Longer intro to set the mood and build up the song

Deep Down It Lies Await

Aeons of Suffering

Born to Die

A Dying Star

Xaelon's Curse

Metamorphosis

Lyrics:

Through the fog, the specters roam,
One among the restless spirits,
Silent hymns and breathless songs,
Welcoming the hand of death

A requiem of hollow hearts,
The wind speaks in broken tongues,
Tired eyes, witnessed fate,
I'm bound to the endless dark

No dawn will break upon my skin,
No voice will call me home,
I fall into the silent depths,
At last, I walk alone

Lost within the waiting,
A dream without an end,
Hands that reach but touch no warmth,
The stars have all condemned

Oathbound, my time is here
Written in blood and sealed in death
Dissolving into nothingness,
No memory remains

No dawn will break upon my skin,
No voice will call me home,
I fall into the silent depths,
At last, I walk alone

Mörkret famnar min sista stund,
(The darkness embrace my final moment,)
Timmar faller likt döda löv,
(Hours falls like dead leaves,)
Nattens tystnad inbringar lugn,
(Silence of the night brings a calm,)
Men vem sörjer mig?
(But who'll mourn for me?)

Höj din fackla och låt mig brinna,
(Raise your torch and let me burn,)
Sprid min aska ut i naturen,
(Spread my ashes into the nature,)
Ur askan ett frö kommer gro,
(From the ashes a seed will sprout,)
Och allt blir återfött...
(And everything is reborn...)

Den Slutliga Vilan

Lyrics:

Samlas, samlas, syskon kära,
(Gather together dear siblings,)
natten klär oss i sin skrud.
(the night dresses us in its robes.)
Elden höjer sina tärnor,
(The fire raises its wings,)
röda flammor, skuggors bud.
(red flames, shadow's command.)
Hand i hand vi stiger närmre,
(Hand in hand we get closer,)
tramp i takt på mullen röd,
(stomp to the beat on the red dirt,)
vinden sjunger genom träden,
(the wind sings through the trees,)
dansa, dansa, tills vi dör!
(dance, dance, untill we die!)

In twilight’s veil, where the oaken roots entwine,
We carve the sigils in the soil, an offering divine.
Smoke coils skyward, dusk’s embrace,
The stars align in spectral grace.

As above, so below,
The veins of earth begin to glow.
Whispered names of gods untold,
Through blood and fire, lost and old

Rise from the embers! We call forth the storm!
The flesh and the soil, forever reborn!
Torrents of shadow, the roots twist and writhe,
The ground splits open, hellfire arrives!

Through shifting winds and hollow moans,
We dance upon the ancient stones
Bound in flesh, we trace the runes,
Summon wrath beneath the moon

A flower petal turns to ash,
In the wake of spirits past
Eclipsed within the dying light,
The covenant is sealed this night

As above, so below,
Ashen winds begin to blow.
Through endless night, the earth will weep,
For the gods of old no longer sleep

Rise from the embers! We call forth the storm!
The flesh and the soil, forever reborn!
Torrents of shadow, the roots twist and writhe,
The ground splits open, hellfire arrives!

From sacred ground to scorched remains,
The forest drowns in crimson rain.
We spoke the words, we bore the weight,
Now bound to this unholy fate

As above, so below

As above, so below

Coven

A story to be told... (The Skogsrå, Skogsra, Mistress of the Forest, The Wood Nymph)

Lyrics:

Skogsrået bor där skogen är djup,
(The Skogsrå lives deep within the woods,)
där solen går bort och blir kvar.
(where the sun goes down and remains.)
Hon lockar med blickar, hon viskar ditt namn,
(She lures with her looks, she whispers your name,)
och ingen vet vem som hon tar.
(and no one knows who she's taking.)
Hon ser ut som en kvinna med doft utav vår,
(She looks like a woman with the scent of spring,)
men ryggen är inte av blod.
(but the back is not made of blood.)
För ryggen är barkig och sned som ett träd,
(Because the back is of bark and crooked like a tree,)
och huden där bak aldrig når.
(and the skin never reach the back.)

A lone man walked as daylight died,
Where roots lay tangled, deep and wide.
He saw her there, a shape so still,
By stone and stream and silent hill.
He followed her where no path led,
Through mist and moss and birch bark red
A glance over shoulder, a smile so slight,
The forest held its breath that night.

Branches part like blades of glass,
A path not made for man to pass.
She moved as mist, in silken grace,
No sound, no trace, no path, no pace.
Her scent was fern, her skin was dusk,
Her voice, a hymn in windswept hush.
He followed, barefoot, thoughtless, blind,
Through pine and time, and deeper lies.

She danced between the breaths of trees,
Where time dissolves and names will freeze.
He chased her past the reach of men,
Beyond return, beyond the end.

Each step grew heavy, strange, and wrong,
His heart beat loud where it didn’t belong.
Her laughter rang from every tree,
But he could not find where she would be.
The forest stilled, the owls withdrew,
The sky turned black, then split in two.
And somewhere deep, his heartbeat slowed,
As roots beneath him softly groaned.

Then something shifted in her shape,
A subtle tear in her perfect face.
Her back a hollow, twisted throne,
Where no blood beat, no heart had grown.
He saw her spine, a split black cave,
Twisting low like roots in graves.
Not bone, but bark. Not skin, but shade,
And eyes that swore what gods forbade.

She danced where light refused to cling,
Where hollow hearts are made to sing.
He saw the dawn inside her eyes,
But now he walks where daylight dies.

She carves her sigils in his chest,
And sings his name like all the rest.
Too late to run, too late to plead,
The roots had drunk what blood he’d bleed.
She kissed his lips, and through that breath,
She poured the ache of every death.
He saw the truth, too late to flee,
This thing he loved was never free.

With bark for skin and ash for soul,
He guards the path she stole him whole.
Bound to her in whispered screams,
A soul dissolved in forest dreams.
He is the moss beneath your feet,
He is the hush when shadows meet.
One with her, with roots and stone,
Forever hers, forever alone.

He saw her once, and followed still.
He loved her once, he always will.

Skogsrået

Part 1: https://soundcloud.com/prophet-of-hatred-7113095/siphon-life-harvester-pt-1

Lyrics:

The tether snaps, the soul exhales,
No gods remain, no heaven pales.
Only The Void, the cradle of sin,
Harvesting all, without and within.

Birthed into time, a debt to pay,
Each fleeting breath an offering made.
The Great Harvester, unseen, divine,
Feasts on the marrow of the passing line.

Lifespans coil around the blade,
Moments stripped and cast away.
A mouth without form, a hunger profound,
Devours the cries without a sound.

Lifespans coil around the blade,
Moments stripped and cast away.
A mouth without form, a hunger profound,
Devours the cries without a sound.

Worship the rot, embrace the end,
The Void ascends, the soul descends.
No afterlife, no second breath,
Only the pull of the endless depths.

Harvester of ages, king of none,
God of the empty, devourer of suns.
No prayer to save, no light to fend,
We end where we began, in blackness again.

Born in debt, we die in vain,
Harvested by hands unnamed.
The weight of time, the pull of ash,
Our lives dissolve into the cracks.

Through aeons' drift, the faithless kneel,
To whisper hymns to gods unreal.
But only The Void, patient, still,
Harvests the weak against their will.

In every cry, in every prayer,
It listens not, it does not care.
It claims its due, it drinks the soul,
And leaves behind a silent hole.

Worship the rot, embrace the end,
The Void ascends, the soul descends.
No afterlife, no second breath,
Only the pull of the endless depths.

Harvester of ages, king of none,
God of the empty, devourer of suns.
No prayer to save, no light to fend,
We end where we began, in blackness again.

From birth we bleed... to feed the Void...
From dust we rise... and to dust, denied...
All light is debt... all life is debt...
Harvester of the Void... the end of breath…

Harvester (pt. 2)

Part 2: https://soundcloud.com/prophet-of-hatred-7113095/harvester-pt-2

Lyrics:

I feel the leak through fractured skin,
An endless thread, drawn out, drawn in.
Fading pulse, a cinder's sigh,
The seconds rot behind my eyes.

Cursed hands unseen, they plunder slow,
Harvesting the breath I owe.
A fracture forms within the soul,
Dilating into the endless fold.

Cursed hands unseen, they plunder slow,
Harvesting the breath I owe.
A fracture forms within the soul,
Dilating into the endless fold.

With every breath, I dwindle thin,
With every dawn, I break within.
They siphon life, they drink me dry,
And leave me here to calcify.

Siphon life, the withering dance,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Veins like rivers, drying slow,
Hearts like tombs that cease to glow.
What hand, what god, what hollow king,
Would strip the soul of everything?

I claw the air, but cannot rise,
The sky peels back, it shows no light.
Something feeds beyond the veil,
Each thought, each breath, a thread pulled pale.

Silent Reaper, shroud my mind,
Erase my name from time’s design.
Each heartbeat stolen, one by one,
Until the reckoning is done.

With every breath, I dwindle thin,
With every dawn, I break within.
They siphon life, they drink me dry,
And leave me here to calcify.

Siphon life, the withering dance,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Silent Reaper, shroud my mind,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Siphoned...
Withered...
Harvested...
Forgotten…
Prepare the soul for the Void to claim…

Siphon Life (Harvester pt. 1)

With the lack of skills and talent, I use AI to express the ideas I have of songs in my head.
My main passion is Death Metal and I will use the progressive and experimental side to include other genres and styles into it.
Lost access to my earlier account so will re-post some of my personal favorites and more new to come.

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