Promo
Unholy winds blow<br/> from lands unknown<br/> frosty blood in my veins<br/> in this cryptic night<br/> <br/> Wicked air around me<br/> Morbid fog is all I see<br/> Hear the call of the Ancients<br/> Hear the call of darkness<br/> <br/> Cold wintery rain<br/> goes down my skin<br/> In the valley of nowhere<br/> I stand Alone...
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026
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Face of the Goat in the Mirror<br/> Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise<br/> As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside<br/> Searching for the Memories...<br/> In the Shadow of the Horns<br/> only seen by the Kings<br/> of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium<br/> upon the Thrones<br/> In the Shadow of the Horns<br/> Cleansed like the air in the Night<br/> World Without End<br/> (we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds<br/> for five United Forces<br/> in the Eternal Dawn<br/> the Kings that held (their) heads high<br/> The Triumph of chaos - Has Guided our Path<br/> we Circles the holy Sinai - Our Swords Gave Wings<br/> Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate<br/> Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium<br/> Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones<br/> (so) the hardened Frost Melts Away<br/> Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon<br/> I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still Breathes
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026
Freezing rain pours down from<br/> The clouds<br/> Roar of a distant thunder<br/> Awakes my thoughts<br/> As we ride towards the<br/> End of our fate<br/> Our horse are carrying us<br/> Through the winterland<br/> Dark Medieval War!!<br/> The mild breeze are getting<br/> Stronger<br/> My hands grabs the frosty<br/> Sword<br/> Through the vast winter<br/> Landscape<br/> As we enter the kingdom<br/> Of the unknown<br/> With hate, death and pain<br/> Deceitful eyes!!!<br/> War of chaos and thundering<br/> Rage<br/> Our hands are open to welcome<br/> Their death<br/> As our sharpened weapons<br/> Collide<br/> Into the battle we ride!!!<br/> After the anger the silence<br/> Began<br/> And now, the cold night<br/> Approaches<br/> From the top of the winter<br/> Mountain<br/> To ride with glory and<br/> Armageddish anger<br/> With hate
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026
Hear my Sword<br/> ...in the Making<br/> Of my Spell<br/> Literally<br/> Damkuna, Iftraga<br/> Sheb Nigurepur, Dafast<br/> The World's Tragedy, Is Served at My Feast
Submitted by Warbringer — Jun 21, 2026