Hinterland

I follow The tattered entourage Entering the mist and haze I bow down like the first in line Freeing the pipes Setting the tune For a darker gospel No need for waiting Thou the tourches are lit I'll make another try No needs at all For the hands are delt And a grim truth is staring in my face This is the inverted truth From shades to greay in a misty rain No more slendering aournd This time, thus time Gods mime Shepards loosing their cains and joyfully bow down Thrails with up side down Chosing to drink from the heavens Marbel eyes keep staring back Speaking in riddles Passion is a darkside journey Don't hesitate again Hate is young Shattered to pieces No regrets The womb hollers This can't be undone Let it begin

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

I see a black hole in each and every face A vulgar display of creation I undivine the beings slow And monumental stands the truth Depravity and decadence is the only legacy Inheritance is gone and death is for real Let the blood flow Let a massive raperoar sound It might cleanse the corrupt I speak for the free Hinterland, I still breathe, I still curse the marker Hinterland, hours of darkness, no fear, allegiance with the absolute, total bereavement O how it purify This celestial rape Raised fists and bleeding mouths All turned to you, against you And nothing Nothing will be the same

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

It's not about the end, but a new arrival Overwhelming and irresistible Our greed for your pain is real This time throats will trumpet a complete surrender All hail the adversary A rival in the flesh And the creed comes roaring By the songs of rapid birds Maybe there's time to evoke the astral rebels A gathering in the ashes of the apocalypse Once the snake revealed And it might be true All the bright stars of heaven I will make sinister over you And I will bring darkness over the world Soon seers will call on the ocean Make us redeem in your waves Imagine a see of razors And redemption is not what it seem Coal for the thirsty Firewood from the past Cleansing a disgusting breed Revolt is our iniquity, and dreaded vice The spears are sharpened Poles against christianity

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Den iskalla modern Som piskar min rygg Vilken skönhet, Domina Hennes smärta värmer En hungrande känsla Vid hennes karga bröst Hon gav livskraft och vånda Kanske ingenting alls Mitt blod, din jord – Fosterland Din ande, min själ – Ditt vemod är mitt, Sverige Du kan kallas, hjältars bygd Ingen minns Vill du visa din kropp, Domina (Åldrad, trött) vill du släppa mig fri Hur stelnat svart och stilla Oändligt i världen Blir en tanke på riket Du enorma majestät Min svikna vän Hargha: en hymn till dig En hungrande känsla Vid hennes sjuka bröst Hon gav smärta och sorg Ärbarhet bland allt Mitt blod, din jord – Fosterland Din ande, min själ – Ditt vemod är mitt, Sverige

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

The guilt is laid upon me The move to strike was mine There are no reasons why But you did cross my line The shame is laid upon you And the suffering is yours A lamb dragged to the slaughter But you did cross my line Nemesis, my will ain't yours Enemy of mine, I wish you harm and pain So feed your lies into the raging wind Set aflame the dreams of yours So deliver all your hatred Cast spells and curse upon my name I do despise you from the root of my plagued heart As sure as the day will turn to night Nemesis, my will ain't yours Enemy of mine, I wish you harm and pain So feed your lies into the raging wind Set aflame the dreams of yours Desire not what you can never have So let it wither away

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Rasa min värld, rasa In i glömskans ruin Föds på nytt, död Med ett plågat skri Runt runstenars sargade tecken Jag skrapar min hud Må urfadern tala i strecken Och giva mig bud Om lögnen, såret och blodet Det gamla, det fria och döda Till trots du låter mig glöda Att för evigt minnas det döda Rasa min värld, rasa Ini glömskans ruin Förneka mig liv Förbanna min värld Trolska men tomma Gapar vidderna Iskalla, hotfulla men fromma Med buken blottad Ligger jungfrun och ber Hånad, sjuk och bespottad Rasa min värld, rasa Rasa min värld, rasa In i glömskans ruin

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

She danced like a snake And spat her poison Directly at the sun Burned, Skinned, Fleshless Still with a grin No one, Gods or Devils Can measure her sin She's the unknown soldier A pitch black provocer With the brightest of skin I know her as hope She moaned as I strangled Her with a rope Come measure my sin Her voice and the choir of thousands Will be silenced, one by one This is nothing but tyranny Nothing but joy Nothing And the nothing is the all To seek a death Where death is victory And the final fall

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Då dagen drog förbi Säg vad såg du däri Hörde du viljans skri Eller ekot av ett fjärran skratt Du är förgängelsens fånge Ett vårbål för vinden Hann himlen spela I vardande mörker Innan fasan Och varslet kom åter Du är förgängelsens fånge Gån genom jord En sista gång Gån genom vatten Förlåt de dårar Som närde hopp I en multnande kropp Gån genom eld, gån genom eld De vallade kan se, tro och be Om nåd Men andetagen Vittnar om den döende dagen Då ljuset tar slut Du är förgängelsens fånge Ett vårbål för vinden Meningslös och fri Rasande mot den sluttande brant Tidens kant Till gudars urna

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

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