Confessed to Denounce
Resistance that continues To be carried out By the humiliated, will lead to fatal destruction... The destruction of the soul, The soul of the instigator Will always appear in the form of teachings, Beliefs and black souls. Withering soul is facilely corrupted Without any resistance... His soul is destroyed without revenge... That is withering soulless. So strong is the influence of evil Inflicted that it weakens the faith, The confession needed to risk existence Until the world ends. The soul burns... The black soul is getting stronger... The soul is burning with weakness. The devil laughs... The devil is fierce...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The beliefs they reveal without limits Make them forget the quiddity. The delusion of justifying lies Is constantly being fought for. Futility is in the future, Futility is coming. Even though it always appears all the time. Closed hearts on the quiddity... Who knows how... Long. Who knows when... We don't know... Worshiper waste comes. The worshiper is coming... The eternal suspicion shown... The eternal worshiper keeps appearing with the liar. Worshiper waste.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
You have come To destroy to raise doubts. To change laws... To increase and decrease. Certain provisions. Heresy is your intention. Destruction is your wish... Burn, Is that what you deserve? Burn, Will heresy be gone? Many people have been incited, To forget and lose the truth in the soul. Will they also burn with the destroyer? Burning with the deceiver, never appear again.... Sometimes you change your Face so that people believe in you. That's where your trickery gets to the weak souls..... As the times drew near to the end, This slander of the law was aggressively (×2) Affecting weak humans. Their minds... [Solo]. Are always distracted by the truth... Burn... That's what you deserve.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
When the fire burns you, That's where the devil possesses And unleashes his reign. The crown seeking for the human The devil hunger... And then conceive it on the head... Fire... Fire. Feels warm and damages the mind Without sense. It without wise up it exterminate self. Tears of blood flow uselessly to death. Fire... Fire Crown....Of....Abyss.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Will I die or survive, From this Hell made of ice? It's up to this mountain to decide, What will happen to my life? The more I climb, The freezing ice Intensifies And paralyze me. A dreadful avalanche Behind me. Enslaved to this mountain I shall be. Amputate my chilblains, Handless arm remains. My frozen body I behold, Slowly turning Stiff and cold. Smell the sweet stench In wind's blow, Of lost carcasses In the snow.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026