Tabellae Defixionum
Here I come with no weapons to protect me Here I come with a bleeding heart in my hand I walk the path naked in the embrace of the moon I'm not hostile as I enter your dominion To reveive the powers that to others you steal And I swear death by my own hand to whoever betrays Deep Infernal rising Mercyless guardian. Protector of the gates of hell Poison distiller, bringer of torture and pain Feed by the fear of countless graves Mercyless guardian grabbed to the eath- centuries have passed and most memories have failed. His roots grow stronger and larger every year Sage and ancient feeding with the dead No living form surrounds the soil were he's strenghten. Evil guards the path to the end Even fire dares not to shine in this presence. As I enter his jaws I must fear no pain He senses the weak and feeds on them The chosen one must be in touch With those who in eternal dreams lay... Once by generation to guide the strong and the wise. Three each century to cause harm and despair. When the reaper decides the time for an end. The beast shall go to his lair and feed the guardian with his flesh
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
Burn with the fire that glows every night Fed by the violence of all metal hearts Ride with the devil forged on steel With the black infernal flame that burns with greed The heat is increasing as fast as the speed Hell's winds blow with fury as they push out the dying light Satan's jaws are open wide -Nocturnal ride- A ball of fire spited from the heart of tenebra crosses defiant the black sky A horde of demons slay all that's alive Swipping the purity and the beauty of light A living winter dominates the land were the fires of hell cross the night -Nocturnal ride- Screams of evel are heard all around yelling with fury with a broken voice Evil will arise...metal never dies
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
I smell your blood. I smell your fear. desire possesses my soul -The forest is my haunt- Let me haunt you through the woods. The forest is my abyss No mortal soul shall blasphemate my home I feel you near, give me your soul -The forest is my haunt- I smell your blood, give me your soul-I smell your fears, shivers in the dark -The forest is my haunt- No mortal soul shall enter my kingdom. I am the law, the spirit of the oak Mother nature be my allied, carnage of the unworthy -The forest is my haunt.-
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
Listen the warning of the hanging man, after the hill of the runic stone Lies the dominion of the green eyes, surrounded by high mountains like claws Attacking the celestial dome. With tempting visions she gets caught of her future victims Making them faint slowly, day after day, breath after breath All thoughts go for the green eyes in the forbidden path to loss A revenge from what once was supposed to be killed that approaches reality's surface from the depths To get a prey into a deadly trap that deserves a mercyless death And torment towards the betraying soul Death comes from the depths, let the nightmare carry on... As a morbid grip in the throat, the hunter of souls possesses the heart of the brace Dragging them to her lair, giving visions of heavenly dormancy Of a lake of pure waters as her green eyes. Cruel laughter, stench of putrefaction, Black mud mixed with blood and bones swallows the fools of dog In the swamp were she rules like hell The rotten with of the green eyes
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
Damnations engraved in lead as the underworld is cold and dark Curses spells and invocations to the highest divinities To a definite end, cause harm to the enemies -Chorus: Tabellae Defixionum, The ancient Celtiberian curse- Silence one by one in pain and madness, be brave... written... For them... in silence. Malevolent genius loath them To eternal silence The great master shall send a legion of infernal divinities Invocated with one mission, destroy the enemy -Repeat chorus- Buried in graves in wich the corpses died by violent death Lost souls, only obeying the master, they shall win the eternal sleep
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026
Bass solo: Cold sweat, after life revelation Deadly rising of the sulphuric steam chocking heat and agony screams The ascense is a torture, to beat the croocked hill as many tried To reach the realm, but found death ande their bodies turned like stones Building higher the walls Flying in circles with wide spreaded wings over the heads of the condemned Demons await eagerly the upcomming feast and the torture never stops More and more keep arriving as their ancestors drop Is it the persistance or is it their fate or just unborn evil For more evil to come, hell becomes stronger as they die time after time And grows with their skulls and the rivers of blood. Guitar solo: Pure hatred spells Bass solo: Death knell of doom Guitar solo: Macabre rites at the infernal depths Bass solo: Demential screams of the ripper This is what fate leads instead of death cause here death has not a meaning When there's no flesh. Trapped in time, fourth one never to come Vexilla regis prodeunt inferi. Condemna te tute ex akerinferis est
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Jun 22, 2026