From the Lone Winters Cold
Sorrow dawns from the lone winters cold At silent walk into the dark The world sleeps alone Clad in a darker gown As black rain falls From mortuary skies Sorrows dominion In gods wakeful night Frost covers the wounds Frozen but preserved As black rain falls moulding on the graves Snowfall hides the mournful graves Waiting in the cold Hope lies there Ganger to rest At church bell chimes Lonely in the night Leads the cortege home Come raging storms Cleanse the body of the soul Dеath steps down Closer to the thought Which risеs at night Unto dreamless heights The sorrow olden times They shall fall from the lone winters cold Into the dismal night The void absorbs the souls And binds them in the cold As black rain falls And washes the dirt into the ground
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
When the wolves haunt the upcoming night Miserable is the wait of the ever-slain Feel the pearly winters breath in thy dim eye As soulflakes fall to the underdark Wraiths in the wind in the willow trees Tear the morrow from the soul Leaves tree empty in the snowy cold Thou wanderer in starful night Dusk drains life from the sallow light Grants it to somber night and vanity This is the rise of the dismal tide The harvest of souls Death’s a maidens minnesong Sung to the welkins dearest stars It’s a ride the celestial night
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Dreams night long in utter hell Day shivers By the touch of the gold of the evening I open my eyes I awake by night and fire From my rest The land lies nightly silent In my hands I wait at the edge of the world Lifelessly Buried in shallow grave Locked in a corpse And that pale cold body In the snow My touch is cold desire Inhale your soul Jet the night is awake Grim and pale The night is awake Fear the bines from the graves
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
When the night seizes the land A sea of pain is he sky Waves of dusk Fall from skydoms horrid plains Fear the landside to the sea Silent weeps the soulset By the graves of woe Distant meadows of threatening death The city shivers motionless At evening the world’s A silent building moribund eternally At cold hand touches, souls succumb And the world withers silently Lone beneath the starlit halls The orphans of god Cold is the moonlight Stalks into thе heart Ashen snow falls On mankind's early gravе
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Black is the thought Is the sword held up high As the word calls the nether depths Poisoned with might Thrones the fury of the sundown On the welkin of a world forlorn At dirge arose in the still of the night And the hallowed lay down to die Struck by the stars As the silence of god Falls from the shallow trees Vultures in wait For the coming of the day Prepare the graves For the children of the dark Cleanse the plains Of mankinds shame From skylits eye frozen tears descend As we vanish in the snow
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Grim is the call of the night The distant willow Sleeps an eerie dream Sadness Drinks the light of the moon From my eyes Blissful in the snowfall coming night At haunt in the trees In the pale evening breeze Still the dread Night lifts the eyelid of the dead At light smiles In the gallow tree Lone distance weeps Lang to the nightful Envy of life Far from Darkening villages at night
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Arise from eerie woods Mossgrounds nightful eyes Spectres of the forests lap Guardians of the hills Behold the distant villages Pulsating cold Clad in starlits silver cloak Bearer of sorrow Reaping mankinds seed Since eternity Sheephearted herds dine On poisoned ground Waiting to be torn Old is the world Grim and cold Behold us mighty watchers Nightful glare While we’re reaping plague From barren fields Bearer of hatred Bid us from the face of the earth Let me walk among the wolves
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Snow falls on frosty soil In my mournful place Where at night the sorrow rains Silently, eternally Silent lie the barren plains In this magical night While above in snowy cold Thrones the mount And suddenly they’re calling me The wind blows stronger; as it went cold Its mighty sound I hear as the thunderclap draws near Behold the mountainside The wood enclosed in snow My emptiness invited them Then touches me coldly The thrall of the woods Of the night Snow falls on frosty soil On my mournful grave While above no morrow dawns Silently, eternally
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026