Pyre Era, Black!

Pyre, built by our kin Era, brought forth by ancient skin Black! And so the choirs begin Pyre, in time for mass Era, of earth and broken grass Black! The singers praise their stained glass

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Gather men Build the wooden diamond Against the laws of golden frocked men We praise the funeral storm Lift the corpse onto the structure Light the pyre, sing our song Bring the funeral storm I am insidious death I am funeral storm The birth, the passing of flesh Bombastic legions released And they dream of death anb life And hatred and devotion To the funeral storm And the devils They cry and they weep in oddly shaped tongues And they dream of death and life and hatred and devotion And they scream aghast for the funeral storm I am insidious flesh I am funeral storm I am insidious death I am funeral storm I am insidious flesh I am funeral storm I am insidious death I am funeral storm

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

A mastodon of seismic shifts Sensing nothing but the timeless rifts Screaming out, howling in Drinking winds Berating the skies Opposed to all He sails above the seas Fighting the currents And devouring all ills Three cormorants Bringing word from future homes Diving is nothing but returning Fighting the currents Doors! Down to the depths Doors! Leaving winds Forgetting the skies Given to the queens He falls below the waves Bound by currents Leaving all ills Bound by currents To the gardens Shoals of boreans Okeanos their lord They own you now A meditation of seismic shifts Sensing nothing but the timeless rifts Screaming out, howling in

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025