I march tonight
on dim, little lights
With friend and foe
to search our souls
Of what we are
was never said
So we fought for them
our wretched souls
I see a flash
a stroke of light
Struck down the field
in rain of fire
It is our time
to meet our end
For no one that we are
found nothing but our souls
If that which is
a 14th of may
Will come to me
like a tragic day
With all that is
fell more astray
My love for you
that dreadful day
In your arms
was thought as warm
As a morning sky
with the sun up high
I wished to live
but I have died
And willed to be
of tragic fate
I'm lost that day
The 14th of May
A villain, a monster, a killer. I was seen as one, and they called me upon the name 'Lurker'. Infamous by my deeds, I seek to open the eyes of all man...
Has no one learnt of my preachings? has no one taken my examples a warning of how they would fall to death? I take the name of the blade into its design...
I am one with the knife that slitted throats and gutted all. I kill those who've done Oblivious and humanistic ideals and showed them all that we shall eat earth when time comes at hand. And Birth is pain, Life is Pain and Death is not so far the same...
I wander the city streets in the coming of night. I seek the men whose ideals are
And came the great beginning...
Where men fell oncemore, and terrors of unnamed realms have come to surface.
The great undoing of the world and the epic and brutal battle between men and corpses of grotesque transfigury. The nameless eyes of the Nether Rot, has close to keen on the fleeing men bound to oblivion.
And flesh be consumed...
The terrible beings of limitless numbers have come to spill the blood of all to earth. Even the fertile soil of the surface was maligned with abominations of pestilence and famine. Inhuman mutilations of bladed fiends, Crushed to slime by behemoths of ancient lore, and consumated 'til scarce the men w
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The twilight gloom of the Nether skies had gone darker as the armies of tormented souls and wraiths has come to finish the Arm Bridge Of Ebum. 'Twas time for the rotting lord of corpses to call upon the last champion...
"As the darkened skies that rain of blood and sinew...I call uponeth the wretched lord of the great Tartaros. He who called upon the ten miracles of blight and hunger, He who was summoned to kill the land of Ramses. Lo I bring forth my oils of fumed poison, chests of pleny bones and jars of prisoned souls...
I offer to thee...
With Abel's words came a shadow, a clog of compact smoke and unknown mass.
It spoke saying:
"So
The Advent Of The Emperor pt.1 by thornekid, literature
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The Advent Of The Emperor pt.1
"Lift the Radius bridge and haul the cages! The conquest is at hand!" Growled a hideous creature once known as Dumar when he was living. His bony hands and flesh-ripped arms points towards the Fleshgates. "What is your command my lord?"
asked the blood-drooling Dumar "Call upon the Fifth Trumpet, blow its wretched horns and summon the Destroyer!" commanded Abel as he lay anxious to his unholy crusade.
HUUUMMB!!!
The bonemade horn sounded and echoed to the vast and barren wastes of Sheol.
The rotting earth shook and trembled as the trumpet was repeatedly blown.
And came out a magnificent and malevolent being, a being of divine and wicked
"And the fallen shall inherit the earth..." He said, Scraping and crawling to the maggot filled Fleshgates. He who remembered the promise. He who fell deep into the dark abyss of the Nether. He who felt the first deathblow...
With his twisted mind, he created a world of his own. A world where the fallen will rise again. A world where saint and sinner is no different from dogs and flies...
And he yelled to the womb-like tunnel of the Gates "Arise, awake or forever be fallen! The time has now come to rise oncemore!" the cancerous wastelands of the Rotting Nether boiled and swelled with blood and sinew. With as far as the eyes could see toward
Death will be swift my child,
walk with me to the valley of eternity.
there you will see that your life is no different to those that dwell here so...
I live to see that one day all will be well,
but alas! such great agony and pain came afront.
My HEART will not be fixed,
My SOUL cannot be saved,
and thine eyes shine no more...
And the blank words of the dying man echoed to the still, dry air.
And he sat to write a song, a song he wrote 'Pathetique'.
there in soundless grunts and chimes of keys
he wrote without hearing.
still and deaf, sad and anguished...
He wrote his last sonata over a blank night sky,
remembering the chill of
"And the fallen shall inherit the earth..." He said, Scraping and crawling to the maggot filled Fleshgates. He who remembered the promise. He who fell deep into the dark abyss of the Nether. He who felt the first deathblow...
With his twisted mind, he created a world of his own. A world where the fallen will rise again. A world where saint and sinner is no different from dogs and flies...
And he yelled to the womb-like tunnel of the Gates "Arise, awake or forever be fallen! The time has now come to rise oncemore!" the cancerous wastelands of the Rotting Nether boiled and swelled with blood and sinew. With as far as the eyes could see toward
The Advent Of The Emperor pt.1 by thornekid, literature
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The Advent Of The Emperor pt.1
"Lift the Radius bridge and haul the cages! The conquest is at hand!" Growled a hideous creature once known as Dumar when he was living. His bony hands and flesh-ripped arms points towards the Fleshgates. "What is your command my lord?"
asked the blood-drooling Dumar "Call upon the Fifth Trumpet, blow its wretched horns and summon the Destroyer!" commanded Abel as he lay anxious to his unholy crusade.
HUUUMMB!!!
The bonemade horn sounded and echoed to the vast and barren wastes of Sheol.
The rotting earth shook and trembled as the trumpet was repeatedly blown.
And came out a magnificent and malevolent being, a being of divine and wicked
Advent of the Emperor pt. 2 by thornekid, literature
Literature
Advent of the Emperor pt. 2
The twilight gloom of the Nether skies had gone darker as the armies of tormented souls and wraiths has come to finish the Arm Bridge Of Ebum. 'Twas time for the rotting lord of corpses to call upon the last champion...
"As the darkened skies that rain of blood and sinew...I call uponeth the wretched lord of the great Tartaros. He who called upon the ten miracles of blight and hunger, He who was summoned to kill the land of Ramses. Lo I bring forth my oils of fumed poison, chests of pleny bones and jars of prisoned souls...
I offer to thee...
With Abel's words came a shadow, a clog of compact smoke and unknown mass.
It spoke saying:
"So
And came the great beginning...
Where men fell oncemore, and terrors of unnamed realms have come to surface.
The great undoing of the world and the epic and brutal battle between men and corpses of grotesque transfigury. The nameless eyes of the Nether Rot, has close to keen on the fleeing men bound to oblivion.
And flesh be consumed...
The terrible beings of limitless numbers have come to spill the blood of all to earth. Even the fertile soil of the surface was maligned with abominations of pestilence and famine. Inhuman mutilations of bladed fiends, Crushed to slime by behemoths of ancient lore, and consumated 'til scarce the men w
A villain, a monster, a killer. I was seen as one, and they called me upon the name 'Lurker'. Infamous by my deeds, I seek to open the eyes of all man...
Has no one learnt of my preachings? has no one taken my examples a warning of how they would fall to death? I take the name of the blade into its design...
I am one with the knife that slitted throats and gutted all. I kill those who've done Oblivious and humanistic ideals and showed them all that we shall eat earth when time comes at hand. And Birth is pain, Life is Pain and Death is not so far the same...
I wander the city streets in the coming of night. I seek the men whose ideals are
"its where only the misunderstood and the sick in mind can be what they really are."
whew. just updating shit and shit and even more shit. the scanner is badly busted and i cant download my sketches, YAY! :D
when you think its all over, it keeps getting better.
our thesis title is unapproved! HOORAY!!!
it profits none to dwell in despair. when all things goes against you, the solution is simple:
smile! :D
i know in my heart no one would read this. but its the only kind of "paper" or writing material wherein a flash-flood cant mess up unlike the ill-fated books and comics of mine during "ONDOY". i write this for future reference of my s
"its where only the misunderstood and the sick in mind can be what they really are."
whew. just updating shit and shit and even more shit. the scanner is badly busted and i cant download my sketches, YAY! :D
when you think its all over, it keeps getting better.
our thesis title is unapproved! HOORAY!!!
it profits none to dwell in despair. when all things goes against you, the solution is simple:
smile! :D
i know in my heart no one would read this. but its the only kind of "paper" or writing material wherein a flash-flood cant mess up unlike the ill-fated books and comics of mine during "ONDOY". i write this for future reference of my s
HELP MEH! right now im in a middle of a crisis..
we have the tune, the chords, the melody and all the shit we needed except for the important one.
LYRICS! D: i am destroyed..
i need inspahrayshen!
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