Thunder on the Fields
Hans tomme øjne ser dig Runder et hjørne, men vejen den er blind Kødet skriger, kalder på sin herre Blodets længsel leder hans jagt Blod på tanden, smagen af jern i munden Een gang brændt viger du ikke fra ilden Igen Som et vildt dyr tog du en bid En mundfuld ondskab, sydende Dødsdansen kan nu begynde: Evigt liv eller dit endeligt Djævlens børn de hvisker fra mørket De siger: "Fortær hans legeme og bliv ét med os!" Kroppen er din straf, mere et fængsel end graven Ulven som vil sluge solen Slangen, som frister i haven Formskifter, helgen, dæmon Menneskeæderen Lyset forsvinder til sidst Med natten er du nu forenet Tal med to tunger, dit ord er lov Gudernes ord opsluges af afgrunden Lyset forsvinder altid til sidst...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
Silence: awful, total power Fallout dust all around us Echoes of nothing, blind machines Mors certa, vita incerta You know the ground is always aflame beneath us Bridges are ashes when we cross The abyss does stare back from behind the wall But it matters not to me what will be the cost Yes, we'll come down like a fucking meteor I can't stop shaking in anticipation Always wanted to bring it all down on you Lose your way, we are burning We watch the sun rise, still with stars in our eyes, that's right Lose your way, we are burning We watch the sun fall with the fire inside And I'd do it all again, too We've sold our souls for cursed dreams It's a long, damned path but I know it's right for me I've done wrong and you have too, no one is innocent here Laughing at death we enter the night, we're the best at living that ever were We have the pitchfork and the halo Lightning-hammer of the gods, we shall be crowned with laurel Underneath the mud, underneath the mud The blackened mud, underneath the mud Lose your way, we are burning We watch the sun rise, still with stars in our eyes, that's right Lose your way, we are burning We watch the sun fall with the fire inside
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
Thunder on the fields The rats of Paris are grinning Morbid, twisted smiles in the night Their teeth and eyes are shining In the valleys people whisper Children named the chosen ones They gather 'round to fear and worship What they do not understand Up on the mountain, there's something Sinister pressing through Black wings beating, hoofbeats pounding A presence deeply terrifies you In the houses of godheads they declare war on life Reading through cobwebs Preaching age-old lies Down by the river, on a beach of black sand Lovers have guns stuck in their mouths and are cursing these Wicked lands In a whiskey bar there's ghosts Throwing dice they're betting with screams They drink with us unknowingly and inflict the strangest dreams There's an eye in the storm Where riders draw maps that are broken Their dogs they have no bones, forever Caught up in a hurricane There's an eye in the storm where riders draw maps that are broken Their dogs they have no bones, forever caught up in a hurricane That they have awoken
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
What seemed endless is running out Hope became suspicion and doubt Their walls will be higher this time And harder still to climb In this age we betray easily The horizon is darker than it used to be And in the shadow we fumble Older now, this world is old I can't remember your face at all Can't believe how we've grown This is not the world I've known God is dead but who took his place? Blessed human with a smile on his face Who'll deny a stranger that has walked through hell Ringing funeral bells Longing back instead of forward No longer easy to be better than our fathers And I'm afraid the sadness in your eyes won't go away Can I still make you stay Older now, this world is old I can't remember your face at all Can't believe how we've grown This is not the world I've known I wouldn't trust me either, I know We're at the point of finally losing control This might be the last time you will ever fall Because we're old We are old
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
Speed of the devil Race into the fire Of the devil You have to burn, we all burn to be wild Shackles weigh heavily On burning souls Oh they'll keep on trying to cage me but I I wasn't born to follow Give me the Speed of the devil Race into the fire of the devil You have to burn, we all burn to be wild Like a devil An endless fire Of the devil You will burn, we all burn to be wild And that is never going to change I'm tired of waiting around for things to happen You know the world is a lonely place What fuels my engine is action and nothing happens by itself Nothing happens by itself It's time to pilot the chaos While clouds of poison rise in your eyes They blot out the great white sun above But some of us weren't meant to die Between borderland and underworld The desert grows forevermore Does looking at the sun really bring blindness? Life is war
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
The gallow's omen I see the shadow world An absent form of presence There is a kind of a cold war Gift of vision, evil eye Prophecy! Paranoia, psychosis A sixth sense for the unfolding future Fifth columns in our midst Hidden sides and invisible dimension Behold the shining path Dead persons that never lived With jaws agape, the blood spills Traverse the margins Disorder is infinite Gift of vision, evil eye Prophecy! Paranoia, psychosis It is uncanny Paranoia, psychosis The dissonant cries of Leviathan and Minotaur "You trespass here!" Cadaverous people, bleak Draught, famine, and pestilence See know ye the power of myth
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026
This thing confuses us It fits no theory: If it is not hallucination, what does that mean? What will happen when the day becomes the last Will there be sun overhead or shadows overcast? I don't know what will be left to say but I'll still have confessions to make I'm beginning to fail as a human Cannot feign interest in anything in sight I look at sunsets and the moon in the sky I need something real to occupy my mind Time is foreboding and the end seems so near Even the amused pessimist must fear When I am obsolete and all is through Will I think of nothingness or will I think of you That wicked moon is up again And I feel someone forcing my hand Lying in the dirt to die Will music untune the sky? A fire burning in the rain, it will stand there without a flame Lying in the dirt to die Music will untune the sky Some I regret but I can't forget Moments outside of time that we had Reaching back to those waters, you eclipsed just bit of the bitterness All my force it has been spent and I know I'll die without a friend Lying in the dirt to die Music will untune the sky!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026