...and a Dirge Becomes an Anthem
Your kingdom of pleasure corrupts your mind And flesh becomes dark like rotten mess of fallen leaves Her skin pleaded for refreshment, but it withered with her hopes for salvation Truth is like a fresh stream that feeds the lands suffered from draught And winds come, and they bring vultures, and they sip the stream dry, enslaving the future with grief Defeat feeds the flames of anger, bеholding the horizon blackened from dеaths Diamond tears leave your eyes. We want to know lies Unable to accept the truth that our lives are threads in the canvas of time We want to know lies when the last hope dies And a weak soul departs from your earthy flesh And a toothless mouth of grave swallows it Approaching grave Hear the steps of death Approaching grave The reaper takes its scythe, a sharp and merciless blade
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
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Dust to dust thunder rumbles Conspiracy of black nights Composes orders with whisper of smokes In a wide circle of enraged little ones (youngsters) Against useless days Sabbaths of fallen leaves dance in circles Among the spears of trees that look upwards In the triumphal sunset of mind they cause fears Defeating the will to life with no steel in hands Those who’ve lost the petrified truth Won’t forget the laws of interrupted existence In black swamps of oblivion they’ll float Сlad in flesh like in iron chains
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Bloody fogs of retaliation Bring forth disdain The hammer of demolition Destroys repent Black messengers of evil Blow apocalyptic pipes Canvas of life is torn apart Convert your fears into strengths As old gods can no longer rule the lands Ancient wisdom is treated as ignorance Divinity of magic fades away and dies There was a door But I found no will to enter As I was afraid of changes Life of a hermit with freedom in his cage Loneliness in a fragile shell Senseless mediocre dеpravity Reveals the nakеdness of vulgar bigotry Songless birds suffocate in tremendous efforts to sing Blind folks suffocate in tremendous efforts to see
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
I feel stillness and the whisper of souls They restlessly ramble Damp fresh graves like open wounds Wait for their new owners I feel the numb skin of the dead I am the dead Broken bones slowly rot And souls roam like vagabonds A dead horse is rising It’s carrying the reaper His black gown is falling down Covering cold pale faces Black hoof marks of evil Lead to the fathomless abyss Red eyes are watching Lips of those who keep silent
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
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