Misanthropic Poetry

Through the Times to Stone Gills of Eternity Fall

Misanthropic Poetry


We walk alongside of the altering age 
The stone ways of times have died. 
Wet with blood of celestial lands. 
And with silvering waves withing we do storm 
Dark nature renews four eternal faces. 

Sometimes her winds are poisoned with dust 
Of land under Bethlehen dog 
By kind he gifted tear of the sun 
This is the reason of battles will be done again 
One day we came to the darkest cascade 
And cold gills of eternity will fall through the times have died 
And turned into stone into the arms of who was grim 
And will hearted in war age and who will return. 

We'll be standing at the bounds of eternity realm 
Gathering all demons worlds in chaos of unique dread 
Whispering sounds of eternity gills falling down. 

Time will come, the eternity gills 
Drawn the stone ways of time have died. 
This is the age we'll chase in freezing winters and chill spring storms 
In summer dread moon light and in mournful autumns. 

"Their Land We'll Come" 
With every night of moonlit sky 
When the solar eyes of your lords stay shut 
Their dreams flames fade more. 
Hate never rest and hunger winds of us delight with blood 
Of their land you stand for. 
Land we'll come. Timeless. 

These are the hordes of silver wolves 
And the Great One to come with us 
These are the flocks of Ravendom 
And the Great One to come with us 
These are the fogs and blizzards to come with us 
This is the Horned Almighty of demonworld we'll came from 

We are the thousands of his thoughts and sightless forms 
The dread visions beyond the dream flames of sunrise idols 
With every night of moonlit sky 
Death rides their land we'll come to storm. 

At dusk whenn the shadows will overspread the solar eyes 
This time when the whole world will invade deep inside 
The land you stand for. 

"Wind stormingwith blazes beholder of primary war, 
Rushing before us, the wildest tearing to apart 
No one will resist you where are no lands to hide 
Under the moonlit cloud hills of Noctes Unlight 
With you we'll arise as tide, what the fatal Moon lead the way." 

With wind we'll arise again, timeless. 
As tides what the fatal Moon lead the way to their land 
And dim dream flames of solar eyes.