Tunes of Disconsolation

Call me dreary Name me after the thresholds I cross For I know of truth And believe in arts that were Once sublime, now unclean and, but hours to be denied Yet not unknown in the paths I named right Free at last, am I not to look all as divine From stronghold of insane knowledge and strife And as fools leave pride while accepting grace My disciples shall walk the ways of dismay Through caves without end on final crusade Spreading poems of uncreation before being laid in fervour They'll poison your mind with tolerance Don't follow the laws made for flesh Keep your eyes shut to see the distress Of the ones who call themselves free of sin and earthly fate Show no compassion, ignore their agonies And question not my words of disbelief You never felt such passion towards vicious desires Alone, I hate this sea of aspirers to the throne And pray for Uncreation, the fiery end of world

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

One voice through the failure of night The trombones of the emperor of lies All hope is gone and one withers In the last rays of the dying sun And the will never leave you alone There are deeds to be filled by evil hands False light breeds deep in their time While crimson roses are burning by side And Dark Harbours of their gentle shores Will always hold room for one more By the time you too shall know That the journey back is too long The journey back is too long

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

It's a triumph of the silent When the ones of war fall by the sword When earth takes earth of a mortal note And all of death come for their own Those who lurk in the shadows Watching, obtain the greatest reward And as amongst them wolves Lay the serpents, of this world Even beasts seek shelter When tamers of waves lay helpless When vanguards start their endless slaughter And none sees the same dawn after Those who lurk in the shadows Watching, obtain the greatest reward And as amongst them wolves Lay the serpents, of this world Too dead to know its spring of loss It's a triumph of sinner When the seasons flee and myths fall When inferiors long to rule And towers once high are lowered down Those who lurk in the shadows Watching, obtain the greatest reward And as amongst them wolves Are no more the serpents of this world

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Father, lord of silence, supreme god of disconsolation Who mankind reviles yet longs to embrace Strengthen this purpose to dispute the belief without doubts For two times a thousand years has been enough Show them the ecstasy of the realm that could be And souls that bear no less than misery So all with no worth could behold The most malice amongst the storms Infuse them the grandeur of melancholy The dismay behind that seducing light Thereupon I am embodied justice The divinity of solitude, the purity of privation And beyond grace are those of untruth Who drowned the dreams of men By hypocrite moralities By lies forgotten and sordid Father, lord of silence and the supreme god of disconsolation Did learn of pain by the one clean heart that bathed in love of God Behind lurked evil, unlabelled by man, the demon of the light Heart got old, weak, and cold, denying the origin Yet deep in vein beyond the pain, it knew of the grim truth within

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Old one bless this hammer before end I don't want to leave my lair when You grant me visions of pestilence and fear Herewith I'll own the hearten grief Approve blood of these veins cut by knife You were here in time before time Her embrace no longer brings peace to me Dagger by heart I roam the innovate way In a hush like a hush from a chamber of death Wailing hovered upon the neap tide Her eyes were distant and pale by Evoken feeling of hate and of ruin Still I remember us hunting all life Now I did redeem and I'm tired Tragedy followed the nocturnal hunt I bled in altar forbidden and numb Weary old one, did you hear what I said? Devil lurked in me during hours of death I never left you like others did me Still, I can't stand that preacher's disgusting reek.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Campfires – light's demise One old man steps aside With rusty blade in weary hand Smells the air and does a chant "Reap, angel, watch us naunt Learn this night of no hope And moon shades, before and ever on Hail them being worth of love…" Horns call for war, all men fall Ever so high And white they stand Yet their feet will never touch this land Hate they'll sow, and hate shall grow On these fields shall halberds dance With arbalests and spears All sweeping death's hand

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Frail deceased walked this path Gazing meanness and lores of those with power As dismal and intense they reigned Tainted but by the ignorance of Hallowed, to whom gods spoke once Cursed as feeble and soon to be gone With laughter, they decried the words And received their deliverance in death Hark! Seldom were they seen Before I grasped the celestial Blade and followed the steps Leading through heaths conquered by grief I left all that odious Rejected honours, and adored values Blood, heaven's breath and pain Infested world with wisdom I did find. Step through gates, covered emerald blades Piercing epochs and ones forever damned October Land Under scarlet of moons, see if they would dance Waking trees of the tortured October Land Led by other son, denying father Baptized with serpent in hand October Land Souls of seven, perform an anthem To those of night, with urge for destruction October Land

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Heavens led their fire upon once lifeless fields Thence bred a kin whose delight was a frost on this earth And almighty knows we wished To see the subtle evil that profaned them to believe That tore them to be and cursed thee To serve from cradle to grave Wandering Where the sun won't reach Still I know Under the Waterline, all life burned cold (x2) And this Venomous chant I leave as gift to thou: "Dreadnought be the blade and bringer of defeat Nobly one time dead you live again by me For you, I'd walk the paths down underneath And every night I'd feel you taking part of me Fraught with hate, I grab the gauntlet that I deem Just to see, time did not yet come for me to leave" It was hell on earth for evermore and death brought no relief Greater visions came true And vultures were fed again by thoughts indecent And promised salvations Fertile lands became deserts by faith with grin converted Children of bereavement, ye mocked by heavens Banished with one thought in time It's sacrifice that has to be made With smile, I seek believers And trust me, I will bleed This is WAR

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025