The uprising of Hell

The message of war is now whispered
An uprising is being planned
A few more days all will be peaceful
After it you will be crushed and rammed

Here is now the day of cleansing
Preparations for war is to start
Here is now the day of sunlight
War is painted on the one to tear you apart

Here is now the day of the moonlight
The cold stillness and resting seduce you
To believe there exists no more threat
But truth is; destruction will be here soon

Here is now the day of bravery
Preparations are now almost done
Hatred is glowing and now we are strong
We know that the fight is to come

This is the great day of Odin
The last day of peace this will be
This is the last preparation
But what it is you will not see

And this is the day of Thunder and rage
To suffer it is now your turn
We will bring Hell to your house
This night the sky itself will burn

We open the fiery gates of Hell
We lit the black fires in our hearts
Satan stands by us in this great war
Upon your lies we start a slaughter done well

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!


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More of the same

I met a strange but very polite stag name chopin today. He was differant.. strange... but i suppose i cannot blame him, this world or demension isn't the nirvana buddah would say is peacefull. But i still should try to make a living out of it. But ever since my brother died on our journey here i have not been the same.*sigh*.... i guess things just go alone... don't they..?

The mist so thick,
glistening yet gray,
making the sky so pale.
It's crawling up the fields,
like a creature from a cave,
it rolls towards us, slowly, slowly.
From the sea it came,
from the blackest water of lakes,
the Hell in a filthy puddle.
It moves onto us with a stench of salt,
with a scent of pain,
with a feeling of hopelessness.
The shriek of a dying bird,
the whisper of a sickness' lips,
the sound of being destined to a life of misery,
it comes with the fog,
heavily sinking from the sky.

By Shulgalaj

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More of the same

My writings... poems... whatever.

Please care to comment somewhere I can read it. By the way not all of these have any real names or anything. (the newest ones are the last in the list)

The tear in the river (the first one I submitted)

Something about gold

The Swan

Something about the existence

Shulgie is a poser (Oh, the rain)

The Mist

The Uprising of Hell

Path of the past

The Sound Of A Something

The Kind-Hearted Tree

Dark Tunnel

Until spring returns

A study of Death

Play me!

He didn't see it coming. How could he have?
Lord Alastair was one of his few friends. He was quiet, reserved, and never raised a point to another being. At least, that is what Finata once believed.

It's raining in the forest! YAY! My deer has always wanted to see the rain!!
*Goes to take lots of screenshots*
That are hopefully better than the one on my display picture, *glarez at it*

HOW DO I POST PICTURES I TOOK ON THE ENDLESS FOREST HERE

Today I was having a swell' time when I just randomly decided to restart my comp. Wrong Decision.
When I loaded TEF it logged me in as a guest. OK that was strange, but it got wierder. I logged in, went to get some of my old spell data and loaded it into the game and it didn't work ( I still had no mask,the default pelt, and the default antlers)

Please believe me that (to me) this is really kind serious.

i met chopin in the forest today, i actually had a nice sparr with em' X3. hopfully ill see you again, friend!