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Chill of the northern breeze slashing the face, the skourge of wintry winds punishing living things. The cold deep within, a breath of raging frost when the curtain of snow is risen and sky is frozen blue. Refreshing the hemisphere, the winterskourge. Tragedies and death in praise of nature. Chill of the northern breeze slashing the face, the skourge of wintry winds punishing living things. The cold deep within, a breath of raging frost when the curtain of snow is risen and sky is frozen blue. Refreshing the hemisphere, the winterskourge. Tragedies and death in praise of nature.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Freedom is written in the grey horizon, the soul is willing to make the travel to reach the final gate beyond all broken dreams, through the winter fog amidst the tall black trees. An ending in solitude, every breath like glass... Spilling blood in the lungs. Frozen in the wilderness, through the winter fog, amidst the tall black trees, tears peeling the frost-bitten face... An ending in solitude.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Glimmer of the snow reflecting the wintersun, blinding brightly white - a bliss of freezing light. Remaining a statue of ice, buried within own body a bliss of freezing light forever in the eyes. The frost bites on the flesh, burning with an icy flame, the grip of winter's hand is choking on the heart. Remaining a statue of ice, buried within own body a bliss of freezing light forever in the eyes. Bliss of freezing light

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Misty nocturnal fields, swamps and foggy planes, worms tunneling in the dirt, dreary smokes evaporate. Once so lively lakes turning in the night, rain clouds seeking refuge, healthy rivers wither away. Under the cloak of night the soil awakens from slumber, living through smoke and shadows with venomous breath below. Once so lively lakes turning in the night, rain clouds seeking refuge, healthy rivers wither away. Under the cloak of night the soil awakens from slumber, living through smoke and shadows with venomous breath below. Once so lively lakes turning in the night, rain clouds seeking refuge, healthy rivers wither away.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Sinking in the stream, in vision and thought, staring at the water subconscious malicious call. Nourishing life, destroying life, casting a charm of despair to join forevermore. As a part of the flow with emptiness in gaze, lips held apart but no longer speak. Sinking in the stream, in vision and thought, staring at the water subconscious malicious call. Nourishing life, destroying life, casting a charm of despair to join forevermore.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

A blizzard in the night heralds the frozen woods, around the majestic trees stand with crowns of snow. Walking under their arms, hearing the wooden whispers, deciphering a code of old, untamed, uncivilized... In the nature's classroom, breathing and cleansing, all around the majestic trees stand with crowns of snow.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Devil's bird Devil's bird Devil's bird Devil's bird Black leather wings with claws of bone, sharp killings fangs, the night his only home. Devil's bird Devil's bird Devil's bird Devil's bird In the fog and moonlight flies the Devil's Bird, a vampire of superstitions, feeding on insects and blood. Devil's bird Devil's bird Devil's bird Devil's bird Black leather wings with claws of bone, dark furry coating, in the night and not alone.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance, shadows wandering across the landscapes. Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance, shadows wandering across the landscapes. Where there is light, the call for darkness is strong. It burns in the hearts of those of natural creation. Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance, shadows wandering across the landscapes. Protectors of our soil, the shades are moving again in eternal dance, shadows wandering across the landscapes. On a day of great rain they descent close to me, humidity moving in silence, scraping the treetops. Where there is darkness the skydancers take rest, in ever-changing formations, within revolving elements.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Flow, flow, onwards flow streams of fire, streams of ice, materialize the crucial blow, silent whispers no longer suffice. Gather, gather and circle black clouds, rejuvenate the dying earth, exterminate the ragged shroud, push the living to their girth. Rise, rise, dark water rise, flood the shores and riverbanks, separate the enemies from allies, cleanse the decaying ranks. Higher, higher, flames of war, ignite the final campaign, burn the earth from land to shore, retaliate your vilest pain.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

In the forest's heart, in shadows of old firs, under gigantic roots are the wooden stairs leading to cobwebbed secrets, passed down generations in the blood of the tribe, sworn to honor the forest gods. A breath of the past in visions of withered leaves, strength of the hidden wrath now finally revealed. At the altar of animal bones all directions are revealed, grim truths underground giving birth to loyalty. A breath of the past in visions of withered leaves, strength of the hidden wrath now finally revealed.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Glorious nightly life captured in this pale light, demented inner torments reflecting in the sickly sight. Strokes of blue, lines of black, tips of yellow brought it back. Sempiternal nocturnal strife, the triumph of illness and will, shadows dancing before me, ghosts of mystic woods. Strokes of blue, lines of black, tips of yellow brought it back. Creation channeling from above, the essence of elemental gods, a work against the modern times, feel the strokes against the skin. Strokes of deep, lines of black, drips of blood brought it back.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Under the moonless sky, unclouded and open realm opens up before the eyes with the distant stars. In the soul it howls, the desolation of space, void and eternal cold wrapped in a black veil. Nothing surpassing the might of a moonless winter night. Shadows of the hunters are shadows prior death.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

In a darkened room a lantern burns outside, the glow sneaking in through black stained window. Water to the rocks, in the corner hidden... Finnish meditation from ancient times. Back to olden ways in a smoked room, sweating and relaxing, making space for thoughts.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

People turning their face down in shame and guilt, the dogma of semite ways persecuting the old beliefs. It's only just begun, eyeblink of a thousand years, our wisdom beaten down by the cross of lies. What the weak welcomes the stronger must chase away, knowing the ancient ways can not die in frustration.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025