The Last Will and Testament
"Draped in death, the howl of lore" Alas, my time is at an end I have wallowed in self-pity And I confess to you As part of (my) final plight This is the last will and testament of father (Hear, the last will and testament of father) (You will find) A syndicates mass in the waiting room "Like spiders weave" And rumors spread fast above "regal" tombs Enacted grief I will here unearth the secrets I've been hiding (hiding, hiding) And guide "my" children through my trials Put your trust in my command I thin the blood. I lift my hand "Draped in death, the howl of lore" This is the last will and testament of father (Hear, the last will and testament of father)
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
A child in the night Cursed to survive Love like quicksand And deflowered maid in tow My woes Yet I wandered through the gilded halls A dreadful daughter of wretched martyr Sick to marrow and to bone Your fevered mother would care and bother And love her like one of her own Her words: The word of Christ tells us to forgive transgressions Save me It is through Him we can distinguish right from wrong Scold me A penurious handmaid gave birth to a girl in our care Clеanse me We arе compelled to persevere in place of the estranged father Until his return Bestowed upon my weary head was a secret Veiled and untold But your mother was dying faster And by my penance, in disarray Her ruin looking on A delinquent's confession Death Her bane and protector Placidly waited 'neath the scorching moon For yield A descendant daughter Snow made white the street of her dreams And on that night I authored said theme: Through these words I extend my hand to salvation For grace And this writ may overturn the rich and reward the poor forever You have learned that my blood has flown to clandestine bournes My sins And I reject pre-destined wealth in the den of inquity Tragic, the idle hands of progeny Reclaim your souls There is a rising tide of sorrow Sister There is a rising tide of sorrow Brother There is a rising tide of sorrow Sister The rise of waxing sun tomorrow
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025
And now in tranquil fortitude The shifting sands of time I was sick with fever Hand on the hymns Expiring Ashen eyes in delirium Soliloquy in suspirium No A lock on the sanctum One of the cursed, forever in debt Daughter, my unfortunate son I bequeath you verity Twins, usurping strands of flesh You are not mine Poison loins of mother Cursed my vigorous seed Longing for a child My love for her Birthed a controversial plan Her eye on him One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave The bane of my existencе Sordid flesh communion Gold in mouth, he impregnatеs Swallowed my shame Like a man of affairs Lineage and name Still fast in my prayers
Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025
Starless And darkness waning slowly A cold enigma Would move me forward O hapless life Now I pledge to you All secrets revealed now In paragraphs Trust me Over time you will heal Spit on or tend to my grave A man saved from a damnation's winter And the corpse of your father was entombed He is my haunting phantasma and my plague Conjured up persecution of my virtue My internal collapse and spiritual leprosy A lord juggernaut Like the bearer of death Waiting Dеcrepit strategies sеt Contaminating Eating bits of my wretched throne Forevermore I found no traction in this haze Defiled, I'd long for sleep A tainted sanctuary How could I justify my reasoning? A grave mistake I sunk in cold back light He was of inferior class A servant to me The irony in this perverted odyssey If our father's word is true, we are bastards too It's a riddle? No Or a caper? No A mockery? No A deception! No And my sickly daughter looking on bewildered A jewel in our hierarchy My exalted successor Rise In my life I've asked of you Take care of your kin, child Over time you will kneel Rid your throes from this coronation in reverence Uprooted you are And in the summary coming The proverbial sanctum of mine is up for debate The execution of will The crowning of an heiress You are tethered to command A requiem devised and signed by hand
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
Corpus of mist Revived in gist Sullen woes deep in the mire In essence only mine to bear Who will reside 'neath the spires A house to grant an heir This dreadful tomb Primeval memories Tragedies of future past Now chained to your neck From father to child Veiled in dust for the ages A memento close to heart Our hearts Vanquish mythology Drain the well Burn the orchard Break the spell Purge the darkness As I bid farewell Forge your trail In the event of fortuity Remember grief is a fickle sickness So wear it always Wear it with love Fervent and endless The golden Argus With daughter above Proprietor of the lion's share Be the vindication of me God is watching over you He will guide the way He is river of grace Through the barren state of our time
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
And now Time to say goodbye I vow to lovelorn Gemini As part of paragraph seven I bestow upon you Both a number of artifacts of immense personal value to me Wearing the family crest I hope they can serve as a reminder of the fragility of heritage A king's child Scion blood from me Effectively, these heirlooms are in essence worthless Still I consider them a token of my innermost sympathy Pass them on to genеrations to come The liberation of thе wealthy, once perpetually shackled by greed The wretched instead, elated and basking in solace In flock of kings, I am iconoclast Broken bloodline seeping to emptiness A melancholy victory, a triumph for heresy Saved a daughter in line of disaster Cursed Shed no tears on your maker's tomb A king's child Scion Deus Patria Rex Sanguis
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
A story never told A child in for surprise A mother's heart on hold A father well disguised There is a road that leads to home In stories never told A story never told A man that saved a child His withered heart on hold Beating for a lie There is a road that leads to home In stories never told Now just a name in soon forgotten tales In guileful circles of the past A story never told And waiting in the skies A man's withered heart on hold His heiress wears a stranger's eyes
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025