Eldritch Illuminations
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Cold Moon ignites the circle Aroused by the baying of wolves Black Fires to keep thee warm Under the austere of darkness Spells wrought with vigor Words pure with voice In this the hour of orbs I commune with wandering spirits Towards thee they gather and stir To guide thee towards thine answers Give me the Keys... The Keys to The Glories of Death In your revelry I sing The Mysteries of Mortality Mors mihi lucrum "I harness The Grand Powers of the Earth Elements held at bay with my tongue Unto the dying lands, Unto the dying skies, I unravel the cosmic mysticism Tied to the Moon, spun spinnerets On astral daze I fly unto the night, Course like poison through the veins Unbound by Laws of Light and Life" I am a ghostly tyrant I am a burning soul I am covered in eyes to see I am eternal Humanity's last breath absorbed For I am the flaming sword I bring suffering Mors tua, vita mea I cannot awake I carry this vision of darkness On thine twelve black wings I carry the burden of stars I've traversed opal oceans of blood Into deepest abyssal chasms of Life Returned from the aeons of immortality By dusk I have sunk my vessel into the ground Through the portals I am whisked away across... Cold relentless scapes Stained with soulless existences The nocturnal sky is scorching The heavens with might and eternal strife Tears froze while streaming from thine eyes Cold blood seeps into the soil And the visions in my mind's eye I feel their sadness through the conflagration Häxanmist, pillars of fumes Scent of ignited flesh, air stained with screams Billows of smoke pour into their lungs As their remains become a sea of ashes The glowing fires The obscene pyres The smell of charred flesh All magick words arise! adsum noctifer adsum sidereus adsum invisibilis adsum ignigena I summon thee! I call ye! From every corner, every grave Rise! Set your vengeful call upon the living From your ashes, rise! Rise! Illuminated by purest Black Flames Licking the air with a burning tyranny Blood like wine flowing into our mouths We receive, we receive as ye rise!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
bella! horrida bella! On winged steeds of wrath Scythe sings serenades of murder An apex of requiems toll within the knells On the precipice of Death bella internecinum! Knolls filled with graves beyond horizons Lost were the keys to the olden ways Treachery from swollen tongues Must be cut out with rusted blades Malignant waves in the atmosphere Make way for maelstroms of sanguine blaze Soon your path will be swallowed by our maw Soon your ways will be smited with our scorn Your names will be blotted out with your blood Your songs will be muted by our storms In stagnant pools of your tears you will drown Your dominion smited out by our war The blood of the land It calls! It cries out! Winds torment our bones As the cold cloaks our flesh Protected by the moonlit frost Ice grows from within thine veins As pure as our wounds As pure as the Silver Moon As pure as the stars, we blighted As pure as the Night sky Hidden, only spoken of in hushed whispers How silence fell on the tongues of traitors Our Shadows grow with each passing Age Though our Spirits were not meant for this one We are an enlightening rage Upon this Earth we scorched with Black Flame Our candle has turned shallow A flickering agony These lands we stalk as Earthly ghosts Bound to aeons of misery On cold holocaust winds We fly on black wings Towards a Sun we seek to cancel out Once again to preserve the darkness On centuries' wrath we bare time and space (6:34) Let every word be a viper's strike Through our venomous verses Upon mercy's throat the python bites No repentance for this bloodshed Thou hour hath come You pray yet you are the prey No forgiveness, this is war Our triumph is in our notes and our voices We inhale the dust of the falling stars We exhale the breath of a thousand deaths For we are the scythe, we are deception We are the everlasting hatred within Our glorious Winter bloodline Lycanthropic under Full Moon nights The skulls and the bones Are the timber for our shrines Wildfires in the North Luminate our thrones Candles glaring in soft alignment With their ghosts inside the smoke As I blow awake enlightenment The blood from one thousand Suns Falls to the ground in unison Nourishing the lands in a crimson deluge "Let every word be a viper's strike Through our venomous verses Upon mercy's throat the python bites No repentance for this bloodshed Thou hour hath come You pray yet you are the prey No forgiveness, this is war Our triumph is in our notes and our voices We inhale the dust of the falling stars We exhale the breath of a thousand deaths For we are the scythe, we are deception We are the everlasting hatred within And the silence was broken By a seismic shift in the crust A gaping crack in the Earth hath surrendered From it's jaws came one thousand plagues" coniunctis viribus carpe noctem coniunctis viribus capax infiniti
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026