Torturing The Netherworld
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The Warlord weaves his web of fear Each man receives his faith of share A blood-red sun is the warriors shield The eagle scans the battlefield From a beautiful dark past When the Earth was young and pure We'll go into a disgraceful future Where everything we own is lost But we are the Sons of the New Dawn Under the sign of the hammer We'll take back what us belongs Warriorsouls longing for revenge We are guided by the Warlord So comrades take up your shields And raise your swords high to the sky For we will rule the battlefields! Just like Autumn dies and Winter follows Our Winter is beyond Let's rebuild our dynasty With pagan souls and immortal beauty Fight, my warriors fight Fight for the heathen pride Hail, my warriors hail And don't let this mission fail Remember, death is the element we do not fear Stand strong with pride, and never surrender My mighty warriors, our empire is near For we do accept the rules of nature Ooh, magnificent Gods of War; Let us be victorious And may we find our paradise In the eternal spheres of ice For we are the Sons of the New Dawn Hailing under the sign of Mjollnir We will rebuild our dynasty Young and strong, to infinity!
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
I will have no mercy For this moslim bane In my darkest fantasies They will die in pain Rulers of the seas, the mountains and the sky Strong pagan warriors, not afraid to die Hearts filled with pride and wargods on our side Recapturing our might, by desecrating Eastern light Icewinds blowing in your face Trying to stand my disastrous mace Unable to stand it anymore We will win this eternal war!!! And as we've conquered this world of lies I speak my freezing incantation Which turns this world in a world of ice A world without any ... salvation! Rulers of the seas, the mountains and the sky Strong pagan warriors, not afraid to die Hearts filled with pride and wargods on our side Recapturing our might, by desecrating Eastern light Watching those beneath me Noticing how they struggle Trying to stand my blasphemy Avoiding to be trembled Neverending hate Against the Eastern enemy Before it will be too late And they will spread more misery Wodan, Odin, god(s) of wisdom Riding Sleipnir through the sky Guided by your darkest ravens Your spirit will never die! I raise my head to the cold blue sky Even so I do with my sword I have the power, I cannot die This was given to me by the thunderlord!
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
Six roses of damnation thorns of oblivion, dreams unfold. Stars enlighten a darkened sky like reminders of ancient stories, still untold. As shadows dance through the landscape the dreamy spires now grow bold. Like statues of gods once fighting autumn wars, the remains shaped in purest gold. Silver is the eye that sees it all reflecting its light on marbled stone. The beauty of night oppresses his thoughts at once an eclipse darkens the halls. He wanders beyond the gates to their kingdom through cemetaries of dismal dreams and misery. The snow-covered mountains, so dark and cold lay hidden in the silence of a deathlike eternity. The smell of passion and gloomy romanticism laying over the dusk-filled gardens: Gardens drenched in the colours of temptation but hidden in the music of the dead. The wanderer goes on and on his kingdom will never be theirs, never. In bittersweet desire, grim and everlasting through all times he wanders, alone and forever... Wandering Cirith Gorgor Walking the path to Gorgoroth Wandering Cirith Gorgor Walking the path of the dead
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 08, 2025
They ride upon infernal dragons, mighty beasts And one of them is carrying a lance and a banner And is chosen under the power of Amaymon "Art thou Asmoday?" "And he giveth the ring of virtues and Guardeth the place where treasures lie" And when the clouds get dark and vast Our aspirations penetrate infinity And our voice will be heard and feared As the gloomy sky turns in a carmine dream The other one is carrying a viper And he is a strong and mighty duke "He shalt declare wittingly how the spirits feel" And as the sky turns in a carmine dream The legions of infernal spirits dwell Ruled by the great king of the east As Bael speaks he casts his spell And winter embraces lands beyond "Art thou Asmoday?" Under Amaymon they all dwell And you shall feel their presence When winter embraces lands beyond
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026