The Hanged Man
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Grow fat with vitriol Waste not want not Save your hate for 'the swing'
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Rank and exquisite in luscious light, Her unbridled growth a terrible sight, Breathing, contorted, breeding, and grinds away at the deepest of me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Strong grip precedes the strong whip, crack of teeth, tender meat, The mind meets mallet and the neck meets the short link as I swing Hammers and chains
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Ti meriti il terrore eterno, e per me nerorgasmo E quindi ti aspetto annegare nel piscio
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The seat at center quickly spins, The throne twists with tumorous hymns, The parish with pleasure beat their ashen skins, and we're drug behind as the idiot swims
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In summer we shrink and crave the cool cavern's kiss And hope that the cracks give way and grind us to dust
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
You deserve every inch of ire, I have to live in hate At the thought that you've cracked open every egg To take power for your rosed self, your law, your rule Your pauper's kingdom, jester's scene, coward's scheme
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
And so we pass, as we must, into the future
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I am Verkhiel's lion of light, driven by Muriel's chariot Eleven pentacles by eleven swords heave eleven wands and five by night
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026