Through the Gates of Dead Sun
My entire life devoted to the only Lord, Dark King of Abyss and snowy peaks. Stands on His throne of suffering, With a crown made of ice and pain. Through the frozen plains of lands I traveled But every new bleeding wound Made my heart more cold. Each day that passes I’m closer to death, Where body and soul are separated. But today is not the day of the glorious End, Today is the day to fill with blood my hands. For the glory of the Black Lord, His figure in the darkness, I’ll fight another battle, I’ll win another war. For the glory of the Dark Lord And His crown of winter I lash out at my enemies Scornful and fearless. The comlete darkness surrounds me, Everything seems lost between blood and blind pain When I see a black figure crowned by a radiant glow His crown of winter, I get up and I win another war. For the glory of the Black Lord, His figure in the darkness, I’ll fight another battle, I’ll win another war. For the glory of the Dark Lord And His crown of winter I lash out at my enemies Scornful and fearless.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Along the path that took me here To face my fears and my anguish, Just one step to decide my fate, A step to the Northern Mountains! Northern Mountains! Northern Mountains! The air is so cold, and unbreathable The road is so tortuous and impracticable. Will succeed my body, forged from thousand battles To make one last effort? And is almost on the top that I turn my eyes on the valley, I can see distant countries, Forests, plains and Great Seas! Northern Mountains! My mind returns to my aim, Fleeting a look that goes to the peace almost reached Is dark and dreary. Not many men have gone through these wastelands Crossed the snow-capped peaks of discord Not many men have come here At the foot of the Northern Mountains. I found my way through the Northern Mountains, I found my way through the wilderness. I found my way through the Northern Mountains, I found my way through the wilderness.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
From the dungeon of Hell they rise, From the fire and flames they rise, From the darkness of silence, Through shadows of damned, they rise. Spokesmen of Him, bringers of death, And mortal souls will see the agony The fruit of divine temptation Found their way through the Gates of the Dead Sun. Among claws and raging jaws, Between promises and deceptions, Between hidden blades in the dark And rivers of blood in the street. Sons of the midnight, sons of the Lord, Disciples of Satan arise proud. Serve with honor your own Creator Enjoy the glory of battle. Daemonius exurgit Tenebris in mundi. Filii Satanis, Fili dolorem. Daemonius exurgit Tenebris in mundi. Filii Satanis, Fili dolorem. “Wielding swords, forged in underworld black and blazing steel armors, gait their steps in the darkness implacable and unbeatable bringers of death. Sons of the midnight, sons of the Lord Serve with honor your own Creator enjoy the glory of battle”. Daemonius exurgit Tenebris in mundi. Filii Satanis, Fili dolorem. Daemonius exurgit Tenebris in mundi. Requievit spiritus Inquistores mortem.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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