The Fall and the Triumph
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
My eyes closed tight in anticipation The final step to achieve past lucidity of mind Breathless The first step into the inexorable Breathless Breathless Intense pain brings tears to my eyes But cannot wash away the blood on my hands Hooks tear through my skin My own soul Seek to pull me down Rip me in half Flay my outer shell Take me from this world Rip me from my mind My own soul My vision shifts into another landscape i can feel this existence fade away This world I know has changed Perceptions transcend I experience infinite vicissitudes I have become Genesis Worlds arise and crumble before my eyes I am one with true reality The senses limit the mortal shell Through this I've gained immortality Nothing can contain me! My flesh tears, my body falls I'm lying in my own blood Ripped from ecstasy
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Wrapped in this cocoon of sheep entrails I can feel the skin burn from my face All brought my vision, trapped by this wretched gift Every step I take is like daggers through my eyes This abysmal light, it rains like razors To stop my progression I curse its source! Again I find myself encased and falling I begin to sense that I am dead On this stone slab I lie Attempting by sheer will to resurrect myself I shall not fail! I can't breath in this cocoon Neither infant nor man Can end this cycle of suffocation
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I, I am the god behind this conflict I, am the reason men will die this day I, am the method of your execution I, at your followers' dismay Let the blood spill Let the war horns blare! Intriguing, how the proud have fallen so Pathetic, how easy to break the will of men The setting sun will raze across your broken bones And as the last light of day leaves you So too, will your melting flesh You will be dust! Watching from afar Enshrouded in the fog of war Concede, and death will be swift Do not, and you will suffer an eternity Do not fear the smell of sulfur That is just your empire burning
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In my hands, the last remnants of what was Torn from her skull, two eyes covered in blood Her body writhes in agony Her body moans in anguish Seers were made with less! This was a mercy, she knew this The sky will crack open soon Explode in blazing eldritch Her eyes will be safe She will watch and know! Words of deep concern, "bitterness" carved into her chest A host for worms Once a pristine altar, now defiled by naivety It has brought on the end As fire rains from Heaven, I slash into her chest Unleashing all frustration, she beings to convulse Blood tears can't quench this loss, can't fill this void Lost in my absolution, the end is near... This is justice!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
It spreads, like a crack through marble An infectious disease that corrodes at the soul See it... Embrace it... Master of this garden of decay Plant this seed of vengeance A seed of blasphemy inside the mind of men and gods Destroys the center and devours the horizon of the Earth I cannot see the source or touch upon its sacred flesh It has degraded past the point of full regeneration Will-less ghosts lend themselves to the slaughterer of the flock I cannot see the source or touch upon its sacred flesh It's now decayed and rotten Rotten! ...release them from this mortal coil! We must cull the herd, destroy the weakest link And once again be master! Master of this garden of decay Plant this seed of vengeance Vengeance!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026