The Wild Hunt

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Open! Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of Death. Where haunts the siren's wail, maddening and deafening. Open! Your heart and you might hear it too. Pregnant with nightmares, beckoning you... To and fro, the winding darkness, deepened gulfs and shallow graves. Crooked is the trail left by the Dragon's tail ...and edged by the flesh of heroes who tried to slay him. Only to die like swine at his feet. Unto the eye of the storm where leads the narrow path of damnation, the pipers dance in wicked ways... Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed, piercing the skies swollen with flame. Ever shall they rise from the underground, the defiant chords of dissonance, to shatter harmony. Beware; that sound, that stems from deeps profound. The mouth of Hell, where tousand cunning devils dwell. Thousand-throated tempter, what musick you make; Melodies of malady, a spark to gasoline hearts! And unto our enemy a dagger that ever stabs the face of sanity and every throat it grabs... Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed, Piercing the skies now bathing in flames. Ever shall they rise from the underground, The defiant chords of dissonance, to rape the symphony of god. So loud; that sound, rising from under ground. Each mouth of Hell; scream forth that rebel yell! From atop the oldest bastions of madness and of mutiny, May their grave blaze ever light our path... For have they not made us see the burning heavens? The beacons of rebellion. And the return of angry, angry, angry Gods?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

We sing these words of praise to Thee. Mightiest of Might, Unbound Divinity, Sung so loud by a Nameless Kin. Resounding through the halls of the Temple of Ain. As our deeds of Fire, unto the Last, illuminate the Darkest Path. This War will end when All is No-thing. With Truth as the only weapon, I am the Will of God So shine bright with all your Might. The Adversarial Fire burns High tonight We march to this symphony which resounds from afar, yet burns within as cacophony. And each step that we take leaves but ashes On the crooked trail behind (and bridges burnt). No words. No forms. No thoughts. God (of the other side) Sovereign of Conquest. Dark One. Yet thy Light illuminates my Path. The Black Light of Daath. By the Powers of the Eleven Heads, and Through their Gate; Now, Come! Heading far beyond the gates of death. Disembodied Black Flames March in perfect Unity, burning sublime. Reaching ecstasy divine. So burn high with all our Spirit's Strength. The Liberated Flames mark the end of the blind tyrant's reign

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

Ageless, though merely a child Tall has grown thy shadow For every sun must set, eventually. And every child of fire must die to be free Far beyond the grace of god the tiny tomb's prepared. "Liberatus Est" The silent stone declares. Pluck now the rose, the child must die. Pluck now the rose and leave it on my grave to dry. In sackcloth and ash, so let us mourn. In sackcloth and ash sleeps the newborn. The fear of change is the fear of Death. That fear is the pain and the pain is the wreath of thorns now placed upon thy brow. A twisted cross 'neath which burden we all must bow. For you my child, comes the cursed phantom carriage, alas, the hearse. Follow I must not, this ride is only meant for you. Ever dark lay the lands you're going to In the belly of Moloch, the child must burn. Into the fires, it must return. Mind not the tears, the child must die. Release the self, Strangle the I! Pluck now the rose, the child must die. Never to know the reason why. Mad burn the flames, so dies the child. Bittersweet, the fumes shall rise...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Out of the dark, into the light, in the dawn of terrestrial birth. New-born yet older than time, conceived in the depths of the earth. Though strange lay the waters from which they emerged, they glanced upon the world as their own. Yet deep in their hearts they knew all the time that this was not really their home. So they rode on. Yes, they rode on. On hidden roads, through barren wastelands, untrodden by both man and beast. From the distance their fire was gleaming like a lamp amidst dark eternity. A bitter moon hovered above them. The night lit sole by its glow. From high in a sky of ominous dye in which dark clouds drifted slow. So they rode on. They rode on. They rode with shut eyes as the sun rose. Regardless of earth's vanity. But with wide-open eyes, they paced the night and pondered its mysteries. They sat at the crossroads with high and with low, yet neither could alter their course. Riches were offered unto them, yet indifferent and without remorse they rode on. Yes they rode on. And each lonely vagrant that crossed their path, felt how his heart grew cold. Yet be marvelled at their scarred faces, so beautiful, distant and old. Some say they've heard them singing in strange tongues of melancholy; Of the gods, of the night, and of glory. Of the dead, and their memory. They rode on. They rode on. Say good bye to the light. Come twilight, come dark night. Say good bye to the light, Come twilight, come dark night. Could you have rode there with them? Would you have joined their march? Or would you have them ride on? Away into the dark? Would you have been able to let go? Of illusions, of right and of wrong? And if they came to die; would you have rode on?

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Out hard into the darkness our praise is sung, on cloven hooves, in cloven tongues, from cloven hearts and from cloven heads; from the dark past echo the chants... (Unto the) saints of murder, gods of all, who turned their back towards the world. In them, the shadows, we commit our deeds. Nocturnal crimes while calm you sleep. Secret is their legacy, their horrors violent. Nameless as their graves, forever silent. They never sleep. They never rest. Dwellers in the realms infernal; Sleepless, evil ones. Emanations of the night eternal. Sleepless evil demons of the old world Far beneath the world of man, in halls lit by a light owing nothing to that of day. There they dwell, they who weave the webs. There it walks, that ought to crawl. The haunted fields forever they must wander. In twilight locked, forever to abide. Until the doors shall open at the crossroads, into the other side... Smell Vitriol, smell blackest bile. They're drawing closer to the gate. The Serpents are about to reconcile. Worlds are to burn, yes, the hour is late... Rise now from your realms infernal! Sleepless, evil ones. Emanate from night eternal! Sleepless evil, Satanas, come forth!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Dawnless - So it seems this sacred night. Havenless - Beneath black sails with no land in sight. Fathomless - The depths that lay before us now. Lawless - Before the courts of men we must not bow. And so it was, when we were young; we left the path, followed the sun as it sunk into the netherworld to shine in Darkness. Thus rose aflame a sacred star. A God's reply. And who were we to deny such a splendid design and the answer to our cries? Thus it rose to wage war. And its rays, they reached far to the nights spent hunting, when the dawn was our sign to tell it was time to sleep again. To our fellow hunters, in whose hearts gleamed the spark that later became our destiny (and tomb, for some). If we had only known them. If we had only known... We were not meant to know then. Good we did not know Good we did not bow! We made it rise from the ash. We made it rise from the tears. In likeness to He who brought Fire; the Fallen's sacred flame.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Wild, astride the Devil's thunder. A ride until the death, cross hell and burning bridge. Untamed, a scourge The flame, the source; I am Legion, for we are many who approach at the crumbling skyline. Outlaw - In the heavens and so alike on earth. Outlaw - In spirit and so alike in flesh. Nightmares... beyond the deepest darkness; bonded by rebel blood; breaking the chains of slavery; breaking the chains of god. Onwards to the other side on a wild ride... Sons of Hades; wolves yet men. Deathlike, silent; Forever damned Your world, a cage. We tear its bars. Live fast, die hard. Fucking worlds and shooting stars Outlaw - In the heavens and so alike on earth. Outlaw - In spirit and so alike in flesh. Wild Ones! From churning chasms of anarchy, defiant we proclaim our liberty. Riding against the tide into certain Death!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

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Can you see the flames glow at the brooding gates of dawn? At last, we are nearly there... Long was the winter and dark were the stars, that eclipsed our dying hearts. And the snow fell while blind men waltzed with Death, on tombs of mighty gods. At war with all, though yonderwards, ever our gaze. Certain, our sight, like the daggers we wield. Staled by doubt, yet never to yield... What spoils shall the soil spill forth then? What buds shall burst? What crops may our sickles reap? What beasts shall rise from their sleep? Eerie shines the light of morning stars. Eager sound the horns of Holocaust. Behold, ye angels petrified, through tears of woe and awe. A nameless plague veiled and deformed through leaden morning dust now stalks. Homewards... Mind not my burden, although it is the weight of all sins. Their harvester awaits at the end of my road. Mind not my disfigurements, although they are the pains of all flesh. For I run with wolves at night, and quenchless is their hunger... How long, the winter. How cold, the night. How dark, the hearts... Shine now ye strange light! Shine, rampant star! Pale, at Holocaust Dawn.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Lucifer Fallen seraphim I call your name The sum of the forces Of blackening malice Akin once again When stars no more shine Weeds shall rime When sun no more smiles Upon christian ground We are those who dwell in the days In the heart of the utmost darkness We are torn to savour the arts Of Satans majesty A notion of God Is there to behold Burnt ashes In their black graves No lights to be seen Forever, stars away As this words His majestic ways We are those who dwell in the days In the heart of the utmost We are torn to savour the arts Of Satans majesty When stars no more shine Weeds shall rime When sun no more smiles Upon christian ground We shall gather when Stars shines no longer Bring damnation upon us And we will grow stronger

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025