New Golgotha Rising

Darkened sky remind of ancient strenght We observe symbols emerge We can only guess what these symbols meant to our fore fathers but we can certainly feel what they meant to us In our veins call of blood demands: DEATH to infidels DEATH to forces of false gods In awe we breath the freezing air when formations rise from horizon Our eyes glare the Light of times long gone Radiation from the other realms that exist no more Under starlight we howl free of spells of distant deserts Those under spell of zion still tails between their legs Hide their faces in fear when our teeth are exposed Our god answers to no one We can only gain from its unending hostility Conflict with long lusted pleasures of little men and divinity of higher Order Divine force yet to be understood by men Answers no prayers of feeble inferior species Those seeking the place in service of false gods Who slowly approach ultimate extinction This mercy can appear only as blessing of Death We can see its symbols emerge in eternal glare We certainly feel what it means to us DEATH to infidels DEATH to forces of false gods

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Looking directly at fractured skull with hole of bullet in forehead In meatless sockets one can sense relief and tranquility Liberation throught Death Found its place within dirt covered massgrave among many of his kind Became one with this world he so much felt not to belong All existential questions answeresed

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

World transformed into inferno Everuthing dissapears in flames Air escapes burning lungs No escape from raging hell Consumed by flames Fire rains from the sky Vaporized men Clouds of ghoustly ash above the ruins No cave deep enough to offer savlation Restless storm of apocalyptic force No escape from scorning hell Raging storm of fire Unseen force of destruction Ash cloud settling over ghastly ruins of annihilation

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Rebulid the site of crucifixion on top of mountain of skulls Genocide laid foundation for new sacrosanct order Return to days of toment Punishment for insurrection The days of shame and humiliation Fiercely crushing the enemy New sacrosanct order Mighiest Force New Golgotha rising...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Look the icy eyes of devils who gaze you - weak disease Parasite sucking lifeforce from gost that no longer feels strenght or pride nor will to stand against disease barely even instinct of sirvival of species Awake the nature of beast assault enemies Take pleasure of duty of crushing vermin The few that stood up and hailed almost malicious creed Philosophy of destroing to reborn from ashes and create Live and die in worship of the one force that promises little and guarantees none When the battle is over men fulfilled their needs to glorify streanght by culling of species Cycle of deterioration begins from remaining seed Parasites always present like unwanted weeds

Powerless in front of magnitude Meaninglessness as fate So many questions unanswered So many questions to ask Detachment leads to fulfilment Observation from distance Learning to dictate not ask Learning to give up to gain HAIL the spirit HAIL the force Creed of struggle shall be the law We storm to this existence prepared to fall We wage the war with no intent to win Flesh will bend make finest sculptures New forms of life celebration of death Passage to new creed Set of values we bow for will burn their world to ruins Masters we hail not seen for aeons but always near our nordic heats

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Glare in the end of dark tunnel Light dances on rough surfaces of their pale skin They could not remember how travel to distant lands lead them here They could not grasp the brightness Blinding rays of white light So warm it tingles every slowly moving limb So bright darkness turns into blinding light In horror they awake to deafening sound of explosion To face torment beyond imagination Cruel world of final hours There used to be fanfare ringing in their ears Flags flying high in breeze Proud men side by side storming to victory after another In horror they live through dismay of ultimate pain Facing torment beyond imagination Cruel world of final hours Now only sadness filled their eyes when they saw color of lifelessness take over their limbs Sacrifices all too great if only one to ride to triumph was death itself

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025