Dragged to a Lunar Grave
A forest where my feelings emerge Where they will take me to my end Only if I deserve it, I will find it Then it is only showed with my agony The deeper into its darkness I go, the closer I am Every step is a knot in my rope With every sigh, a glimpse of satisfaction Invades me with drowning In a gallows tree I find my consolation In my drowned despair my tears arise And with them my liberation The prison vanishes at the same time as my life In a gallows tree I find my consolation A forest where my feelings emerge Where they will take me to my end
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
The weapon's created by the waning moon On the edge, the perdition Because this was forged with its weaknesses The moonlover always worships her So she gave him her condemnation Entrusting him her mortality Then he took the weapon Besotted by his power, he nailed the blade Spotted with her blood Disgusted, with her last strength she revenged Cursed for his act, dragged to the shadows The weapon's created by the waning moon On the edge, the perdition Because this was forged with its weaknesses Entrusting him her mortality Then he took the weapon With a lunar eclipse that will never disappear A wave of devastation She drowned all humanity in a vast darkness Where the light comes to die
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 17, 2026
Drowned in the ground forced to my sepulture. My revenge will be cruel and tortuous The portal of jailed hate is opened. Soon, the chaos of eternal darkness will reign. I will eat the sinful souls giving light to the reigning shadow. The stone prison trembles Resurrectio bastardorum And I am born with this song Resurrectio bastardorum My awakening has concluded The death pursuits them and with her I feed therefore opening the abyss of devastation My power's slowly incising the mortal flesh. Drowned in the ground forced to my sepulture. My revenge will be cruel and tortuous Folding their souls to regret their ephemeral existence until they only inhale their ashes.
Submitted by johnmansley — Aug 14, 2026
A temple where no soul lives Aunra cries on her altar. Breaking every glimpse of hope They cut her gelid wings. Frozen tears sprouting from her agony flooding her into an infamous desolation. Imploring compassion, she broke the silence of loneliness The cold of their souls crumbled its foundations. Infame cruelty old devotees desecrating her sanctuary There will be no more rest in lonely places. There will be no more light in frozen land. The collapsed heart's dying with her in every tearing scream. The wind will always howl her memory.
Submitted by johnmansley — Aug 14, 2026