We Don’t Fear Your God

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The wings of the darkness The eyes of the black The mask and disguise of your soul Torment of warriors Slayer of light Assassin of brothers for a toll Bringer of the fire from hell Locust, eater of their flesh Mercenary of their god, liar Mercenary of their god, betrayer Obey your only master Golden as the temple of your god Taken by my men and their anger As an eagle, awaiting the dawn Mercenary of their god, liar Mercenary of your god, betrayer Cry for your people Cry for your clan The eyes of your children Will be served with your blood Your mother your sister And your woman are gone Mercenary of your god, liar Mercenary of your god, betrayer Mercenary of your god, traitor Mercenary of your god, betrayer Cry for your brothers, cry for your soul

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

I dreamed one day, I was dying Then I awoke and with a smile I saw the sun In another dream I was drowning Endless the sea, raging waters of the dark My eyes... now I see Through the fog and through the night My life... don't feel There's no sadness, there's no fear and there's no light Return to hell Now I'm part of the dark Return to hell For my soul, you don't need to fight I will live to sin And the master will be guide Now... I believe There's a king, and he will be my life And the promise of a heaven Will never move my heart I am water of the river I am soil of the land I'm the shine of the moonlight And the center of the sun I'm the soul of the forest I'm the crying of the wolf I'm the color of the flowers I'm the power of the wind And the roar behind the thunder The horizon of the fields Return to hell Now I'm part of the dark Return to hell For my soul, you don't need to fight And the hope of a heaven Will never move my heart Angel of another level Only master of mankind

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Come ye all my friends And see the dance of my enemies, dressed in blood Be my guest... feed the vultures seeds on the hill of the ravens Have you received your invitation? To dance at the corpses ball? Crusaders and warriors of the temple Our axes and hammers at the host Frozen swords buried in the ground Flesh and blood, supper for the hounds A triumph of death again Let their children see this fest Awakening of the dawn Morning of thousands of suns Souls of sinners Souls of saints Blood of martyrs For the kings The smell of the carrion covers the hill A legion of dogs on their way... hunting the pest Hundreds of swords on the ground... orphaned steel And warriors in pieces... forever laid to rest Awakening of the dawn Morning of thousands of suns Souls of sinners Souls of saints Blood of martyrs For the kings Burn the heroes Like a bird, their dreams Fly from darkness to eternity At the hill of the ravens, I will be the sun At the hill of the ravens, my spirits dawn

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

My victims will be the sacrifice For the blood of the martyrs I am the slayer of souls in the name of the cross My night is the darkest of nights Angel full of anger Heretics or heroes no matter, by my sword they will fall All the blood that has been spilled over the head of the saints Each thorn from his crown will pass through the heart of the innocent The tears of the virgin will be washed with the pain of their children And the spirit white bird fly over the mountains of pain Fly as the angel who's cavalry's name is black death Full desolation will cover your life and your quest The sins of the liar with the power of his golden throne The keeper of fire the symbol of their god and his son Remember the fall of the angel Heretics, each one eats from his hand Over his land Pain and his root spreads the seeds of damnation Rising from the ashes of their sins Vengeance will consume the heart of this man Gold diggers, the demons from the temple Unfaithful is the light of the church Living in hell Hunting and killing on command, for the needs of these libertines The toll to pay is the blood of the martyrs And salvation of the souls in my hands Abominations of witchery are the charges Everything to calm the fears of the priest Killing in the name of the trinity Hunting pagans, enemies of their god Magic and other rites of blasphemy Satan worshipers, the chalice of blood Die, die Lie, lie Die, beast Cry, cry At dawn my eyes look to the horizon Nails in my heart for the blood of that night Covered in black by the church and its power Giver of pain, for which god do I fight? Die, die Lie, lie Die, beast Cry, cry To Christ I will pay a tribute and become the assassin of pure men Loyal to the pope and the priests of the king of the reign of liars In the name of the father, the blood of the sun and the fall of the spirit And the slave, became the sword of the keeper of fire

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

"In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti. Amen" How can these demons bear their pain? With such power with even happiness? Rotten tongues of lies Legion against the lord Mountain full of blasphemies The truth against the whore (Caput dragonis) Montsegur - kingdom of witches Catharos, Consolament "And then the rightful will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their father And then the angels who fell from the sky will be reborn from a baptism of fire" Prat dels cremats Consolament Prat dels cremats Consolament Burn and kill everyone, heretics and Christians At the gates of heaven the lord will mark every sheep Inobedio... Ire... Innocentius... Servo spiritus... Servio... Rex tremendae... Anima... Infernale... Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum Adveniat regnum tuum Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen Montsegur - Kingdom of witches Catharos, Consolament "Gleisa de dio" heretics for the temple of Rome Even the dead were exumed and burnt in the name of the lord Prat dels cremats Consolament Prat dels cremats Consolament Burn and kill everyone, heretics and Christians At the gates of heaven the lord will mark every sheep And the ravens of the lord, ate the sacrifice For the temple of the whore Christ's heretics died... for their god

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

What are you doing here my son? It's not your time yet The gates of Valhalla are open Awaiting your dawn But... not... now Your hall will be ready soon Come my son and rest Silent the dead took my breath I have left my brothers, out of time Darkness came as a raven Eats the eyes of a soulless piece of icy flesh... ah Tears to fill the sea Were falling from the eyes of my mother The falcon from inside my chest Now fly away from her From the clouds and over the mountains I can see her crying for me I will ever be remembered As a warrior... as a man For the tears of my mother... vengeance For the brother I left alone For the crying of my little sister For my father and for my soul For the killer of every sunshine That my body will feel no more For the assassin of all the places Where my spirit will never go For the wounds that marked the triumph Of the dead over the lion's roar The slayer of the last of dragons... Of the last of the unicorns May death take your life with patience And a living torture be your punishment And your suffering will have no answer When your painful flesh cries for death Come... my brother... and rest...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The raging melodies Are the prelude to the madness The morbid harmonies Crescendo of death Cameratta in extremis Concerto armatto Strange fruit sonata On "el salado" The fruits hang from the trees Letting their seeds paint the soil in red A choir of children screaming As the suffering guest Cameratta in extremis Concerto armatto Strange fruit sonata On "el salado" Rodrigo Tovar Jorge Cuarenta In front of the fest Bloody maestro Timpani heads Bayonet concerto Symphonic hell Forte struendo Mother's aria for soprano Her son hangs from a tree Horror song accompanied by the piano And the Bolivar chorus of screams Atrocity in excelsis At the doors of the temple Duetto of terror and misery And the colombin army ensemble Polyphonic the cries From the concerto's survivors This theater was the site Of the last circus Romano Cameratta in extremis Concerto armatto Strange fruit sonata On "el salado"

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Here I stand in front of this cross Haunting, the ghost in my mind Living a hell, in the dungeons I'm cold And a flame's burning my heart The burning of the witches is close to begin The judge made the fate of my soul My skin and my eyes will suffer the pain But the silence, my heart can't control I fear the spirits of the dead Could take my soul away I'll raise my hands... a hopeless call Lived in a dream of crystal tears Now broken by the truth of yourself Burnt by the cross, for the love of your god The wings of your spirit are red The way you betrayed our pact and our oath And the way you can smile at my face Consumed all my hopes, destroyed all my dreams But my ashes will be washed by the rain I fear the spirits of the dead Could take my soul away I'll raise my hands... a hopeless call See my eyes... burned by the flames of this hell Look at her eyes... damnation that will never end Here I stand attached to this stake Haunted, the ghost of my life Lived in a hell in the forest, I'm dead And the flames burned all my heart The burning of the witches is close to an end The town saw the fate of my soul My skin and my eyes just suffered the pain But in silence my heart had to hold I fear the spirits of the dead Could take my soul away I'll raise my hands... a hopeless call See my eyes... burned by the flames of this hell Look at her eyes... damnation that will never end Oh! God How can I stand all her suffering caused by my faith? My spirit at the end will taste a piece of hell I will never rise... from hell! Because of the love I betrayed I am waiting my time How can I stand all her suffering caused by my faith? My spirit at the end will taste a piece of hell Now my time has come The tears of the heretics Feed the winds of the tempest Red, the darkness of the forest Screaming slayer of silence A fear that came from nowhere Told by the crucified And by your god all is over For the victims of your lies The cross... your cross... your damned cross! Guilty of taking lives away, burned by the stake They burn... in flames... they will burn In the name of purity and faith I feared the spirits of the dead But now my soul is away I opened my arms... at freedom's call See my eyes... burned by the flames of this hell Look at her eyes... damnation that will never end

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

LO! 't is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears Sit in a theatre to see A play of hopes and fears While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres Mimes, in the form of God on high Mutter and mumble low And hither and thither fly Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro Flapping from out their condor wings Invisible Woe That motley drama - oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot And much of Madness, and more of Sin And Horror the soul of the plot But see amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes - it writhes! - with mortal pangs The mimes become its food And over each quivering form In human gore imbued Out - out are the lights - out all! And over each quivering form The curtain, a funeral pall Comes down with the rush of a storm While the angels, all pallid and wan Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man," And its hero, the Conqueror Worm

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025