Under a Funeral Moon

Alcohol is in my veins... Tears fall as I think of you The true memory you left me with Is a key to the wine of melancholy I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows As you burned on that stake they burnt My soul as well Your pure feelings, your flaming hate It was not enough Natassja, my beloved satanic witch The power in your eyes and yourself Worked for the noble in man Pass the bottle, pass the knife Pass me your unholy crafts I shall never forget you, the best Of all there is, I lick your cold lips I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe You never kissed the priest, you never Drank the blood of Jesus. Weird, they say Well, turn it upside down like you did And they Kill, KILL, and they take you away... Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign You live in me, like you moved in with my soul Your resurrection is the spirit of you Installed in me. So now, your thoughts And your pains are my wine; and Natassja I'll get these goddam angels drunk...

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Come the raging chaos, rule power from your soul Pure demoniac blessing as I kill myself in woe All souls coloured the face of the moon Shall suffer the eclipse You must know that I no longer can see The difference of dream and reality For the walls have been sieged And conquered by our Dark Satanic Blasphemy I stand alone in a valley filled with starlight My eyes suffer from eternal sparks So shut the lids and dream so I can see The trident clearer than ever now And in my darkest fantasy And as I reach for hell I am free... Hearses are raining from the open sky Megalomania reigns supreme Chilled in horror - Christian death They leaned too long to stand a fall I bend to receive the lust and pain Beat me Jesus And we will win

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

I must embrace visual hell To satisfy us Rape the whores in blasphemy I am him while I feast upon your flesh Glance into my eyes And see the darkest shadows dancing Playing in the desert of my life Burning, - And my soul is descending... Lover of all - Face the apocalypse You fade away under the black rain And flowers remain Flowers to step on, flowers to burn I am ready for the god below Red flesh to penetrate my skin To steel my soul away To the grave I seek Until I'm feeling weak... But there's fire In my heart, in my eyes In his body, in his eyes And in his lovely kingdom

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

When the sun has died When the angels are blind When the fog lies thick over the palace of god When the fullmoon lights the earth When the wolves gather in the open When blood rains from heaven high and from the pearly gates When Jehova's hordes are slaughtered When disciples twelve are dead When beliefs of eastern lands are raped and raped again When the whore of Babylon rides When pity turns to hate When all sons of Satan sodomise the lambs of Christ When the gates have all been opened When the funerals never end When Satans power paint our hearts and satisfies our souls When witches burn the priests When the ancient one returns When the demons ride the nuns with their horns of dark desire

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

From the abode of demons A wing of the Pentagram Comes the juice that painted My heart and my soul Swept in black they are Swept in black I am From this soul come the eyes That will look upon your ten Beautiful heads with delight My heart is the one That will tend to your flames And make them mine We share this spirit My heart is yours... I am your disciple And therefore my own Your weapon I will be With the demons that possess me We'll ride the seven sins of death That takes me to katharsis The sign of your horns Is my dearest vision They impale all holy and weak You watch me face the mirror And see desecration With my art I am the fist In the face of god

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

On the day of my final sacrifice the chilling steel open my veins Blood stains my skin Silver chalice must be filled... Drinking the poisoned blood I enter my shadowed coffin Two goathorns in my hands I raise my arms and close my eyes to receive the infernal hails from my brother in the land of the damned The howling wind blows in the naked trees Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark Below me, the path to the cemetary where my spiritual brother take me They halt at the shadow of an oak My nocturnal funeral commence Laying in my blasphemous sleep I am lowered down to the pit A raven sings my last song as the wolves howl their goodbyes The funeral moon glows strongly now for I am nearly there This night of late October the darkside opens its gate Morbid souls wait for me For satanic conspiracy Flowers of doom Rising in bloom You will see Our immortality!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Det gaar en vei over fjellet Inn i de dype skogers savn Garder her led grusom skjebne Ved likbaal sørget mang en ravn Pesten trod den Norske mark Fra havn over land til annen havn Med tunge subbende skritt den seg Inn i de dype skogers favn Dauden i sort gjorde sjelen frossen, Gjorde huden veik under en norrøn himmel Det gaar en vei over fjellet Inn i de dype skogers favn Langsom vandring fører meg Inn i det dunkle skogsriket For aa finde en gard, eldet og forlatt Fra en ensom, sort og endeløs natt...

Engulfed in frost I sailed our dreams Gloomy inner landscapes come to life I am the wolf in the darkest scene Phantasms sweep my role I am Lucifer, I bring you light and pride Three steps for the white A journey for the black No flags for the ten lines (but) I'll shoot you full of signs In other dimensions My visions grew black wings You wouldn't know if I was him The dragon rises before me I'll fornicate the beast Possess me as I burn Into your painted realm

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025