Hanging Garden
Album • 2019
This time The tide wouldn’t turn Towards a brighter dawn The shadows long grew longer still Cold creeping up to the bone This time the morning sun Caught up on those on the run The cruel bright pledge of demise Sealed with ice and signed in blood From blood a fire is broken Heavy breath through the dawn The world is wet with emptiness Embers aglow in the dark From blood a fire is broken Hold on through the dawn And I can see it now Clear as the brightest dawn This curse we cast upon ourselves The love we chose not to bear
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Late in to the twilight We ride the silvery steed A moment cradled in dark A myriad burning points above Will there be An impenetrable silence A blanket to smother all lingering life Three moons left behind And with them the remnants of time One moon above to light my way Beneath a broken sky Late in to the twilight We ride the silvery steed And through the dark, a distant radiant star And in the mist, the lucid dancing of flame Three souls to carry the flame Three minds with burning memories Together we bear the weight of untold time Fear, longing, hope and the night Will there be An impenetrable silence?
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
I feel the earth beneath my feet And the sweet air in my lungs The water falling silent from the sky And the fire about to die Will my feet still carry me Under the silent trees Will my feet still carry me Through this overwhelming night Over the frozen earth Until I die Will my feet still carry me Under the silent trees Through this overwhelming night Over this earth Until I die The silent sentinels Oaks and pines in the dusk They watch over the path of a fallen son Towards a glimpse of a final morning sun
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
A memory Is woven from the shadows Distilled from dying embers A memory Drawn thin between the moments Expelled beyond our grasp Remembrance Is a threshold to the night A journey without ending Remembrance Is a chalice for the damned Lost forevermore And we tread that trail Unwilling and yet eager If not awake then deep in slumber Restless in our sleep We loved the flame The fire stolen from the gods We gathered around the dancing embers We loved the flame The fire stolen from the gods Warding us against the dark
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Remains of winter’s snow A million trickles towards the shore As fluid as eternal time Deeds good and evil lost within Yet from a chance encounter A meaning could be found A handprint etched into a soul A keepsake to guide us forth Towards eternity How do we reign over our fate? The paths of those passing by Entwining with a burning resolution Life, relentless, unending Until it ceases
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
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