Those Whose Past Is Immortal

Away, Far Away The Wolf Packs Are Gone. Deep, Even Deeper The Thoughts, Ideas And Knowledge Are Buried. Closer And Closer Now Are The Clouds Of Dead Crows. If You Would Take A Handful Of Leaves Only Rot You Will See. If The For The Roots You Would Dig. Only Dust You Would Find Reason Is Torn To Pieces, And The Flesh Is Shattered I Was Chasing A Wild She-wolf Have You Seen Her Eyes? The True Hatred And Fear. And There Is No Way To Feel The Taste Of This Life, If You Never Felt These Two Emotions At Once. From The Bared Fangs The Liquid Spit Was Running Down And From Her Throat The Silent Howl Escaped. Horror In Her Eyes And Boundless Might In Her Flesh. They Will Return... Either By Life's Order Or By Death's Threats.

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 07, 2025

The Rise Of The Scarlet Sun. The Thoughts Awakening The Spirit. With The Dawn The Understanding Comes. Born By Fires And Ring Of The Hammer He Is Fed With The Sweat And Bloody Milk. War Both Life And Death. War Both Knowledge And The Void. War Both Scream And Silence. War Both Fiery Flames And Darkness Of The Earth. The One Who Was Bearing For Centuries The Banner Of Glory And Honour, Would Find His Halls He Is Near The Starkest Spirit. He Would Howl Of Hunger And Freeze To Death Without Flesh Or Blood. But Once The Time Would Come He'll Become Free.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 07, 2025

The end of the earth the glacial desert scorched with the thousands of hooves Smell of burnt out fires in the air the endless ocean have claimed the horizon. To gaze into the mirror of waters yet finding no reflection. Ash turned into blackest silt, aspiring from the depths of the forgotten consciousness, Awakes the frozen memories. Buried in infinite waters once, Still left in the mist of the burnt eyes of the skull. The tar has turned to darker stone, And wails have turned into the coldest breath of northern wind. It would be swallowed by eternity and thrown away by the land. The still would get rusted, the wood would turn to rot. It would be abandoned by the ancestors and found again by the descendants.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 07, 2025

The flesh was pierced by wildest revenge. The veins were torn unto the bleeding mess. Of steel and wrath the unity of hatred. A scarlet fog in thy eternal search for wisdom. Where time is nothing... And all the consciousness is just a scum. The truth is hidden behind the hills of black. The mountain chain of time. The curse of silent scream. The shadows would be gone, behind horizon far. And this ghastly whisper would now remain alone. And no one ever would return from battlefield just worm eaten bones and empty eyes of skulls Under the raven screech the ancient woods would sprout through them. This blackest mountain chain stained with bloody wounds... And ruined by the rotten roots.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 07, 2025

Billions of the silvery grains On the bottom of the black ocean. Their infinity is but a vague intellect. An abyss is his hands. Far from the house of black souls To fly and grasp the eternity. Night, as a death of the flesh. Poison sucking the liquids of life. Black flame in the veins, crushed in the dead ravines. Nebular horizon would spread its wings, Burnt feathers would fall out as a blackest rain. Fly high, the bird of death and beginning of the new stars.

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 07, 2025

In The Fog Of The Lifeless Dusk Black Apparitions Of The Past Arise. Fly As A Flaming Storm The Bloody Shades Of The Eternal Thoughts. Feel The Cold The Nails Of The Icy Fear Pierce Your Every Remained Thought. Endless, Unbearable Run. If You Fall You're Dead. And These Roots Try To Suck Your Strength, These Branches Tend To Pluck Your Soul Through Eyes. Dead Forest. Without End Or Beginning. Black Forest. The Domain Of The Ancient Souls. Take A Step Into Its Borders. You Won't Find Nor Path. Thickets, Wind-fallen Trees And Swamps. The Shade Of The Raven And An Endless Echo...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 07, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?