The Sleeping Sun

My face pressed against the earth I heard the chorus of the leaves. Within the whistling gale a hoarse mother's shriek took shape And oh how he rejoiced behind that door overgrown. Bellowing in a sickly enfeebled tone The ashen smoke fills my body as my screams reach no further than his doorstep I waited and waited for the shackles to unbind The winds begin to crack my skin Still I lie in desolation Speak of the weeping the wailing song of anguish ever present in the atmosphere Acceptance heaves me through a whirlwind of tragic cinemas that repeat and extend Death looms over every corner of this keep Overseen by the weeping watcher Still I lie in desolation Speak of the weeping the wailing song of anguish ever present in the atmosphere Forbid me not from discovery For it is redemption that I seek The horrors behind this door haunt me still. There lies behind the bloodline hanged alive damned to suffocation Damned to look on as the birds chew upon their frantic kin Open the sky If this is true, then I relinquish the blood and the salt Come forth looming raven Speak of the weeping the song of anguish The winds begin to crack my skin carrying with them the ashes of the slain Never does the sun set with their cries absent Eating every soul that spills upon the black carpet that sits behind the crimson gate Cold Dead Hands Now Fold

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

I have cast a deathless shade upon my adversaries Man and God have tried to take the will I hold They have come and they have failed Crushed within the palm of my unrelenting hand I am what surrounds the observable universe for I am unseen and targeted like a deer to a bear Stalked since birth beneath the winter sun Yet what does the sky reveal today? A dry, dripping sun asleep and never to be awoken by the kiss of alignment There is a death on the horizon sitting visible There is a death on the horizon sitting visible and palpable its presence The forever anticipated death of the sun has come And I will grip this deathless shade with the life of a billion stars I have become the unseen overseer

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Life is lost The blood sits cold and it circles the stone floor beneath me I awoke on the nether side of that deafening well And whilst the coward's clock spun further into the beast's unyielding jaws I lay comatose in inscrutable wars for ages, for ages Below this bloodied floor churns a biting frost When will this end? And when will they die? When will they die? The scorner's cloth wrapped tightly around my shoulders I sit starved and set to feast upon the weak that roam that distant land The glowing fawn sits trembling circled by wolves starved and betrayed Rise Hold Starve Innocent yet symbolic of the suffering cast upon their weathered claws Petrified before the snarling salivating beasts

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I have stained this land with blood Knowing not the effects the drought nor the black. Restore life to this barren land In the first hideous seconds arriving in this place of darkness, the whistling and whispers arose. Soon after rose the unquenchable flames. The unquenchable flames which enveloped the sound and muted the calls. Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash, I will find my way out of the raging circle. From the Hymns I have strayed. And on the darkest shore... And in the death of me I will. I will Unaltered by the scorching winds and heaps of ash, I will find my way out of the raging circle. And on the darkest shore, I will obtain an undying presence Undying presence Do you hear it? The symphony of pain The crashing of waves and the glitter of rain. It surrounds us as we sleep but overwhelming is it's hold. For there is no escape whether woken or adrift into that hellish dream. There is no escape. The tides rise to obscure the moonlight gleam. I will not lay motionless in the heart of the wildfire. Through searing skin and blaring cries this war will not bring forth my end. When the clocks strike upon my escape there will be a looming nightfall above the heads of the wicked. A vengeance so cold it cripples their legs and makes paste of their bodies. The beast and the hunter. Let me live Let me die Let me hold the one divine I just want to go where the rain falls from the highest. Let me live Let me die Let me hold the one divine I just want to go where the rain falls

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

For I am the unquenchable river, the undying will I am incorruptible The unquestionable shadow The eternal breath of insatiable hunger Never to be crushed beneath the heel of a world baying for the quietus of my vitality I have slain everything, every hunter in my path What gives life to belief that you could cling to life Standing across from me pointing your rusted daggers I will lay waste to each of you And revel in your subjugation Who holds that knife? Cutting all life from their light You all have died Living lies The spreading blight Running out of time You all have died You can send me anyone Just send no one you want back How do we clean this fucking mess? I will meet you across the gate I will see you rest in blood floating before our starving king Now drink the wines that spill from the open throats of the lowly court What is the price of your heads? Now should we be so fortunate? They will forget how to speak, and I will take their tongues They will forget how to see, and I will take their eyes They will forget their blood The tunnel swallows all You will bring death to all who follow you

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025