Thulsa Doom

Here I hang on this tree, feel the pain of the nails Things that once brought me horror now bring a smile to my face I feel like I'm drowning in my own bloody sweat Well, I used to love sunlight, but now it's peeling my head Contemplate this... on the tree of suffering! Take a look at the sky, see those demons descending They want to tear out your eyes, taste sweet manflesh and blood I am not a weak man, won't die crucified That which does not kill you will only make you stronger Contemplate this... on the tree of suffering!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The children of doom. Doom's children. Ready to die for their master. The pilgrimage of pain. The call of death incites them to march faster. Perplexed servants of the snake lord, seeking for the truth of their souls. Carrying the fangs of the serpent, to kill the room of their own. Let's go! The only truth you will ever find at the feet of your master is the message written for the blind: damnation, death and disaster. Everywhere, the darkness is rising in the form of the evil tower, and all of them are connected to the horrid mountain of power. The children of doom. Doom's children. Ready to die for their master. The pilgrimage of pain. The call of death incites them to march faster.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025