Eclipse of the Black Sun
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Underneath the moonlit sky Where shadows dance and spirits fly Echoes of an ancient cry Awake the souls of those who die The call of the black eagles In the night, they soar and scream A symphony of darkness Guiding us to realms unseen Through the forests dark and deep Where secrets lie and whispers creep The spirits of the night shall keep Their silent vigil as we sleep
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the heart of the battlefield, where darkness reigns supreme, Where the clash of steel and cries of pain create a haunting dream, There stands a warrior, forged in iron and in fire, Bound by ancient blood rites, fueled by his desire. Iron warrior, born of blackened skies, Bathed in blood and sacrifice, he never dies. With sword in hand and fire in his eyes, He marches on, under moonlit skies.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Amidst the ruins of a forgotten realm, Where shadows dwell and darkness overwhelms, A chorus of the damned begins to rise, Echoing through the void, piercing the skies. Eternal cries of triumph, from the depths they call, A hymn of defiance, as the empires fall. Through fire and chaos, they shall endure, In the heart of darkness, forever pure. Beneath the moon's cold gaze, they gather here, The chosen ones, devoid of mortal fear. Their souls ablaze with infernal might, They march towards the dawnless night.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the land where darkness reigns supreme, Where the cold winds whisper and the shadows gleam, A kingdom of eternal night, where the dead shadows roam, And the echoes of their anguish pierce the silence of the tomb. Reign of the dead shadows, blackened skies above, A kingdom of despair, where hate and sorrow thrive. In the realm of the damned, where the lost souls abide, The darkness reigns eternal, and the shadows never die.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the heart of the ancient kingdom, Where the spirits of the past roam free, A legion of darkness arises, To reclaim their rightful destiny. Ancient kingdom's kommando, rise from the crypts below, Marching forth with vengeance, in the moon's unholy glow. With ancient spells and rites, they shall conquer and command, For they are the chosen warriors, Forged in the fires of chaos, Their armor blackened by the night, They march with relentless fury, To restore the kingdom's might.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026