Gothik

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I can't shout. Terror possesses you. A dark shadow is approaching me And I have no way out. The key doesn't turn. You are predestined. Grogling Grange is like the death You feel his breathing inside of you And if you open the eyes You will see his shape, But you will not open them. Your only hope is that every will be a nightmare Most horrific of all, so living all, So when his infernal look will find your eyes You will shout as loud as your heart will explode. And now vomit spit blood on him And you will see the death with Up with life, and you are praying. I'm praying you God, help me. You only can save me, drive me from this demon. I'm praying you, I'm dying. Yes, I die. I haven't reason to hope Now I can see you in the eyes. I'm not afraid of you, Because I'm like you now, I'm not afraid I'm like you. A terror sight will come from his look You follow his step at the dead of night You will find his crypt throught the smell of death, blood and bones, blood and bones. Evil, evil is inside of him. The evil. You'll take his body to exorcise him Burn it, burn it. Send back him to the depths of hell.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

During the night, in full darkness this story is going to begin between the silence and the groans of the night, that freeze your body with a light gust. But when you'll see the tree's branches curved on you and a light mist will cover you, then, only in this moment you'll be able to see, what you will not want to tell. (Repeat) A spectral procession will slowly appear to your sight. A shadow wrapped up with a black velveth cloth, reading not udible phrases. A ghost funeral will put down its bier only when it arrive in the place where the sword shed the blood, everybody come back to eternal sleep.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Cemetery, dark side of my life. Anxiety of an obscure soul, suffocated by the light of a flame without life, wind and rain announce the twilight in. Cemetery seal of damned and sanctified souls. The moon is growing dark. It's frightened event. Nature is quiet with its death. A spectral chorus is getting up in the first night of eleventh month. Cemetery seal of damned and sanctified souls. SADAY-AGIOS OTHER AGLA ISCHIROS ATHANATOS And the ritual is complete. The sky was quarted by a flash and all the other is legend. But will be an obscure legend that will break evil's chain and you perverse priest are emitting the invocation.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

I want to know what give strength my sprit. I want to light dark of my mind, but I don't want to squeeze the hand of death. I want to know eternal without him.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025