Winterborn

Defeated and conquered by the rival superior, adversary greater in worth. Vile horde from the dark! Destroyer and slaughter of all adored, pure and divine. All torn asunder, all torn apart! Last day of the war, last line of defense, few still standing tall, outnumbered are the mens of valor. First strike of assault, first blood that was drawn. Brought the demise, death by the blade. End by the sword! The absence of the light replaced the fallen sun, and the dust veiled the world deserted. Last ray of light reached the heroes unsung, before the dawn of darkness ascended. Headstones in a frozen ground mark the tombs of the courageous. Killing fields conceal the tombs of the brave. Infinite slumber, six feet under! Last day of the war, last line of defense. Soon defeated and conquered, outnumbered are the mens of valor. The absence of the light replaced the fallen sun, and the dust veiled the world deserted. Last ray of light reached the heroes unsung, before the dawn of darkness ascended.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Laying to rest and summon the death with profound and fierce fire. Cleanse the soul in the blaze of the ancient wrath. Searing grave, black flames from the void tear through the pyre. From fire to embers, with strenght I burn. Resurrection of the fallen, into the lifeless lands of the north. From the abyss, from the core. From the depths of the damnation, the infernal regions, I was reborn into the coldest dawn. Into the coldest dawn, the coldest of them all! Once departed and reawakened, I carry the mark of the 4th rider of the pale horse. Bringer of death upon the earth! I was brought back with a coal-black soul. My heart beats still forevermore! In the flames of the end I've been reborn!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Beauty so grandeur, voice like a wind that carries from afar. Flawless appearance but shattered within, her wings tear the sky above. Into the dark and the everlasting night, into the welkin she draws the stars. With frosty hands she guards a broken crown, skin cold and white as snow. Her eyes like the deepest waters. Raven hair is dancing with the storm that brought the frozen rain. She is the gale of winter. Pristine in grace, all that's fragile is concealed. Strenght of a legion, might that compares with forces of nature. Into the dark and the Everlasting night Into the welkin She draws the stars Into the dark and the everlasting night, into the welkin she draws the stars. With frosty hands she guards a broken crown, skin cold and white as snow. Her eyes like the deepest waters. Raven hair is dancing with the storm that brought the frozen rain. She is the gale of winter.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

In the eye of the storm, waiting for the winds to strenghten, a gale to grow. In the core of confusion, awaiting for the fall. It's not a fault, imperfection of sort, not a sin to be forgiven. It's not a failure to refrain from light. When there is only darkness in sight. In the heart of the chaos, unease and disarray. Awaiting for the whiteout to bring conclusion for us all. It's not a fault, imperfection of sort, not a sin to be forgiven. It's not a failure to refrain from light. When there is only darkness in sight. Embraced by the nightfall, the darkness came to me without descent of the sun. Before the flames shall return and ablaze the sky on fire, I will hide myself in the shade of the moon. Last ray of the light, sole spark of the sun. Final and so fragile, travelled from afar.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

In the eve of the warfare in the silence of the woods, soon comes the blood red dawn. Death will fall upon these fields, no armour or shield shall defend from the blade of the winterborn. Crimson sun is rising, and soon the enemy is moving forward. In the eye of the storm, not by bloodline but as brothers of the war. Last line of defence, with their blood new borders shall be drawn. Frozen blood on the snow! Not in the name of the vengeance, or the path of retaliation. We stand to defend with supreme defiance! In the eye of the storm, not by bloodline but as brothers of the war. Last line of defence, with their blood new borders shall be drawn. Enemy defeated, bloodless legions on a cold white ground, on a frozen soil of the north.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I know the deepest oceans arc, darkest abyss where to pull me under. I'm the guardian of life, defender of death, keeper of the eternal slumber. Abyss where to pull me under! I am the blade, thorn in my flesh. Cut between the bones where the pain is grander. I am the storm of the ages, I am the skies torn asunder, I am the darkness grandeur.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Behold of the moon, full circle of sun reflection. Silvery light illuminates the world below. Gaze upon the world of frost forged from the ice of ages. Dominion of winter, realm of snow. In the snow traces a wolf, a trail leading into the wild. Untamed and fierce by its nature. Across the woods, upon the soil frozen to the core, absence of warmth forevermore. On the shore of the stream colder than ice, a tomb built into a perfection. A grave that shall never be frozen. Dark waters, calm surface gives no reflection. On the river floor underneath the countless fathoms, in the pitch-black depth lies the fallen ones great in numbers. Beneath the icy flow buried in the lightless vault, layed to rest into the deep. What the chasm seizes the depth will keep, no deliverance gate to break free. No redemption, salvation to seek, in the river of ice they sleep. Beneath the icy flow buried in the lightless vault, layed to rest into the deep. What the chasm seizes the depth will keep, no deliverance gate to break free. No redemption, salvation to seek, in the river of ice they sleep.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

When sorrow calls my name and grief runs in my veins, can I begin the bleeding? When air becomes a pain and it hurts to inhale, can I just stop, cease breathing? A shriek from the void exhales the words, painted to be seen. Screams from within! Speaks softly, howls aloud. Rushing towards like a tide, drowns like a flood, buries inside. When sorrow calls my name and grief runs in my veins, can I begin the bleeding? When air becomes a pain and it hurts to inhale, can I just stop, cease breathing? Vaikka aurinko jo nousi ja valossa kylpee maa, jää minussa ei murru sillä sisälläni on vain pimeää ja kylmää.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025