Sorrowcrown
As in every quest of deeper purpose In this also, lies a reward of great wisdom I start my way to the Fortress In full vigor and integrity I notice the trail of shimmering stars Hear the familiar howling of wolves I am of them, my very essence is of this landscape In a long trodden path that circles through a forest My soul is eager to proceed When the black ravens buzz above me I begin to sense magic A projection, sinister yet mesmerizing appears before me It’s boney fingers reaches its throat and strangles In an eerie moment, it vanishes I am perplexed… A guardian, a warning for strangers? Strong mind prevails, and I continue In the ever darkening horizon I see the majestic black iron gate Gargoyles of lost time No ordinary storm is this powerful It is the cryptic magic that has existed Long before anything A long sigh, the final rest Gathering of strength And mesmerizing my grimoire Before opening the gate No traces of wolves that patrol this area Life has died here and only the stars witness The gate to the fortress opening Silence… Shadows spiral in the torchlight Echoes of a ritual crawl in the granite walls Breath freezes… No one has wandered these corridors In thousand lifetimes Darkness rules here, hiding in itself Infinite power, universes occult doctrine
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026
Moldy pages turn in a ghastly wind Flames lick the rotten bookshelves I am poisoned by the warding spell Mask of courage melts In a feverish struggle inside a horrid vortex Taste of blood before I succumb Ready to be consumed by the magic Ancient Fortress spirits… Where is this dreamy voice coming from? Hollow… whispering in the darkness Of my minds own labyrinth Command this skeletal flesh Rape this weaklings curiosity And let my soul wander forward… No wishes, no dreams A crippling sadness enshrouds me With a cloak of frozen razors Phantasmal sigils… flashing weird lights… Into oblivions comforting rest And back to the eternal malaise Tomes slam shut in the dark Scrolls burn and the whispers grow louder Conjured vines strangle me Dragging me into sinister shrine Molten silver… black iron emblems Chalice of knowledge… Chalice of the supreme Void… Haunting voice older than Time Nausea… When the chalice is raised to my lips Pale Doom
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>) The sacrilege of disturbing the Arcane While these chambers sleep in cold eternity
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026
A painful walk Survived from the abyss Scarred body, half-soul Eyes that witnessed madness The absolute nothingness The whirling freedom, the heart-jail These eyes no longer can observe But they can suffer and scream in silence… I have stopped by an Oak tree To tremble in horror and disgust The abyss scorns my sanctuary Every tear a dagger Through arteries, through senses In an attempt to continue Gather the gnawed remains of sanity I am reminded of the Void Hypnotic tones poison me Far away perhaps… Or behind me This is freedom, this is a chance To enter the light and be the master of myself The fortress of the Void from where I escaped Now fades into a mere memory I reach… A mirror appears from the Oak tree I laugh at the reflection But the mad laughter is the deepest despair Sorrow shatters the mirror I carve a crown with the blades
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026