N.O.I.R.
Of all the shadows yours is the only one that I remember, that makes me whisper your name... Dust and ashes... Is that what you are truly living for? Just make your wish, darling, so I can make it real I am The One, The One who knows what hurts, what heals I am The One... so make your fucking wish! Come and take the key to my bedroom and rip my bleeding heart out and then take what never meant to be mine... Come, come closer, I want to show you worlds beyond this world Landscapes of madness that brought you down to me Landscapes of madness that brought me down to you Of all the shadows mine is the only one that you remember, that makes you whisper my name... Tell me where's the key to your bedroom I'll rip your bleeding heart out and I'll take what never meant to be yours or mine... Even death will never take what always meant to be ours
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025
Living at the edge of madness we dream our dreams believing time has stopped to let us discover whether there's any sense in challenging our destiny. Would you dare to dance with the Death? What would the sacrifice be? You are their scapegoat. Metamorphosized into beast beast you have to feed unleashed, evolving into dark, dangerous thought will raise its sword to rape and kill Welcome to Necropolis where all hope is gone... life dwells in darkness... where moan of all empty windows takes your mind for painful trip Across the ocean of forbidden words and all your memories you swim. drop by drop they'll suck your blood. this is immortality. Look beyond the horizon see the sun making love with the moon and hear them singing for you. This is perpetual rapture humanity had never given to you So spread out your wings and fly up high your prize is awaiting. Fooled by their promise you've failed to see the thin line between illusion and truth. How does it feel to be their scapegoat? Across the ocean of forbidden words and all your memories you swim. Welcome to Necropolis where all hope is gone. life dwells in darkness. where moan of all empty windows takes your mind for painful trip You are their scapegoat.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025
Blessed by night baptized by the ancient oath drifting among the fields of self-destructive imagination you're drowning down the sea of perdition Is this a world you have been promised? Wipe off your tears and face the truth that lies among the realm of fall. Perdition Perdition Perdition Realm of your fall Perdition Perdition Perdition Realm of your fall All they desire, all that they ever wanted to know have now been discovered and lies upon your feet. So take your chance and create a new order become a god. Would you dare? Their world has come to an end. Will your dreams come true right now? Perdition - realm of your fall. Perdition - realm of your fall. And angels wept over the ruins of their dream forced to kneel down to honour their new god.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025
Far above the ravengate The spreaded wings of Blashyrkh waits Above the roaring depths Sits the oath of frost On the elder raventhrone Older mountains sleeping in my sight By chilling woods I stand A grimly sound of naked winds Is all that shall ever be heard from here Cometh the rightful kings of highest halls Cry of ravens lurk the realm Eternally through the noctambulant grimness ...Demons stride at the gates of blashyrkh... ...Blashyrkh... Mighty ravendark...
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 07, 2025
(eto pesnia o samom prekrasnom gorade v mire - moskwa) Diese stadt ist eine dirne, hat rote flecken auf der stirn' ihre zähne sind aus gold, sie ist fett und doch so hold ihr mund füllt ihr zu tale, wenn ich sie dafür bezahle sie zieht sich aus, doch nur für geld die stadt die mich in atem hält.. Chorus: moskau (ras,dwa,tri) moskau (pasmatri: pioneri tam i tut, pesni lenenu pojut) Sie ist alt und trotzdem schön, ich kann ihr nicht wiedersteh'n (nemogu stojat') pudert sich die alte haut, hat sich die brüste neu gebaut (...) sie macht mich geil, ich leide qualen sie tanzt für mich, ich muss bezahlen (ja dolschen platit') sie schläft mit mir, doch nur für geld ist doch die schönste stadt der welt.. (pojehali!) Chorus [2x] (ras,dwa,tri) Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst [3x] (kogda ti notschju krepko spisch) (kogda ti predo mnoi leschisch) (kogda so mnoju gavarisch) ich sehe was, das siehst du nie! (ras,dwa,tri) Chorus [3x]
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 07, 2025
Moving to the times of thousand years before Christ We can imagine only in some measure How important for the pagan tribes Were five elements of the earth: Soil, wind, fire and water And holy spirit reigning over everything They were so important ' Cause pagan rituals depended on them Old men with hooded heads, strong and wise Came through the woods, drew sigils They worshiped their gods: Fenriz, Midgard, Moloch They threw the blasphemies On those who wanted to bury their culture And those who wanted to do this Had to fight with the descendents of the old man
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 23, 2025
Defeated or not they come back in silence And evil on their faces Give the feeling of vengeance's desire Centuries went by and there were many wars Once they were triumphant and once not The enemies has been expanding, gathered And pagans have been losing many battles After many years they were Attacked, oppresed and killed They hid in the woods and caves But after all they were murdered Only the strong survived Wrote tales that rouses fear and thrills And their sanctuaries, stone circles and ruins Prove that their power and beliefs will survive... Forever!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 23, 2025
The descendents were strong and powerful They had the spirit to fight They put mud on their long hair Painted their faces and prepared their weapons To strenghten themselves before combat Ready to fight, they walked in the night Through the mountains, woods and caves In the moonlight - frozen land That's creating the mystic view Fear on men's faces made them sinister At dawn, when they reached the battlefield Nobody talked Everyone was silent and waited for slaughter Then came the agony and pain.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025
Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine For the black hills consists of black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold Far up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm No age will escape my wrath I travel through time and I return to the future I gather wisdom now lost I visit again the eternally ancient caves before a mighty Emperor thereupon came Watching the mortals "discovering" my chronicles guarded by the old demons, even unknown to me Once destroyed their souls are being summoned to my timeless prison of hate It is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls that was destroyed in my future How many wizards that serve me with evil I know not My empires has no limits From the never ending mountains black, to the bottomless lakes I am the ruler and has been for eternity's long My wizards are many, but their essence is mine Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief Because I am the spirit of their existence I am them.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 07, 2025