Woodtemple
EP • 2005
Sorrow, darkness, cold once we feeled, in a time of eternal war. In the name of our ancestors we moved from battle to battle to defend our nation. Our swords we thirsting for blood, the ground was covered with snow, as we moved out into a new battle. War, fire and death for the enemy. Swords crashed into each other Thousands of warriors have been fallen, here were no mercy and no escape. Much blood has been shed Darkness surrounded the field. We stormed their fortress and burnt their houses But they could not be found, Everything was hidden in eternal shadow
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025
Tears from the eyes of a warrior, Exhausted he was lying on the ground And was hit badly from the battle. Nothing he could witness anymore, only the eternal forests. Even the smell of nature and The sound of swords vanished in him. No hope, no power has been left, only to wait for death. Heavy for surrounded the forest, and a endless rain began, when the light of the warrior vanished. Once a strong warrior, fallen in fight of honour and loyalty for his nation. Nothing has been left The sound of forests, the might of nature, Even the smell of flowers and meadows, vanished forever.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025
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