Graveside
Curse of Wampyr Castle standing tall Frosted walls shining Under the moonlight Howls of his guardians Echo through the forest Curse of the ages The legend lingers on Terror of the night That haunts the villages below From the land of shadow The silent figure prowls A creeping terror The jaws of fate In the stench of graven crypts Damp, dark coffins lie In the earth of his kingdom Even death may die Strigoi The ancient curse Wampyr Harbinger of death Nosferatu Evil nevеr dies In the streets below Hе seeks his prey His hunger, insatiable A thirst to slay Strigoi The ancient curse Wampyr Harbinger of death Nosferatu Evil never dies Talons of death from above He draws his victim's final breath A monstrous creature Of unknown malevolent power Curse of Wampyr Curse of Wampyr
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 13, 2026
Born amongst screaming and pain Into a world of woe and lies A dark and twisted path she’ll tread Making pacts with gods of old The gods of old… Riding the night Bosom of lust, vessel of hate Leaves destruction in her wake Raising evil, Sheol rising Spellcraft wonder – eyes aflame Demonic magic of the ages Hell-born, witch spawn The fire burns within her soul Raising spirits of the dead Villagers rise against her But only once too late A stake now bears her body And consumes her in the flames She calls upon her dark lord To take her down below To his kingdoms they ride Through the night sky Weaving hexes in the night Anointed by the Dark One Demonic magic of the ages Hell-born, witch spawn She now reigns eternal As one with the flames Hell-born, witch spawn
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Solstice sacrifice Tomb-covered hills Above the valley First morning of this winter Dark storm clouds block the sun A cold wind blows from the north 13 stones in a circle stand Solstice sacrifice Like frozen druids of old Thunder rolls The priest goes out To a dance of ages crossed [?] A white and frail man steps forth This day must be his last 13 stones in a circle stand Solstice sacrifice Like frozen druids of old An offering to protect the clan He lays upon the altar The blade is drawn and thrust No cries erupt as the blood runs High-priest holds aloft the heart Steam rising, blood dripping Clan gathering round to devour! Solstice sacrifice!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
This track is instrumental.
“Ethereal lament fills the air, A symphony of melancholic despair!” In the heart of twilight’s chill, Lies a graveyard, silent and still, Where shadows dance amidst ancient stones And whispers echo, from an age unknown. In the moon’s ethereal glow Mossy tombs stand row by row Names eroded, lost to time The midnight hour’s bells now chime. Creaking branches tell haunting tales, As the wind sighs through spectered veils The soil holds secrets, buried deep Where the forgotten souls forever sleep. Damp night air breathes an eerie mist, Cloaking the graves with a spectral twist Moonbeams illuminate weathered graves To possess and wake the nocturnal slaves. Decrepit melancholy! Beneath the gnarled and ancient trees, Echoes of past sorrows and pleas Symphony of whispers in the night A chorus of lost souls seeking light. This is decrepit melancholy! So tread lightly on this hallowed ground Where spirits wander, lost and bound For in this old spooky graveyard’s domain The veil between worlds shall forever remain. Decrepit melancholy… In the moon’s ethereal glow Mossy tombs stand row by row Names eroded, lost to time The midnight hour’s bells now chime.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Magus, watcher of mortals Clairvoyant to the dead Gaze into the crystal Divining shadows of tomorrow Stars predicting the path to walk Prepare for coming ancestral maze Ancestral maze Halfway human, more of a god The future burns in my mind Dealing the cards of fate The tarot laid out to see Foretelling of sorrow and death Haha! The swords of Damocles The cards laid out to see [?] Halfway human, more of a god The future burns into my mind Studying the stars above Heavenly bodies seal our fate The coming tides of war and death They’ll realize far too late Magus, watcher of mortals Clairvoyant to the dead Venture through the portal To tell of what is to come Harbinger of tomorrow’s end…
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Spirit of the woodland Amidst the trees at night A sylvan phosphorescence Malignant ancient sprite Enchanting passing travellers To follow unknown trails This siren of the woods Entrances with her wails Black soil of the martyrs Soaked with the blood of ages Do not wander! Pay heed! The warnings of the sages This land demands a sacrifice To free this blooded earth The continuance of Evil Depends on rebirth Black soil of the martyrs Soaked with the blood of ages Do not wander! Pay heed! The warnings of the sages Spirit of the woodland Amidst the trees at night A sylvan phosphorescence Malignant ancient sprite Hear the music echo This morbid symphony Singing only to bewitch you To suicidal apogee Black soil of the martyrs Soaked with the blood of ages Do not wander! Pay heed! The warnings of the sages
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026
Whom here is buried? We cannot know Where once were roses Tree roots grow A fallen cross All that remains The name now worn Through years of rain What was their life that led to this? Forgotten souls, by no one missed How is it so they passed from mind Just a footnote of mankind The unknown grave: “Do not forget me!” Mortal remains Are all that lasts In the future days Of years long past Your name will fade Like weathered stone They dug their graves Now dig your own
Submitted by Cyberwaste — May 10, 2026