Dead Hymns
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Morning light vanquishes the night on the hollowed and deserted fields/ Only thing that stands out is the monument of religious yield/ Tale from town tells the myths to fend off the curious minds/ But if none won't heed the threath, the life of carefree mind dies/ For a while tale has brought about controlled fear for order as deemed/ Yet still among those remains the ones that will defy the warnings they all so fear/ Later at night the curious ones arrives in form of innocent childs/ Long have pondered about the cross, is it full of truth or lies?/ For to reveal the answer they seek, it requires an unthinkable deed/ While prepared in mind and soul, face their wrath unforeseen/ And thus, the cross has been removed and the omen for the children is inbound/ Chill atmosphere has taken over land, the end for them is at hand/ From the fields of haunted rises the spirits of the damned They showed their intent with laughter so mild/ in response, the horrored minds steps slowly backwards while gradually the panic and fear conquers their mind/ The Spirits of malicious minds begins to hunt the poor ones to bring the judgement for the disturbance/ Morning comes once again, vanished have spirits and children/ mothers seek with worried shouts, only to find hollow answer/ Soon the horror races one's mind; the cross, it has been removed/ Gone they are as forewarned to be the spirits with eternal curse/
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
In the land yet to be discovered by men our travel began with determined hike/ Snow this fierce won't hinder the goal for the knowledge we shall learn/ In furthest civilization before the unknown we refreshed for hardships in our travel/ The norther we go, the grimmer the land gets even so, we face challenge with triumph/ We climbed the slopes in ease with vigor so great to feel euphore/ Sanity for us in other hand In these ravenous blizzards will break apart/ The land before us is ominous for it's right/ Never will be known if we truly make out alive/ Night fell whilst making our trek we saw fit to stay in tent for that time/ Rest for fatigue and soreness that ailed the crew from challenging task/ But one of us fell in curious illness: strength and the heat multiplied from rage/ And then, violence erupted by this ailed one we needed to flee from upcoming carnage/ We escaped with our lives from certain death and hoped the ailed won't find us/ Then I've come to realize unforgiving wild with no means to stand it's hazards/ Many of us have fled direction unknown yet I sense someone else nearby/ Dare I not to look the face of this shadow for then it might be the last face I'll ever see/ Cold swallows in my carcass yet warm and soon, the last remaining light will be gone/ For final moment I watch back with regret and remember my last thoughts for eternity/ Then land before us was ominous for it's right/ Will it be ever known that we never made out alive?/ No they fucking never made out alive!/
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
I have come my lovely wife where you were last seen alive/ Moments of few have passed world by still in my heart your memories remain/ Your time then was almost at it's end silently, you left from your cruel life/ You even left me, your husband eternal, without knowing intent so vile/ To the swamp you left to bury yourself as the pain inside you has grown too much/ I've come again my lovely wife the place like last where I miss you so/ Not many moment have passed by since loss of you still torments my soul/ For all relavites keeps their distance; even the great one has forsaken me/ Now has vanished remaining hope to your side in death I wish to flee/ Will the haunting sorrow in me subside, if I take my leave to my dead wife's side?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
With care tread in these halls, you'll meet silhouette of the dead the ones whose ends was most of gruesome/ Convicted for the crimes with words worth not to name for them the punishment was due to come/ The first one mug the victims with a blade on their throats/ even with success, his story wouldn't be told/ The crime of the other was so gory to hear;/ cut their patience for pleasure and their fear/ Arson was the third's hobby with value the most/ the whole world felt his love with the cost/ Latest was tried for his terrible crime;/ the taste on the offsprings in their earliest ripe/ Punishment for these unhuman crimes can only be paid with death/ Methods for deed was in creative mind for executioner at it's best/ Death for them was in time either slow or fast to meet and thus in full their crimes was paid/ Yet within dungeon hall were too filled with falsed crimes they too shared their fate with wrongdoers the same/ Sinfuls deceased so they sprited away, but the undeserving remained here/ The souls we see in these halls lingers here with excrucitating hate/
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
On the icy landscapes she travels her pilgramage/ to find a way to cure this curse that plagues the mind and body of hers/ There is one solution that might exist; forgotten powerful medicine/ this poor girl sets to find this cure, even if it's for her demise/ Drum of the witch echoes for the cursed one/ accompanied with wind from the icy north/ Same wind howls from the witch's side/ for intent to slow poor girl's drive/ If the pain within girl won't subside/ then through the eternal torment she will die/ The haunt for the girl gives no ease/ even with all the pain and scream/ Where she's now, there is no help/ so any longer there she will not remain/ No medicine in her homeland was found, witch was aware with the mocking laugh/ "For me to find peace for my soul, to south I travel as I leave my home"/ Filled with hope she set a sail and destination to south's on it's way/ The haunt for the girl gives no ease/ even with all the pain and scream/ Where she's now, there is no help/ so any longer there she will not remain/ So she leaves behind her home, filled with hill and northern lights/ there will be no return to home until the plague from witch dies/ But from afar girl hear witch's echo "Poor girl, all is for naught/ My spell in power is unmatched and thus, curse remains forever/
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026
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