Forgotten Sunrise

(PROLOGUE) By the last Caress of light I wander threw shattered Horizons Far below the scorched land Whilst a new dawn overcomes Engulfing the fainted stars (THE ASTRAL DREAD) As twilight unfurled its lament To those of the wailing cosmos Castaway from mourning ordained Vast oceans in dominant spoil (RETRIBUTION) He destined his peoples tragedy At the claws of the heathens befoul Overshadows the brightest star Desolation is the wielder of might (TORMENTATION) In a shower of gold we fall With an illusion of crumbling galaxies I shant not pity the heavens For they shant not pity me...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Horrific in its majesty, Athwart the temples of earth, "How mighty shall you stand ?" long after the screams have died. Misery hold high its steel, Quenched in the blood of many. A revelation to the forlorn, conquering winds have whispered of the weaker race, Banished in the holocaust flames. Infinite begins the second reign, and petrified tears have shed, Look from the agony at hand Yours is the darkest fate. I've gazed upon their suffering in my minds eyes obscure A crumpled fortress not to desire Expulsion of futility With torture to endure Exact upon the fury of ages Crawl from the loam which you lie, Submission holds its new form, tyranny In an era of black, Lurk with a menace untold. Sacrosanctity prevails all men.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Overthrown on this funeral night, Entranced were the statues bleeding eyes Supreme in the absence of soul it is you I loathe to conjure Renounce thy sacrilege to nature, Domineering hordes have plundered, This futile plain known as paradise Infernus you speak as the oracle, Lurid desecration's smother their torches gleam. Purification with the elements reveals ones destiny, threw flesh yearn the portals black embrace, Consecration is the lure of existence. Till dusk of the spectral sleep The sign of Akrabu looms sepulchral calm, of all that fled the upper worlds, chained forever in the sea below the seas, Consecration is the scorn of resurrection...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Almighty twilight, Summon thee before You slumber beneath murky skies, it breathes the hour of our birth My Grimlord speakth threw me the spirit in pure, is the fruit of immortality from whence the flesh we conquer, My Grimlord speakth through me High hangs the scarlet moon, for that which roams by night, your essence stirs them from thy morbid chapels And we of the earth and heavens (Akhkharu) And we of the wind and sea, (Bringer of plagues) Shall burn away what once prevailed... Sanctity uncoils the feathered serpent Till dusk of the spectral sleep When eternity bled the never-ending silence Nocturnium rose from its Sabbatical ruin, Blind to the sight of cruciform, Devoid of life and soul forevermore, The Darkling lord is with thee We drink with the horde of wolves to harvest the most precious blood Nocturnally embody the weak of soul For a conquest of ages to feed the Doomstone empire The Darkling lord is with thee...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

There after the fallen praise, it faded with the final sunset Christ your wounds burn deep, With each dying faith, The strong Will cleanse its earthly form Mezmeazma you bring new life Their dirge deafens all... And the claws of Armageddon unfurl Mezmeazma you bring new life

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Beyond the Mystifying glow They ride for the power Clouded in this profane rapture For the last of the glory of humanity Can we rule this fury? By the dominion of tomorrow I close My eyes, the hordes have come to free us Speak to me thy name, Sinisieris, he Unsheathed the glory of his wand Their plea is silenced forevermore Horned in this dark infinity, a shadow at the caverns aflame. They ravage the stone upon which they Sleep, Neo-Devils forces unleashed, they greet Our existence, drain into thee Across the hills trample silver paths The 61st beast once knew the power With cloak and fire our new sorcerer Breathed forth, the many faced spirit Lunged from the altar. A dominion under Eternity's reign. Deep waters of Magon swell With no inferior flame, Torches once burned bright Nightfall ceased the vision, Ruins in the unsilent, Plains. The crowned entity pounds his mighty winds. We clash like the raping of angels Speak to me thy name, Sinisteris He unsheathed the glory of his wand.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Today I found the real reason we fight. I shine my gun before we deploy. The sky glow above me while the ground shakes below. The moon in fullness guide us tonight. I am paralyzed by its yellowish stare. Lined for about a mile the Steeds approach. Thier hooves pound across our land. Restless... My mind must focus on the enemy. My weapon gleams in the melancholy light. The horizons emit a brimstone glow. It lights the Dark Cold Night. Riders clad in black with leather mail. Horse's eyes red and smoke funnel's from thier muzzles. The trees melt away as they come. WE HATE Entrenched the fire destroys the enemy. Blasts slam the earth. The snow falls. Over-run, I lay on the ground until the view leaves my eyes.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

With, shadows at one, by the Wolfsbane bloom This grim season Autumn come, Melancholia strangled. Once fertile soils, Captive in the Deities web. A new lord was born, not of the serpent Nor the Dove, heavens abandon forbids the glow, inferior to its essence. Zastras descended in that mighty shape, crushed were the victims of belief. Child of night, Howl at Nanna's gaze Frozen were the forests where they stood entranced. Show us of the portal, from which burns Our desire, forever the Catacombs cry. When he beckons from the third palace. Desolate stars cease to shine, long since unorthdox rule. Artuk Nurazuk screamed, from below the restless sea. Splendorous dawn, you have long since passed But your end is but the way of the weeping Rose, fear not its savage grace, for the darkness Has eyes, to many his minions have befallen. Aakbal called to the storms which in turn blackened the snow. Reveal what has loomed for centuries It is he who bears the diadom within that somber gaze He has spoken threw many nightmares The Empress shed her spectral gloom, curse not This realm untouched by light, tremors At the break of dusk. The blind heathen broke from its chains. Homage it given with the sullen rain. To many his minions have befallen.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025