Holocaust of the God Believers

I am the priest of the ways of old Through the ages my sword I wield Broken in two or shining in glory Whatever the odds never I yield My sword never sleeps I teach you secrets, cast the runes The magic of yore is what I bring I am howling, wolves are praying Listen to the olden hymn we sing My sword never sleeps Many times you have seen my face But do you dare look into my eyes? Many times you have heard my song But do you dare listen to my words? My sword never sleeps Unbowed after centuries oppression My holy flame still burns with might The slanderous one god never I fear My divine blade will inspire your fight My sword never sleeps I am the one who carries the torch I am the one who wields steel of yore I am and always will be your guide I am the priest of the ancient lore

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

The slaves of god lined up for execution The globe to be cleansed of this human pollution They lived their lives in self-chosen slavery In their death throes all they hear is our mockery The houses of their god all fall to the flame Now the sheep will die in disgrace and shame They’re hanged or gassed, stabbed or shot Mercilessly butchered and not saved by their god Holocaust Holocaust of the god believers Massive piles of bodies slaughtered they lie Amidst horrors of evil blasphemy they did die Their fantasy of paradise will not be fulfilled All that’s left are streams of holy blood spilled Holocaust Holocaust of the god believers The dawn of wrath is here False faith has turned to fear The glory of evil abounds Hell’s cry of victory sounds God’s slaves reduced to dust The triumph of death and lust The greatest massacre of all Heeded is the Master’s call Into the ovens . . . Where is your god now? Holocaust Holocaust of the god believers

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Diep verscholen Tussen deze en de andere wereld Ligt een rijk der schimmen Het woud der verdoemden Zielen van krijgers Lang geleden eerloos gestorven Besmet door het gewijde water Verlieten zij hun ware goden Herboren wordt een oude ziel Die destijds wel eervol viel Christenbloed kleefde aan zijn staal Eeuwenlang weerklonk zijn verhaal In Wodans hal kreeg hij zijn zetel Doch nu rijdt hij opnieuw vermetel Om de verdoemden te verlossen Zal hij treden in de duistere bossen Het woud omgeven door een vuige mist Die walmt van geboden en witte list Maar heidens staal ontsteekt heilig vuur En spoedig verdampt de mistige muur Onversaagd betreedt hij de nevelen Waar verlorenen zonder hoop prevelen In naam des Zegevaders roept hij hen aan Aarzelend komen zij rond hem tezaam “Zijn jullie bereid Je verloren eer te herwinnen? De schandvlek der bekering Voor altijd uit te wissen? Volg mij en rijdt! Volg mij terug naar de wereld! Volg mij en rijdt! Volg mij en wreek je zielen!” Grimmig gejuich klinkt uit ondode kelen Rijden zullen de verdoemden met velen Vlees eens meer razen zij door de wolken Hun staal weer de schrik der christenvolken Kerken vergaan tot as en priesters sterven Terwijl zij Hangbaard roemen en runen kerven Het volk van de Hoge herwint het eigen hart Na meer dan duizend jaren bittere smart Hoog in de wolken Kijkt een oog naar beneden Tussen twee raven Verschijnt een wrange lach Hoog in de wolken Ziet Hij neer op zijn kind’ren Tussen twee wolven Verschijnt een bittere grijns

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Hear the call of destiny it’s ringing everywhere The clarion call of metal, wimps and posers beware Calling us to fight and bleed for metal pure and real Turn up the amps and let the world know the sound of steel Hear the call of destiny it’s calling us to war The clarion call of metal cries for magic of before Darkened clouds are rising to fill the metal sky Bolts of lightning strike where gods of metal fly Metal is our destiny Hear the call of destiny it’s singing in our blood The clarion call of metal, hammer of the thunder god Metal warriors ride the night with leather, fire and steel Proud and strong we carry on forever the call we heel Hear the call of destiny it’s ringing everywhere The clarion call of metal, wimps and posers beware Darkened clouds are rising to fill the metal sky Bolts of lightning strike where gods of metal fly Metal is our destiny

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Impregnable fortress, prepared for siege Above a steep rock face rising high Its summit deeply covered with snow To capture it men would be able to fly Many had taken refuge in this fortress Including the lord’s daughters and wife Oxyartes would not submit to Alexander But the fortress was his last hope in life Sogdian rock With iron pegs and strong flaxen lines Macedonians set out covered by night Climbing the steepest part of the cliff The summit was seized at first light Enemy troops now on top of the rock The defenders shocked by this sight Without any more resistance they yielded Further glory for Alexander in this fight Sogdian rock

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

“The grave old bard, who never dies, Receive him in our English tongue; I send thee, but with weeping eyes, The story that he sung.” 1861, April 12, 4:30 An epic struggle’s first shots fired Fort Sumter shelled for 34 hours An assault relentless and inspired The Union flag was at last torn down Independence seemed for the taking Glorious victories abounded at first And left the Yankee soldiers shaking (bridge) Olden muskets versus modern rifles A rural nation against industrial force Glorious exploits for honour and pride In one of the most renowned of wars (chorus) An admirable fight against all odds A defiant struggle to save their land A brave stance against a superior foe Forever inspirational the rebel stand The brilliance of Lee seen at Bull Run Then Stonewall’s iron Valley campaign Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville The men in grey left their foe in pain A decisive victory was not achieved The war dragged on four long years Superior numbers started to count Confidence began to turn to fears (bridge) (chorus) Finally at Appomatox it came to end After so many a cruel and bloody battle Ultimately the Union was preserved In spite of the rebels’ noble mettle The dust now settled a nation in ruins And after effects do persist ‘til this day But never will by history be forgotten The heroic feats of the men in grey (bridge) (chorus) “The widow's moan, the orphan's wail, Come round thee, yet in truth be strong: Eternal right, though all else fail, Can never be made wrong.”

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Raise the banners of evil Oil the swords of hate Today we ride for Satan Today we ride with fate Join the legions of malice Polish the blades of doom Today we bring destruction Darkness, death and gloom Hear the devil preacher His sermon calls for war The black legions must ride For magic and might of yore Thousands of warriors follow The pennant of hate into battle Against the god of deception With fire and steel show our mettle Join up with the black crusade Enrol in the legions of hate March against the laws of the light With fire and steel and metal might Join up with the black crusade Enrol in the legions of hate March against all obsequiousness Our shining swords the Master will bless Join up with the black crusade Enrol in the legions of hate March against the throne of divinity Our blades to forge total blasphemy All hail the black crusade We proudly wave the flag of hate All hail the black crusade We march towards our holy fate All hail the black crusade We ride for darkness and death All hail the black crusade We march ‘til our very last breath All hail, all hail the black crusade

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

God met oneindig veel namen Gemaskerde, Grauwbaard, Zegevader Veelweter, Vorser en Helmdrager Verschrikkelijke, Hoge en Alvader God met oneindig veel namen Vermomd doolt hij door de nacht Reiziger tussen de werelden Rijdt aan het hoofd van de Wilde Jacht God met oneindig veel namen Wijze oude man en machtig strijder Hij verschijnt in talloze gedaanten Leraar voor mensen, voor goden leider God met oneindig veel namen Door een speer aan zichzelf gegeven Negen nachten hing hij aan de boom Zo heeft hij de machtige runen verkregen God met oneindig veel namen Immense wijsheid heeft hij vergaard Hij ziet verleden, heden en toekomst Het lot ontmoet hij onvervaard God met oneindig veel namen Vader der goden, vader der mensen De dichters schenkt hij inspiratie Geen beter heer kunnen zij zich wensen God met oneindig veel namen Wispelturig, grillig en onvoorspelbaar Toch vertrouwen grote krijgers op hem Wanneer zij zich begeven in gevaar God met oneindig veel namen Hij bepaalt het verloop van de strijd Gevallenen door hem uitverkoren Verblijven in zijn hal tot het einde der tijd God met oneindig veel namen Tot u zingen, drinken en offeren wij In vertrouwen dat wij na dit leven In uw hal plaatsnemen aan uw zij

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

I got the blues – the Columbine High blues Popular kids scorn me – guess I wear the wrong shoes Now I wear a black coat – I’m different it shows I’m lost in my own world – my hate it sure grows I’m thinking of a plan – my revenge on mankind To go out with a bang – leave a lot of corpses behind I fetch me some guns – some bombs I assemble All the kids who hate me – soon they’ll all tremble Once more I’m off to school – but I won’t learn a thing I’m shooting at will – my bullets they do sing Jocks and christians fall – wounded victims I chase Until I take my own life – I have made my case It must have been my music – or those computer games But what about my rearing – yet my parents no one blames

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

On the hill an ancient brothel stood Where vice did reign for many years Evil copulation and unholy fornication Sins of the flesh that every christian fears (chorus) Lustful desires and wicked sins Degenerates do the Master’s will Hear of the horror of harlot hill Servants of god tore the brothel down Erecting a filthy church in its place Thinking harlot hill was now purified And blessed anew by the one god’s grace (chorus) But the priest of the church on the hill Was an evil sinner if ever there was one By day he pretended to be a man of god But by night all his goodness was gone (chorus) In the dark in the church on harlot hill The priest practised the most unholy rites Raping many children for the Master’s glory Lustful dark sins reigned through the nights (chorus)

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Darkness is falling, the Master is calling Shining swords of hate will swing Tonight the black metal storm will rage The songs of evil we will sing Blowing speakers, Hell’s rock & roll With fire and steel we heed the call Thunder strikes and metal sounds The glorious roar of Hell’s mighty hounds (chorus) Black metal storm Heads banging everywhere Black metal storm Sign of horns in the air Black metal storm Steel and fire in the night Black metal storm War upon the light Black metal storm Blazing black leather, spikes and chains For those who stand against the light We were chosen to spread His word For the glory of Hell we ride the night (chorus) We bring tears to the eyes of Christ In utter defiance we invert the cross Ride the winds of darkness and evil The Master’s glory is Yahweh’s loss (chorus)

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Lage landen, bevochten op de zee, land mijner vad’ren, nimmer gedwee Lage landen, bron van mijn zijn, vochtig en kil, land van de Rijn Lage landen, grond van de goden, hamer en runen, geëerde doden Lage landen, stormen woeden, sterker door strijd, krijgers bloeden (chorus) Tussen donkere wolken zie ik zwarte raven De regen klettert in de donkere nacht In schaduwen verborgen zie ik Zijn Oog Spoedig zal Hij rijden in de wilde jacht Lage landen, grauwe wolken, brood en bier, Bataafse volken Lage landen, ijzeren zwaarden, heilige wouden, honden en paarden Lage landen, mist en regen, drassige bossen, schilden en speren Lage landen, sacrale vrouwen, heilig vuur, Dietse gouwen (chorus) Lage landen, vrijheid boven al, oude liederen, heer en vazal Lage landen, treurnis en smart, gure winden, voor altijd gehard Lage landen, vermaarde historie, oorlog op zee, maritieme glorie Lage landen, bodem en bloed, heilige wortels, avondgloed (chorus)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

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