Unnamed Quintessence of Grimness
Drowned in dusk touching universe An useless pray to entrap an aeon You know we die? You know the blood stopped its way? In the fire all intentions are burning Lights are riding from this useless world Leaving oblivion behind Sufferance I know you You are the mother of my desires Hate I bless you You are the father of my rebirth I am the bastard son of this world Unnamed quintessence of grimness I am the virtue of humanity
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Along forgotten shadows of blood In the dark endless Remembering the night that hidden us We have wandered silent through centuries Sons denied of a sleeping father We have lived hidden life from you Scared eyes Silence embraced us Pregate a voi figli di un monda bastarda I vostri simboli non vi salveranno We are too far Beyond your ruins Beyond our triumph
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Life seems so far from here Bleeding in the dust with fear Frost essence embraces the smell of thy words As I fall in desecration Vortex devours certain in this march to abyss Delirium path to pain Hallucinating senses I without soul as blood frozen on rotten soil Tonight my thoughts are flesh touched by the unknown Pureness rotten in perfection
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Let me hear the echoes of my years Let me ride through the winds of fate I will cry for the fatal dawn For your frozen séance I will dream of bleeding flames Swimming in the void Let me dream of my enemies defeated Embraced to cosmic infinity This struggle I long for It burns me It devours me Embraced to silent infinity
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Silence it shall be Magic sound of fimbulwinter And this frozen ash Shall be our way Blind in the flames of destiny I shall open my eyes Confessing you among thousand faces And then fire shall live in Autumnal mysts Sacrifice Conquering the night That has been ours Open your wings To my horizons To tame my whispers
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Nel mio spirita Ombre e nebbia riposano silenziose Mentre ricordi di lontane congiure Mi fremono nel sangue Ho vista la putrida farsa Del vostro torvo disegno trasformarsi In vendetta e con lei le messi degli aridi Campi di odio da voi coltivati Il sale sulle mie fertie non fa più male Le vostre sporche menzogne non mi Feriscono più Sono la polvere dei vostri fallimenti Eterna trasfigurazione