Cold Steel… for an Iron Age

When I see all that's been Forgiveness was my greatest sin So I took a knife to my pity To the people in black city Fire! Black fire! Fire! Black fire! Fire! Black fire! Fire! Black fire! Truth chooses the strangest words Not the tongue of the common herd So take a blade let it bleed Fuck the people in black city! Fire! Black fire! Fire! Black fire! Fire! Black fire! Fire! Black fire! I was a brazen prince and cold Now a king on an oaken throne These dark ages mean nothing to me For I have forsaken black city Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees So never bow to any gods Tame wolves are but dogs So take a blade let it bleed To the people in black city

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

On a course to fight To cleave a path with a trail of fire To the heavens we take Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists The thrill of the kill in the hunters chase We have exposed the night, from which the feeble flee Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise Brandish new force, like a plague it strikes down The time is now cos the time is right To take what is ours Subservient dogs Crippled by the pack Crawling in blind honour Head down to be shot Feel the new force, like a plague it strikes down The time is now cos the time is right To take what is ours You crawled in the dark Blind faith broke you down Face down in submission Laying down to be shot This dawn is ours to rise To cleave a path with a trail of fire Destruction, force to strike Untarnished blades gripped by clenched fists rise Clenched fists rise! From the dawn has arisen the hunter The banishing force, the new world dominator!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

This is retribution! So come to me all you philosphers I have a use for all your words And as for you poets and bards Syncophants to every scar And as for you lovers of light You are prisoners on all sides And as for you humanists I give the gift of pestilence This is tyranny And as for your politics You march in circles with semantic tricks And as for you occultists You hide in shadows with your books And fuck you all religious fools Your gods your temples your fucking rules I have no need for pessimism I believe in nihilism! And emperors of golden halls You built your tomb within your walls So blessed be the murderers Who work like wicked conjurers Spare none the blade! Rape the world!

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 07, 2025

God is dead Praise hail Satan Cross has dread Will to power! Victory is one! Satan has rise Phallus demons break Jet black fire Evil they make Victory is one! Decimation on command One word - ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! Decimation on command One words - ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! God is dead World is burning People die in plague Victory to the grave Victory is one! Ride forth sons of perdition Dominate fuck and destroy By blood and thunder - rise of the heretics Satan has won! Stealth it rapes Black shark takes Dark war awake Victory is one! Sons of perdition In-semi-nate Wolf kult religion Victory is one! Ride forth sons of perdition Dominate fuck and destroy By blood and thunder - rise of the heretics Satan has won

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

They came to her house in the dead of night They came to take her Her mother screamed and her father cried "Let them take her!" So the poor little bitch is taken as a witch To the dungeon There she is stripped and beaten with a whip Then they raped her And she liked it So this is how you fuck with a crucifix The poor little bitch, well she likes it So they held her down while they took their turn They had to break her Said she was evil and she would burn Then they raped her So why does this tale turn you on? Why does it excite you? "Cos we are beasts like the beasts in the wild" Or more like barnyard pigs And you like it

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Gather 'round all you fire-starters Whirlwind reapers and comet riders Come sons of Remus The beast now calls Wolf sire children Daughters of Rome - come! Gather 'round all you fire starters Whirlwind reapers and comet riders Come sons of Remus The beast now calls Wolf sire children Daughters of Rome - come! Come all you mountain lions Come to our mountain fire Come and heed the call We are what you're looking for Come all you wild wolves Women with sharpened claws Come to our mountain fire We have what you're looking for Yes, you are what we're looking for Gather 'round all you fire-starters Whirlwind reapers and comet riders Come to our mountain hall Come and heed the call Come all you immoral seizers Fire starters and whirlwind reapers!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

To the victor the spoils As I lay here seduced by the power of my ill begotten gains Outside - War! The ruthless slay Basking in horrors as my tyranny reigns But even now I can't resist Pounding bone with my studded fist Dawn brings promise but I was cursed at birth To rule or die like a storm upon this earth As a mercenary first I came to be Then the armies hailed and bowed to me! Wolf, serpent, ritual fire Blackens the skies like a fucking pyre Behold my banner kneel to me Behold my banner my legions see There's a demon behind these eyes - pitch black eyes Cruel undead, relentless beast Animal now as always been For some are born with the curse The curse of knowing, and seeing with pitch black eyes Wolf, serpent, ritual fire Chokes the skies like a blackened pyre

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Witch hunter - seeks a scapegoat Witch hunter - words blow in the wind Witch hunter - seeks a way out Witch hunter - know all that is sin Witch hunter - herald of plagues Witch hunter - would kill to morality's name Witch hunter - the virulent keep The lies of pigs and their fuckin disease There are those who will come to watch you die To stand around your funeral pyre And they'll laugh as you're marched to your death And they dance when the noose is put round your neck The first to cry and the first to fall The first to come to the witch hunter's call The first to curse whatever is free The first to fight and the first to flee The first to do whatever is done The first to sing the witch hunter's song...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

And yea tho' you walk in the shadow of self Do not be afraid if you find it is hell Do not be a slave to just what has been To make virtue of demons is the "ultimate" sin! So fear not my friends for the hour draws near Better to have lived fast, than to die old with fear Though the old may be wise No strength to they wield They envy the young For by life not death they are killed!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025