Antiquam exquirite matrem
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Fall in grief A despairful moment to cry I am the wolf of the night My eyes look with endless hate For all the wrath of the Elder Ones I summon the pale spirit of the forest In the shape of night shades A weak nazarene is weeping for his cursed fate Forgotten by the Abyss Swallowed by demons and fire In the name of Darkness For ages beyond ages I´m the sword of Bael Pain grows for every thorn My torch lights between the woods Searching the cause of the Fall In an era of black sadness When the temples use to pray to the old lords and gods When the balance felt into the anger side. There´s a despairful moment to cry Wrath of centuries... Wrath!! At one with the night with the dark part of earth I cry for our past The shadows of time whisper our prayers. They made mankinds destiny We must destroy the New God!! We must destroy the new elements of thy empty dominion. Darkness is what I can see, an esence without sense A paradise turned into ashes. Clouds crawling in the blood of angels
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
From the iced forge I return, with a weapon made of gods. The mountain´s shield hide the sun and the soul of the forest cry thy name. LUG! The father of the brotherhood. LUG! The wisdom of the clan. Creada de la sangre de Vaelico. Orgullo y dolor del norte ibérico. As a lonely wolf, in solitude... with the night. The moon lights my path again. I must cover my bloody body with honour. Rise the creatures of the shades. Burned by the envy of this divine strength. Enchained to a life of glory, to the fate of the land of my past. Even the foreign heroes fear the ravens of Lug. The Eye of Knoledge. Into the heart of darkness... crossing the nightly Ibervs Flvmen. Hear me, Nabia Orebia, and call the name of the fatherland.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Born of an old rancour feeded by two centuries. To reply vacceos call. Our brothers of the clans. The blood of astures, the cry of the wind... an alliance made of unforgiven hate. The gods will remember this day with sorrow (and fury). Tones and harmonies can weep the last tears…of the resistance. Honor Deuotus, the clash of pride. an alliance made of devoted hate. Wolves of the north clans. Sons of the astral signs. With banners of the three roots, united by the Father. The blood of astures, the cry of the wind... an alliance made of unforgiven hate. Honor Deuotus, the clash of pride. an alliance made of devoted hate.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Drained spirits of Nature in the air... I can see the end of an age, and a new order. The twilight of the mountains' lords and druids. And the fall of the link to the early past. Candamos, bring us our bright. Bring us the braveness and strenght, and weep a first and last time for the race of the Cantabric moors. Orgen! Rise your broken caetrae to the bloody sky. From Gadir to Portus Victoriae, will hear our howls, because the wolves of the night have awaken. Dead in crucifixion, with war hymns of our fatherland. Tejo's envenomed fate. Succellus will gather us in glory.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I await the twilight, the end of the diurnal sphere. The light behind the shadows of the night. He closes his eye, and behold the world. On his throne of frost. Thy Gift, His ravens awakes and fly high to reach the chorus of the Elders... as divine voices of the unlight... as the cry of the dark skies. Cursed Christianity will pay! Demonized by the foreign God in the body of the Ojancanu. Condemned to wander through our forests, through centuries... WRATH! I see the moonlight... I feel the mist of nocturnal freeze Dreams and nightmares became the same. Why this embodiment of falseness? Never forgive the enemies of our beliefs. Too much hate to forget their lies. Too much concentrate anger for their God. Rise high the banners, with pride! In memory of our ancestors.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
By Strength & Honor, I will awake from this nocturnal paradise. The fog brings Her embrace and the hidden ones advance with damned roars. A spell has broken, the enchantment of light and the gods of Kelts has risen. The axes of might surround the lakes where Anjanas sing a mourning cry. ... From The Moon Fog Kingdome In silence, awaiting thy Legions. With sadness in our souls. But the power of our blood is high. We can´t forget the roots of the Land, born... by the Anvil of Gods. Refuse the New Age of impurity. Lies of this hell called... civilization. No one can teach us die, the Lords of War can see us with pride. Luna pura, el hacha de Candamos... tierra invicta. Fuerza y Honor. Nobleza y Guerra. By this Pure feeling which I summon Her essence. I have risen on Lunarian´s prechristian landscapes. When values were marked by the wolves at fullmoon gatherings, around the lakes where Anjanas sing a mourning cry. Que la muerte nos alcance con honor. Orgen!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026