Riddles of the Sycophants
The march of the Titans, the revenant in silence The new Atlantean storm approaches, a new chapter must start Though months have passed since the fall of Atlantis, and Lemuria's desecration Those are still alive, in this cold mysterious place, now face this new sensation In these lands, nobility holds no weight, same path we all must go Clans are tired, confused and hungry, souls so bereft of hope Gods' quiet makes us question, doubt in our hearts remains This land is cold and unknown, our future so unclear Odin's ferocity, Thor's mighty hammer Yet all of it may pass, in this melancholic hour A new home we must find, to settle down and start afresh Find our place in this world, even if it's far away In these lands, nobility holds no weight, same path we all must go Clans are tired, confused and hungry, souls so bereft of hope Gods' quiet makes us question, doubt in our hearts remains This land is cold and unknown, our future so unclear Now is the time For us to seize our destiny We are strong and brave The Gods will guide us in this journey In these lands, nobility holds no weight, same path we all must go Clans are tired, confused and hungry, souls so bereft of hope Gods' quiet makes us question, doubt in our hearts remains This land is cold and unknown, our future so unclear
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
Crossing the ocean we reached the shore Thinking of warmth but nothing more This new chapter - bravely we enter And no one can turn back the clock further Lands of snow, cloaked in mystery Filled with doubt the heart does see The clans are tired still they go Towards the unknown ones fall and just hope The gods have fallen silent and still Strong winds in the cold night chill Through this bitter winter land We now must take a different stand Lands of snow, cloaked in mystеry Filled with doubt the heart doеs see The clans are tired still they go Towards the unknown ones fall and just hope Pandora's box is opened wide Bringing new challenges side by side We must fight the creatures, gods and the Beast To protect our future, that's the least Lands of snow, cloaked in mystery Filled with doubt the heart does see The clans are tired still they go Towards the unknown ones fall and just hope
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
A whisper in the night, an ancient hidden might Empires burn at dawn, a power revered and strong The blood rites of desolation, steeped in mystery and legend Those who dare to venture in and unlock the secrets of the gods Will find a power beyond their wildest dreams Strange creatures lurk in shadows, artifacts of great power lost Rituals of sacrifice must be performed, to those who brave the dark Rewards of knowledge and power, secrets of the gods unlocked The bravest of mortals will face the test, to gain the power of the desolation The blood rites of desolation bring fear to the bold Daring feats that the bravest of hearts must unfold Venture beneath the darkness and pay the cost What awaits you there is was great but now lost Hold tight to hope and be brave And descend to find what you crave Pass through that gate of mysteries and see The power and dread of the gods that hold the key Empires burn at dawn, but the courage of those willing to venture in Lives on even after night falls and the dawn breaks again Treasures that are hidden, secrets that are lost Dare you risk it all, face the cost The blood rites of desolation, so steeped in mystery and legend The darkness that lurks and whispers, the secrets of the gods to discover A courage to face the shadows, an artifact of great power to discover Take the risk and face the danger, so you can unlock what lies beneath Dare to go climb down into the night Survive the creatures that lurk in the depths Swear the sacred oath of sacrifice Fulfill the blood rites and cross the divide Rituals of risk have to be performed As courage to face faces the danger to come To unlock the veil and see all within The power and dread of the gods will begin The blood rites of desolation, so steeped in mystery and legend The darkness that lurks and whispers, the secrets of the gods to discover A courage to face the shadows, an artifact of great power to discover Take the risk and face the danger, so you can unlock what lies beneath Empires may burn at the dawn But strength and courage can pave you a way Go forward and venture into the deep And find what can make you complete
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
On an altar, lays a child pure of soul A feast for the gods intent Sacrificed, for the wicked to present To zeus, with the gift of flesh This heart it fills with rage A compassion once renowned From the memories of a bygone age This act can't be ignored His curse for all to see, the king's a wolf At the dusk of the setting sun Crimson skies now fall A curse of the moon that is full Where shadows lurk no more Arcadia beckons them all Now they bow to none A new beast of the night has been born At the dusk of the setting sun Lycaon runs into the night Far away from the sight of Zeus Feral urges, to feed upon on the flesh There's new hunger in the luminance His son's are the first for him to taste A deception of the nation And the people he has plagued A dire lesson for a king To consume the flesh of his own kin, unknowingly his lust begins At the dusk of the setting sun Crimson skies now fall A curse of the moon that is full Where shadows lurk no more Arcadia beckons them all Now they bow to none A new beast of the night has been born At the dusk of the setting sun Now Arcadia beckons them all At the dusk of the setting sun A new beast of the night has been born At the dusk of the setting sun Now Arcadia beckons them all At the dusk of the setting sun A new beast of the night has been born In the cold, they lay the kin, out for him to feast A blood lust born on the night's full moon, this hunger now ravishing Sacrifical rituals by the people once repressed by tyranny Fueled by retribution for the vile abomination of his reign Sacrifing those now linked to his ancestry Like lambs to the slaughter they are bound Awaiting their new fate Feed, feed, feed, feed Feed them to the wolf Feed his heirs to the wolf Dispense the sinners to the wolf Throw the wicked to the wolf Feed the heathens to the wolf Feed them all At the dusk of the setting sun Crimson skies now fall A curse of the moon that is full Where shadows lurk no more Arcadia beckons them all Now they bow to none A new beast of the night has been born At the dusk of the setting sun
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
Alkonost, the hybrid villain Gargoyle sent from the beyond Goliath minds in the morn The only ones to rule in secrecy Hear tales of a hybrid creature, a villain borne of power An exile's goliath mindset that rules in secret, hour by hour Its strength is immeasurable and its eye keenly exacts It lurks in the shadows and shames those who cross its tracks Power and protection is all that they crave Watching and waiting in darkness and shade The Alkonost decide what's allowed and what's saved As they rule in secrecy Beware the Alkonost, a force that none can test Friend, or foe, it can restore, or bring terror to your chest Take heed and know the danger in crossing this creature so rare Its strength is unmatched and beauty fills the air Mysteries and puzzles, obscuring the way, trapping us in this world of the darkened array Treasure and secrets, locked away in a fray, imprisoned by secrecy Upon a night sky it soars, wings of grace with courage and might It shapes the destiny of those who fear it in the night Compassionate and merciful but its wrath can bring fear and dismay When wrong is done to others, it soon swoop to lead the fray Power and protection is all that they crave Watching and waiting in darkness and shade The Alkonost decide what's allowed and what's saved As they rule in secrecy Beware the Alkonost, a force that none can test Friend, or foe, it can restore, or bring terror to your chest Take heed and know the danger in crossing this creature so rare Its strength is unmatched and beauty fills the air Dawning of the exile, a kingdom kept in fear The sky turns to darkness whenever they appear Mighty bones and claws, bathed in dread they steer Forever in secrecy It stands for justice, always risking its own life Taking on all who oppose in spite of danger and strife From the lowest of the low to the highest of the great With its own ideas of justice it will not hesitate Power and protection is all that they crave Watching and waiting in darkness and shade The Alkonost decide what's allowed and what's saved As they rule in secrecy Beware the Alkonost, a force that none can test Friend, or foe, it can restore, or bring terror to your chest Take heed and know the danger in crossing this creature so rare Its strength is unmatched and beauty fills the air
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
In the shadow of the rising sun The sacramental rites of preservation A silent plea for the ancient powers To take its mantle and begin anew Shadow of the night, rises up above Sacramental rites call us to the love Preservation and silence, the mantle of dust Lingering in the night, a holy must We can never outrun the fate that awaits us The mantle of silence is here to keep us A precious bond of our preservation Our souls bound forever in eternity Rising up in ancient glory Soaring high upon the wings of grace Resounding echoes of immortal story We submit to the mantel of dust The sound of secret languages in the night The ritual rites returning to the light A reverence for the peace of the blessed The never ending cycle of the mantle A safe and hidden haven for the weary heart Sacraments and sanctity take us to the start The path of life is open wide For those who follow the mantle of dust We can never outrun the fate that awaits us The mantle of silence is here to keep us A precious bond of our preservation Our souls bound forever in eternity Rising up in ancient glory Soaring high upon the wings of grace Resounding echoes of immortal story We submit to the mantel of dust A hidden beauty lies beneath the shadows The beast of the night ready to devour To the ancient knowledge souls possess The mantle of silence forever endures
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
A Maiden's Scorn can be felt from miles away Disturbance by your resplendence, a sanctuary has begun At the gates of the cemetery, the sun sets and the shadows descend Like a shroud, on the distant land The air is still, and the clouds hang low The wind whispers secrets of the dead The graveyard is desolate and empty Only the trees move, ever so slightly, in the soft breeze The moonlight casts a ghostly hue And the silence is deafening It is as if the dead have returned, and haunt the place The Maiden's Scorn is a reminder of the tragedy that has befallen this place Her heartache and anger are palpable And her sorrow is clear, as she stands in front of the cemetery gates She is determined to find the peace that she deserves, no matter what the cost The Maiden's Scorn is a reminder to us all, that in this life, we must never forget the pain of those who have gone before us, and to never forget the power of love and forgiveness
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
A journey of courage and faith The ancient power's calling you in The force of nature set in motion The distance that you must traverse The broken under the remains The sun is a symbol of light and life A relentless and brutal force The answer lies within the lament configuration The power of the configuration A doorway to a new unknown world The hope of insight and understanding Casts a looming shadow of the risks The broken under the remains The sun is a symbol of light and life A relentless and brutal force The answer lies within the lament configuration Respect the power of the door Use it with caution and care For the broken under the remains The journey must be prepared
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026
I'm walking the path of pain and sorrow, yet in the midst of all this, I know I carry a very precious gift; the courage of a man who faced his fears and chose to live and die for what he believed in Riddles into the martyr, I'm retracing his memories of a broken past Bleeding the graves, chosen, remnants have abandoned, the bitter of my revenant A hidden orb of life, fate decided so long ago Riddles of the Sycophants, the headstone of a young man His name etched upon my mind, reminders of lives that had been lost The stories never told, the memories never cherished I stand here silent and still, my heart heavy with grief He was a martyr, with a life cut short by his own choice Though he's gone his story will live on, still remembered in those he loved A time of sorrow and misery, I wander through the dark Seeking answers only to find more questions I'm following a path, a path of pain and sorrow A path of death and destruction A martyr for what he believed in The secret hidden beneath his orb He'll remain in our hearts forever And in the stories we'll still recall I'm walking through a graveyard, my footsteps echoing on the cold, dead soil I'm trying to find something, something that I can't quite remember A clue, a hint, something that will lead me to the secret I seek I walk away from the graveyard, my heart heavy with emotion My thoughts filled with questions, I can feel the pain of the sorrow I realize that he died for what he believed in No longer in this world, but never forgotten He was a martyr, and his life an honorable one An inspiration to those who seek the courage to move on A time of sorrow and misery, I wander through the dark Seeking answers only to find more questions I'm following a path, a path of pain and sorrow A path of death and destruction A martyr for what he believed in The secret hidden beneath his orb He'll remain in our hearts forever And in the stories we'll still recall I see the tombstones, each one a reminder of the lives that have been lost The stories never told, the memories never cherished I'm drawn to the headstone of a young man, his name is etched upon the stone His life cut short by his own choice A time of sorrow and misery, I wander through the dark Seeking answers only to find more questions I'm following a path, a path of pain and sorrow A path of death and destruction A martyr for what he believed in The secret hidden beneath his orb He'll remain in our hearts forever And in the stories we'll still recall
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026