Death of the Sun

When skies darkened and the nation called men stood at arms heralding the death of the sun i have seen the world through vultures eyes from the highest of places, in the deepest of nights all the earth in my perception the past and future as one conception i have run the trail as a wolf, as a ghoul as cold as grave, as fierce as a flame i have howled its hunger and sunken my teeth to the ribcage of life and reality i have known the world in all its emptiness i have seen beginning and ends, so meaningless the individual tragedies and grandscale catastrophies i have lived a million finales each dying wish i have heard i have thrived in the decay of cultures as a god, as a man, in the blazing inferno death of a planet is the birth of a star fire and blood, the rise and the fall on the first day i will swallow the sun and shine in utter darkness i am the death of the sun i am the end

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

i lie beneath the flame tonight i bow before my death beginning now meets end and the water whispers my name over bleak, darkening waters and bottomless depths towards the solemn shores towards places unseen from the grey came rowing the man of silent waters his boat glides across the lake nothing stirs in his wake over the unforgiving water silent, black and calm towards forgotten lands towards the great unknown

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

sleep brings no joy to me the shadows of the dead which my waking eye may never see my soul is given unto misery the memories never die my soul is given unto misery and lives on in sighs sleep brings no rest for me in soundest of sleep they come with their nightmarish imagery my only wish is to forget in endless sleep of death yet my harrassed heart still beats the sleepless and the dead sleep brings no hope to me the shadows come alive they wait. Patiently. They wait. Wait for me. My only is wish is to forget in endless sleep of death yet my harrased heart still beats the sleepless and the dead

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

through the wintry lamp light fell sleek white snow a lone gull, december pale with wings cleaving the chilled air above the mist clad harbour where time stands still she stares at the pitch black sea lost in its grim beauty like an angel of death the white veil shadows her black soul long beyond hope the snow covers all memories a pale departure of hope these bleak days seem like years radiant as a haunting spirit in the frost white light the gull swept past her and disappeared into the deep black sky a pale departure of hope these bleak days seem like years in the dark rivers of the heart a pale departure of hope

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

a sense of movement in silent rooms dust was raised in ascending spirals papers rustled in empty grates the wind whistles through rotting frames a sense of movement in silent rooms it was the wind that made the trees move creating faint shadows that fell throught the cracks their shades drifting across the old mirror for she comes to me still in the lost time between sleep and wake in the pale hours a sense of movement in the silent rooms the world reflected in the mirror, subtly different lonely shape moving within its depths finding no companion in the old house it was the wind just the wind a sense of movement in the silent rooms it was the wind that carried these images of unknown past, a pale forgotten memory through the glass, into another reality it was the wind just the wind

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

dreams fade in the daylight but its always dark on the inside i have lost my way - no devotion i have gone too far – no devotion on the inside the light will disappear one the inside it was never here on the inside unredeemable sins doomed to walk the night alone some ghosts just refuse to die runes once carved, still aflame galders once sung, still echoing path once chosen, coming to an end no turning back, i am going all the way

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

the haunts of men, beneath the dying sun swarming with creatures, echoing with emptiness build with sorrow and tears and human dust lost in the ocean of nothingness cursed be the men and their haunts cursed be the gods above and below the haunts of men, beneath the dying sun places of worship, death, pain and suffering build from the ashes of man and oak and pine never ending circle, the vipers swallows its own tail

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

these woods have no pathways where spirits walk the earth with heavy steps that leave no footprints by an old burial ground, a shimmering chant from the depth of these mists whispers from a black river sense of movement in the still forest the restless sleepers leave their eternal beds trails unseen to mortal eyes where spirits walk the earth where the undead walk beyond the night once great, great once more words and songs of the swamps long ago sunken again surface runes and spells once carved ablaze again on the now fallen trees your pride is gone singer of songs yet in your tunes still is your glory carved in these woods whispered to the winds within each line your everlasting story your colours faded soil for singers in these meadows and in these trees reclaiming past glory in these woods forever more your wisdom lingers

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

down they came, sparrows and crows down they came, with blackwings unknown falling down like icy rain sang to me of summers end rust on black feathers under the dying sun rust on black feathers bathing in the greyest light down they came, dreams and hopes swallowed by dark autumn dread dreams once dreamed are all now dead blown away by the freezing winds

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025