Impious Battlefields
Through the stargate from the most absolute darkness The lord of the throne of skulls appeared Master of the lonely souls fallen in battle. Guardian of the flaming impious doors Where dark aureoles used to draw shapes of dead warriors. Restless shadows that drew shapes mournful Never ending howls mystified the castle Warriors that full of hate and revenge Awaited the sound of the horn and the drums Spirits full of pain and torture wandered in the silent night waiting for the call of the warlord. Spectres that reflected the hatred and suffering from he ancient battles Where the storms of death razed entire villages before blood staining the forests of devastation
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
Moribund with the snow over my face and the mouth frozen by pain When my spirit wanders through the fog a black hole opens in the cold winter land. Demonic hordes arise from the depths of the abyss to destroy the light of the weak ones. Piercing cries announce the land of the Christians death lying on a pestilent floor of putrefaction. In the pagan land they will behold the holy heart uprooted and sent through the black hole. Forced to fight for the evil force leaving the glory to join the dark Like the last clan of the mountain which was persecuted and extinguished by enemies.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Black sky was burning with the flames of the souls, winds of destruction whipping the north. Supreme might of darkness in my wicked soul, supreme might of darkness in my bloody soul. A sign in the north, the battle becames, I will show the doom and hate.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Drawn on a parchment between the caves of Oarri Hidden among beeches was the castle of the mysterious tower. Ghostly shadows on swift horses crossed the forests of Zalgo. Spirits condemned to ride for eternity towards the astral dawn of war as the warriors of the apocalypse from the deepest shades unlock the doors of evil road not to return anymore where the battle has no end. Storms of fire come out from the abyss of the earth with the sound of he horns in the darkness of the night. Cries of death come defeating the enemy in honour of the ancestors
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026