Wolven Mysteries of Ancient Lore
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Mutilating the Light On sword and scythe By plague and strife Endless abandonment Sink into sacrament Black Baptism Chrysallis within shambonic wombs Black holes swallowing stars Spew forth pitch Black Flames Nascentes morimur Lillithic kiss Spread out thy wings Woven with Black Fire Descend into the Abyss Without sacrifice There can be no devotion We are corrupting all Light Becoming one with Darkness Tempus edax rerum Timor mortis conturbat me Tnecsed ruo ni seil ytirup Ssenkrad htiw eno gnimoceb Tghil eht lla gnitpurroc era ew (We are corrupting All the Light Becoming One with Darkness Purity lies in our Descent)
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
It would be wise If you would follow me Through the tunnels For there is but one key To unlock these chains Of mortality Blood in the mysteries Eyes flow no tears And the Sun No longer shines on our graves "Preying on their minds like a wraith Sharpening thine teeth on their faith For these centuries I've scoured For these aeons I traversed In a madness laughing backwards Their existence I have cursed" Open their veins for the Crimson Dragon Cull the perverse from the flock At war! Let plagues unfurl! Blut ist Lieben! Immortal though I am! It's an Obsession! To stalk and prey guided by intuition Centuries of loneliness has left me To crawl inside this shade Immortal though I am! Its the Obsession! I crave and desire! Nocturnal Bloodlust! (Immortal though I am!) The decadence of mortality (It's an Obsession!) Encapsulates this rage Heart is of the black shimmering void Teeth a slithering sting in the darkness Astral bodies deceive the night This physical world is but decay Through the boundaries of shadows Our tendrils will reach out to choke The living must repay with blood Their Light is their Atrocity! Thine pale skin burns Sun collapsing in black Sombre aether in the moonlight Curse of ferality expanding What a horrible night for a curse My heart is a furnace of ashes Warm blood seeps into thine tongue Thine black wings eclipse the moon Worms will feed on you not I For I am timeless as the night Inmortales Noctis "Sordid are the ways in which they fear death! Weakness in spirit is what I testify! They wonder in their awaiting bane! Searching for their elixir of life!" "It's their warm blood and their souls I do prey" Gone are my days of absolution! A nocturnal ambition. Blood soaked teeth In splendor. At my will they all shall fall down before me
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Amongst the frost and fog Lie the forgotten graves The Sorrows of Centuries Past Steeped with blood and war Arising are the shadows Of those battlefields Wars of our conflagration In which our hatred burns Funeral torches burn amidst Igniting the Black Flame once again The dove has now been slain by wolves Temples burning in the West Our candles burning in the North The South engulfed by Our flames The East left smouldering in ashes "Your swords must never be cleansed of the blood. Of the enemies that which you have slained. For that rust on your blade is a victory. On this Earth and Beyond" It's by Our swords and Our Will They All Fall! Let their bones be Our altars Their skulls be Our thrones Let our Wraiths arise from the Darkness Arise from the Chaos of Death Forever Our Retribution Must be paid in blood Spectres of Our armies flown On Wings of Holocausts The blackest of sanguine paths Amidst a land now torn On the twilight of our existence The white light disappears Our Age is now Reborn! The battle cries to the East To the South we've triumphed Onwards towards the frozen North For the West has been conquered "And like a Gate opening itself wide Wraiths take flight on black wings A time of blood, scorn and Death Lies upon thee like a blade to a throat Quenched on wrath thine astral body sees A world about to smolder and from the ashes will arise our Kingdom." Thus Our task will Always be To slake the thirst of this land With the blood and bones of Light thus Preserving the Darkness of this World From the Long Lost Ages Savage Warlords Rise Unforgiving Butchers from Forgotten Times As the Battle Rages through the Winter Night With Medieval Hatred Grey Dawn's Phantoms Ride!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Wolven Mysteries Ex Luna Scientia Ceremony of Hanwi Primordial hunger Primevel teeth Sky is turning grey then black Hidden, the hem of the darkness Sewn in the Frost Moon's mouth Our ritual mysteries The paucity of prey Not a trace of mercy Of sanguine atmospheres Under the waxing crescent Our bones, our flesh begin to transform! Our thirst for blood! It calls to thee! We a await Fullest of Moons! Snow cries out for blood! Menily Muuya From Ye We gather Our Strength! Alignak Igaluk From Ye We gather Our Spirit! Frost on our backs Tonight it is cold blood! We wonder in the coldest of nights Blood of the opfers They never knew such heights Victims of our ingrained appetites Our thirst and lust is never slaked A Lycanthropic Order The Purest Ancestry A Therionthropic Bloodline A Wolven Monarchy
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026