Dooom

A bed of stone To wake upon To a world long dead May this sight strike me blind Lest I envy the dead Let my bones melt to Earth To cease and forget In brittled cloth A grave of rock Above the world's remains Qorban: "I broke the surface of a lifetime of sleep, or so I felt. For minutes I couldn't will my aching bones to move, to rise from my bed of stone, or my gaze to bend from the tomb of rock above me. I willed my body over the edge and crushed to the floor below. Through a mist of pain I started to see: I was imprisoned. A foreboding fright dawned in me, as I slowly struggled to free myself from my own grave. It seemed my limbs would burst before I was free, but finally at the very end of my strength I could see the world beyond, and to my horror - It was no more!" I have lost to sleep Man's final days Now to awake Just to be tortured by grief

Qorban: "Through blood and thorns I wandered, freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below. All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris, and shells of stone remain, drowning in ashes, as if we had never been. Everyone I had ever known. Everyone I'd ever meet. Everyone I ever loved. Gone with the centuries, lost under a sea of ashes." Only now when every chance To belong Is bitterly gone I feel I do For the very first time I understand The gift we had Now forever gone All I ever knew lie dead And their ephitaphs the ashes guard Must I live to mourn the world Or find reunion once the ashes part For I am chosen To speak At the open grave Of each and everyone How can I mourn For every man? May I soon Lie with them Qorban: "How can I go on, when all I have is a grave? When one place is as good as another, to lie down and belatedly join where I belong. Let it end here, with me." This unearthly knell A deadly gale, or A grace of life?

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

Come here Sink into The chant of Moon To lose A face As Earth turned Moon We are the altar On which the world was slain You're born For us Atone for us Be the one Or become The sacrifice Bakar: "Come closer, newborn. Good that you have put the robes we have provided for you. You are now one of us. I can see you are afraid? You don't need to fear us. We are everything. We are your brothers and sisters, newborn! We are your destiny, and your place is among us." Qorban (to himself): "Why do I fear their faceless hoods more than death itself? What is this supernatural terror washing over me, as they come slowly closer and closer? I...I cannot let them get me. I must flee!" Fly now To no avail Thy fate is drawn You will return

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025

I reached the core Once the peak of life The bleeding eyes Of empty shells A shattered vision The failure that was man Higher spires Deeper Graves Graveyard horizon Whence my eyes can't flee Every ruin Is convicting me They all, as one Her voice foremost Too dead to bear Fingers damn Then crumble to dust Their touch is stone The present past Passed away As life is lost Qorban: "In the dead city, only the echoes of my steps are alive. Like in a dream, I entered a shattered and half-buried house through its gaping eyeholes. Inside a body of rags and ashes, she's long dead, unknown, forgotten. I wipe the dirt from my wet eyes but I can hardly see. Look! A brittle newspaper! This...cannot be, it's all a mad...unending nightmare! These voices...I did nothing! Nothing, you hear me? Leave me alone!" You live Where we are doomed To die You must reveal Our secret bane

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 23, 2025

Ancient rust on black Scarlet curve of wrath Spill a bleak revenge In Gethsemane I will make you pay, Bleed your scarlet guilt To reconquer day From filth And they fall like leaves Brittle to the touch Where blood is only grey Only grey Bakar: "We are the Moonkult. I am Bakar, the First. You see, brother, the world that was is dead. It was foul, teeming with sin. As mankind made its final discovery, the end of the patience of god, the experiment was ended. The world was returned into the shape of moon, a clean state. Only when aeons of penitence have passed, befitting the crime, and mankind has forgotten sin, desire, rebellion, only then will the world be born anew. A perfect, newborn world." Stay away Bleed away Fall like statues Mute like sleep And to the end of day I will run from your lies If there is sanctuary I shall find it or cease Bakar: "You, my son, are the sacrifice to die for our sins, until we'll finally be forgiven."

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

Too far I came And nothing changed No reason to search on Is to be found The ruin too vast All is nowhere And every way Is leading here Every step I lost a bit Now I'm almost gone Devived I'm lost by life Too deep in dust Made of yesterday Release me From despair That is my everywhere Qorban: "Unending ashes are the ocean to drown me, to douse any spasm of life remaining in this treading corpse, where every step is bringing me deeper into this wasted, bottomless world uttering 'you don't belong here, you are life and the time of life has passed'. And I do think my body is slowly and surely giving in, when every mile gives birth to more ruin, an endless sea of monotony. Despite myself, I watch my knees caving in, sinking into my grave, welcomed by Earth, shrouded by storm. And I am too drained to ride, too battered, too devived..." My eyes are veiled A final time Yet summoned by a distant glow, Am I to be born anew?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 23, 2025

In a blackened blur of crowding clouds I dropped my sorrow among the leaves I took my place as wise men do As the storm prepared its release Through raging winds and weeping skies I sat in the loneliness of solitude I washed my eyes in growing streams Earth's resistance True magnitude As black sky faded to blue And again the Earth felt the sunrise A silver mirror stood before me Bequeath of the silent rainbow A beautiful mirror of radiant splendor As ominous as the autumn moon It brought upon me endless wonder Yet spoke of some unknown doom And the reflection punished me No words could ever tell... In the end of the world, I could only see myself

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 12, 2025

I surrender Too weak to carry on My bones struggle Towards the soil I know the end I know all's in place For my departure My sacrifice I am the end The bane of yore Yet bridge to a dawn beyond I am the end The sacrifice Hope's frail seed my legacy Pathetic host Bear me like a saint With bloodletting eyes To slaughter Familiar cross In hatred divine I welcome you In wedlock Qorban: "The ropes bit into my flesh, the rough wood scraped my back. A silence of awe fell on the throng, as my arms were spread out, falling gently against the rusty nails protruding from the arms of the cross. I lost understanding of where I am. Nothing mattered anymore. I had done what I think I was born for. I had planted a seed to grow and tear down the sins of my blood. But I was born from guilt and I was to return the same way. My mind left me and the infernal pain behind, as my flesh and the nails united. There was a scream somewhere, and my cross was raised against the muted twilight moon." EPILOGUE: Throughout man's rise and fall, stone would hardly change. The cave in the mountains would see them wake again, and again, unmoved. This time, something changed. Carven into the rock above a bed of stone, these words would meet the Newborn: "Brother, this is my legacy. I woke as you have, torn from his flesh, as you are. I tried to stop them as you will. I failed, but you will prevail. And here is how..."

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025