Darkthrone
Album • 1996
We sail the seas of negativity to banish kindness from this place (sans scruples, sans humility) To behold the fierceness of wolves Assailing ye saints thoroughly (sans love, sans compassion) To behold the wails of thine in affright whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts (sans warmth, sans pity) To behold a world, darkly astir rising in madness and mystery (sans light, sans life) Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie Than to tremble amidst this old memory? Alas for the damned thou art, now ye behold! 'Tis the rise of satanic divinity Oh we rejoice at the destruction of all ye have ever lived for... Hark! As lands tremble, and empires fall Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath (tis the voices from the past) Aye we can not mourn, for never morrow shall dawn World without end...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
The urge so strong to do the Devil's work The flock of Jesus Christ I will rape your souls 'til you see the devil clear Blackwinged Evil wings bring torture from the skies With a limb so huge to serve you christian sluts Penetrate your pure cunts with might Now you filthy cunts, do you see the moon? Its glowing for the black wings return Blackwinged We'll burn your worthless bodies And send the fire and stench to heaven high Remind your worthless God that our victory is complete Clean this earth of holy bitches, desecrate Mother Mary Blackwinged
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
Brothers, brothers of doom Ravens has spoke, attack must begin The shadows of our warrior souls Will float with infernal speed Souls of Christ, prepare for fight We'll crush your halls with bonecrushing might supreme Your feeble cries will not be heard Since your god lies dead and buried In the ruins of the pearly gates Brothers of north, brothers of doom Endless nights of total war coming closer Gather, hell is calling, gather Gather for attack on the pearly gates.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
Fire, fire I greet thee Give life to shadows grim So that they may writhe where you dwelt in life, now dead within Gaia, once mother of all life, Now raped by death to breed the brethren of black fire Destruction in claw-controe Neverending bleakness In the sight of the undead Black desert of ashes Under a dark clouded sky Given shelter to flesh-eating flames Starved since creation Reign from skeleton thrones The realm of the beast Black victory of death No life in this funeral feast
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
Desolate winter Lifeless landscape Halls of north frozen Eagles and ravens domain One-eyed master silently awaits to strike at dawn Hordes will fight and come Forth from dark hidden places Ready to kill! March to war for the eternal northern sky
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025
In the quest for shudders I was as the absence melted in my hand As clear as my gleaming sorrow A spectral fascination For irony to serve are the glorious those who triumph in a kingdom of eternity? ...a castle of sand whose roof has sheltered my I sense "the absence of triumph and lust abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand" A whore gave birth to the flies ...who flew away with my beauty A virgin gave birth to my masks I simulate the absence "To enter a kingdom of flesh - a ghastly worn shadow A fiery picture of poet in hel" Forlorn I was as poets should be I am as chosen as the weaver himself.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025
I dype juvet, Ein stad i Noregs land Talløse de samler sine Ravnsort vinge Der akter de at rådslage For tid at komme Minnes pest ukristen tid Tidens begynnelse Tidens slutt de a vil forme Baerere av sorg Baerere av hat Baerere av forakt Baerere av ukristen tid
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
Feel the burning flame As the sun in the desert sand Sense the grief as the knives of torment shreds your soul Behold the harvest storm of spiritual rape Hordes from infernal wastelands united under blackened wings Souls under the serpents banner with common flesh but a heart of scorn and painfull anger Orgy of destruction, a "gesture of might" Gaze at the grey sky, hatred and poison And from the vast towers of the underworld One could see shadows of them in dark caves and endless halls Trample down the bronze Gate of Tartaros Patient earthly men with blood-filled chalices Greeting their arrival for the battle of the ages is at hand And when the garish slave of the seeds of life has turned into a torrent of blood and the wolf has eaten the sheep Stare into the galactic fog Armageddon has been achieved
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
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