Out of the Shadows...

From somewhere far beyond When day and night where one Comes back a thought A turbulence of mind Relieve again the same old tragedy In blood and flesh I taste this memory Again in fright I lie here in the cold Waiting for signs To tell me where I am. Grieving, crying, I never find my true relief Fading, dying, a prisoner of my own disease Hated Rising Hated rise whiting, illusions carry me I'll stray and fall behind in sin Without a hope, I'll be reborn in sin And still I see no signs ahead of me Tonight I'll lie in warm embracing cold For my demise is tribute to my past. Grieving, crying, I never find my true relief Fading, dying, a prisoner of my own disease Hated Rising Searching for answers But the shies turn its Bach on my quest for the light Feel lost in my anger And my sight and my golden years I leave behind.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

From all these years behind We ash ourselves for reason Searching for the cure Without having a vision. We dwell in lucid minds But live our own asleep Demanding our demise For secrets that we need. Enthroned in darkness sight We call out our desire Of spirits left behind And our fallen empire. And one more time once We drink the holy fire Rejoicing in the could As we feel madness rise. The power in their words Their smile pictured inside Of ages, we encore We gather and revive And all the years to come they vanish in a blink And wisdom though our eyes is nothing but a dream Soon we'll leave behind all that's ashes and dust And many years from now we'll still wander in the Cold.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Growing, my hunger for the hill Burning, the pleasure of the thrill I carry the chains of ages of hate Breaking up all that's divine The blessed or the dammed is the same to my grasp But I need on human lies. Children of the night seeking victims in the light Haunting streets of dark, full of flesh's delight The dawning hides the sinners and the massacres beyond Ascending life of sorrow, filled with human blood Homicide of prophets in the breaking of the dawn Calling for their savior, answering is none From below the shadows, these demonic figures rise Killing all in sight, tearing soul apart. Staring at its next prey Rabid frown in fire Anger blast in sight Bodies harped in piles Feasting over man's flesh Internal reigning evil You'll pray over your own grave And cry at life's deceiver Growing, my hunger for the hill Burning, the pleasure of the thrill I sentence the souls of many breeds To my grand divine inferno I'm hunger, I'm light, I'm shadows and lust For my burden is eternal.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Surpassing my grave I rise from the deep And violent in nature I call upon thee The master and ruler Of these Nordic lands I summon thy masses to obey My will and command [Chorus 1] Fear all this strength That grows in your eyes Should have never looked back Now it's your time to lie In the ashes of old Generations to be Facing up all that is Our gothic belief I keep falling on, from deception My encounter won't take me home as I had thought I feel I'm at the end of my redemption The one that shows the path to the land beyond [Chorus 2] Fear of this end That grows in my eyes Should have never looked back Now it's your time to die In the ashes of old Generations to be Facing up all that is Our nonsense belief. Morning of ashes rise Morning from ashes, rise.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The servants of the dammed The demons of the mind The Styx is drawing nearer Does hope fade in this hour? The moon is shattered, dyed in red In presence of the end The river of light in flames ignites Since the beginning of wisdom times. Ideas cannot have perfection All horror calls you name And you do not seem to dear it Death comes crawling for your soul The eternal bleeding begins, Heavens crying in your name The holocaust is at your feet.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

In the times of the past When my life was nothing [I] could restrain my mind From the truth in my eyes A blissful sight Trapped of my ignorance Suddenly changes took A different turn in this path The vision of fate I had built in my head Was no longer conceived As a human thought And the ashes of eons The remains from the dark Came to haunt me In my deepest, longest, wildest night [Chorus 1] In an aura of light I am drowned All alone in these night Entities of the fallen Had come to show me "The Land" Cannot tell from the truth And what my eyes behold Could it be what I see The true shape and form of my... Amazed at my descending guests Questions are Doan in an unusual way And fear of the end I had not As it was so precious the time we talked But the darkness went through And so they left And of his resurrection None I'll say Like the spirit of madness Was carved though time The torment of demons Haunt me all my nights [Chorus 2] In an aura of light I am drowned All alone in these night Entities of the fallen Had come to show me "The Land" Cannot tell from the truth And what my eyes behold Could it be what I see The true shape and form of my... GOD!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

A secret expedition had come from before A dearly expedition was brought to us all Amidst of the winter the snow was belayed Arriving the ruins, you could near their prayers. Their dead talked, Their dead danced, For their masters. As if their souls burned from the grip of death Their dead since Their dead killed For their owners. As if they were crying to be released From their afterlife cells. At the necropolis – Always at the service of majesty At the necropolis – Keeping the door open for the ones To come In this secret journey, no one was told That all that had seen this would in the course. Their dead robbed Their dead fought For their slayers. Vanishing enemies without any chance of a stand. Their dead cried Their dead died Once again Just to be release from their energy cells, we call Soul. At the necropolis – Always at the service of majesty At the necropolis – Keeping the door open for the ones To come

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Lost inside a mystic world No idea of where I've gone It's a matter of life and death After all, it's just in my head Dandified, in death I lie, With no hope of salvation, I keep fear within the fields of my soul And rejoice my inventions. Locked away, Thrilled by impure beliefs Descending state, At least I've found a way to be free Moving on, here inside There's a feeling in my mind, A heathen one, sacrifice, All my thoughts to heal my nights, Empty looks in my face, I've seen it all turn red, To overcome this pain, I feel… In my turret of madness, Through my window the moonlight Reflects from the sea, Influencing my Dearing I surrender to the call of the deep. Scratching my way out, I take a leap from the peach Insanity's left behind "Mare Mortis" my dying release. Moving on, here inside There's a feeling in my mind, A heathen one, sacrifice, All my thoughts to heal my nights, Empty looks in my face, I've seen it all turn red, To overcome this pain, I feel…

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Shrieks from the deep have awakened my soul. Into the black forest I must set my course To seen for a life beyond knowledge of man And gather the strength to complete my revenge. My life is so wasted and so is my faith My journey help to slay all that was there And complete the circle and become supreme And release my hate upon killers of dreams. My hunger for this power set agony in my soul Towers stand tall and crowded with entities old The arcane is waiting to take me into their own. At last at the gates I see the medieval fortress In the absence of light, I summon these forces By some hind of spell I fall into dementia And unleash my hell, drawn by sinful inertia. I get to the glory of my insipid moment Not knowing my fate and my infinite ill favor And give then my soul and my night to surrender My hunger for this power sets agony in my soul Towers stand tall and crowded with entities of old The arcane is waiting to take me into their own. Hail, the iris of wisdom Hail, the martyr of treason Plagues you'll taste through the ages As marked in red pages I march my way through the fire Bleeding desire They can taste with their feeble touch My agonizing soul.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025