Forecast

Flying south, over a desert land Long as Find a water land on my side My life burning in the flames I'm crashing down, fire all around I can see no dawn And my plane falling on the ground I can see mirror sand In the darkness I can hear a voice It's calling It's calling I hear It calling out my name You gave me the will to carry on In this struggle to survive You were keeping me alive And now I need your voice to guide me home Point the way just like an arrow Where it shows is shall be my road Travelling east throung the mountains and the plain Where it snows, where it hails and where it rains Walking on through some foreign everglades Frozen winds cut through me like razor-blades If I die today they must know where my body lays I carve my name upon a stone In the darkness I can hear a voice It's calling It's calling I hear It calling out my name You gave me the will to carry on In this struggle to survive You were keeping me alive And now I need your voice to guide me home Point the way just like an arrow Where it shows is shall be my road

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Another day, another night that fades away Another dream made up to keep me awake Another charm created to make me believe That my whole life is not so vain Can't make my conscience clear When did it start to make me grieve? I only know what I foresee In the meanders of my brain I got the whole world in my mind Everyone else is blind But all that I can do Is watch the fall of human race Please tell me why I deserve this misery I don't know who can I tell Every part of my existence feels like hell? Please cast the spell! Future or past no one believe The things I guess th poor outcast Surely insane More or less nevertheless Whatever I can do These cruel nightmares always come true Prisoner of my own Fear at any time They can appear sooner or later It will make me burn out in front of you I got the whole world in my mind Everyone else is blind But all that I can do Is watch the fall of human race Please tell me why I deserve this misery Late at night I cannot breathe And I pray for death to come soon and be my release

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A stir is in the air, the waves There is a movement there As if the towers had thrust aside In sinking the dull tide The waves have now a redder glow The hours are breathing faint And low down down that town shal settle Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim west Where the good and bad And the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines palaces and towers resemble nothing That is ours Around by lifting winds forgot resignedly Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town. But light from but the lurid sea Streams up the turrets and gleams Up the pinnacles far and free Là des temples ouverts et des tombes béantes Bâillent au niveau de vagues étincelantes Mais ni la richesse de chaque idole Ni les morts ne tentent les eaux hors De leur lit car aucune lame ne s'enroute hélas I li long de cette solitude de verre aucun gonflement Ne raconte qu'il peut être Des vents sur quelque mer plus heureuse du loin Aucune houle ne suggére que des vents Ont été sur des mers d'une moins Hideuse sérénité Mais voici! Un branle est dans l'air la vague Il y a un mouvement comme si les tours Avaient repoussé en sombrant doucement L'onde morne comme si les faîtes avaient Alors faiblement fait le vide dans les cieux Figés les vagues ont à présent une lueur plus Rouge les heures respirent sourdes et faibles Et quand parmi les gémissements autres que de la terre Trés bas thés bas cette ville hors d'ici s'établira L'enfer se levant de mille trônes lui rendra hommage Death has reared himself a throne in a strange city Lying alone far down within the dim west Where the good and the bad And the worst and the best Have gone in their eternal rest. Beneath the sky the melancholy waters lie While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down From the sun and the stars whence I had drown From a passionate light such for my spirit was fit

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Opium, desire or will? Inspiration bound from an elegant seed Subversion, through smoke I foresee Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy Opium, bring me forth another dream Spawn worlds of flesh and red, little jewels of atrocity Opium, I sleep in debauchery And burn with you when you burn in Me Opium, we fantasize as we fuse with your root You are a strange flower, we are your strangest fruit Opium, it burns in me and you Opium, it burns for me and for you

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only Where an Eidolon name Night On a black throne reigns upright I have reached those lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime Out of space, out of time By the mountains, by the lakes, that thus outspread The lone waters, lone Lone waters, lone and dead Lone and dead The sad waters, sad and chilly Murmuring ever With the snows of the lolling lily By the mountains near the river With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over By the grey woods, by the lakes, the new encamp By the dismal tarns By the dismal tarns and pools Most unholy There go the friends long given To the Earth and Heaven By a route so obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over Seas that restlessly aspire Surging unto sides of fire, unto skies of fire With forms that no man can discover For the tears that drip all over

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Thou wast all that to me For whom my soul did pine A green island in sea A fountain and a shrine A dream to bright to last But to be overcast A voice from future cries My spirit hovering lies The light of life is over No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar! Such language holds the solemn sea To sands upon the shore For alas with me The light of life is over And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eyes glance And where my footstep gleams In what ethereal dance The light of life is over No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar! Such language holds the solemn sea To sands upon the shore For alas with me The light of life is over The light of life is over No more shall bloom the thunder blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar! Such language holds the solemn sea To sands upon the shore For alas with me The light of life is over

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025