The Fields of Rapacious Blood

Beneath the rotting fields of curdled blood Drenched in death the fields awake a cry Nightmare lands across the plane Reaching from afar the distant evil Dying mon suffocated by the black clouds Trying to take the last breath of man Despised, hate and revenge across the land Extermination of the sub-filth will take place Rapacious blood is what now must be drained From all living man who dares get in her way The forest now alive with the glowing moon Laughing at the cleansed planet All karma from mother nature now homosapiens devoid Just the connected creatures under her black wings Maybe a new generation of species will respect gaia Until then her grace will enlighten this old forest

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026

I feel the call from the forest The essence in wich entices me Yearning my soul in complete blackness Suppressed emotions from within me Black metal is the weapon I use in pain To express the feelings from another plane Devoid of all humans who gets in my way Only this world I'll suffer for another day Spiritual catharsis calling to mother nature Her embrace I discovered many years ago There is no god but the spirit of Gaia To be one with all things...alone Black metal is spiritually crying out in anguish Spreading diseased evil into sound Full of hatred, misanthropy and sorrow Propaganda to possess the spirits of all Possessed by the dark elements of nature The moon, forest, mist and fog An owl hoots the midnight bell As the nocturnal life chants a magic spell Breath in the black air of the night Embraced in solitude the one of the unlighted Spiritual forest journey yet again to wait All the beauty and real comfort inside

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026