings and dragging feet. Moving towards the place I dare not seek. As the darkness that springs from me, like night over day, falls over the land I once wish(ed) to reign. Blood bounds the 12 circles while I am left behind. Bowed down to receive. Kept down and renounced. When knees and soil equal in filth. Time has come for blood to be spilt. Veins run dry. Lungs turn black. I will pray for us, one last time. On harps of gold with strings of air. I will play for you, only once, The song that Life itself could not bear.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The glass is broken. The knives are out. Where voices are trembling, there's nowhere/ no will to hide. Never undone. Never unsaid. In time confined but forever condemned. As one, we reach out. As one, we abide. On the first day coming, the blood will be denied. The last-born child, martyr of spite. On the first day coming, he will be denied. From Brother to ghost. From Brethren to past. To nothing. To never. No more.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

In solace and pain, I've been trying to hold. White light, shifting to grey. In solace and pain. I fade. In hope and despair. I fade. Only prayers remain. Hear me and see. A shade, I long to be. I fade. Father, grant me my three nails. Force fed faith/fate and wishes come through. No stars will fall. No wars will end. Father, grant me my three nails. And nothing will change. I fade.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Lit the halo and mount the nimbus. Fall by the land of plenty. Life abide, Death receive. Ascend the chariot. Float trough the ceiling. Bearer of scythe come. Come forward, eternal thief. To oblivion consigned. Your being, sanctified. In the hollow of your hands, You have carried mine.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025