Misanthropic Poetry

I'm Screaming in the Raven Hills to Sun will Never Rise

Misanthropic Poetry


Hatred. I'm immortal in these realms 
Through eternity I'm breathing with snowfalls 
On the weak earth to release its final moments 
I greet you, my ancient goddess and for you this Great Armageddon 

In the raven hills I'm calling nocturnal forces 
Maiden that's pure and divine 
I'm here you eternal black foe 
And none of your feeble children will escape my storming evil 

Undone sunrise … 
Frenzied I'm screaming 
In the whirlwind of circling ravens 
Reigning demons of the storming snowfalls eclipsed the sunrise 

… Pain will be cold and relentless 
Grim centuries of frozen sad and weak earth 
Feeble human child, do you believe in my prophecy 
In my fierce moments of this day of undone sunrise. 

Hatred. I'm immortal in these realms 
I greet you, my ancient goddess 
And for you this Great Armageddon. 
Sunrise the forever undone.