Godless Savage Garden
"The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores Profane mistress, captor of sin Sworn to feed the ill and the weak And bring their women and men into temptation Eliza, the whore of the night Attends the sabbath, the theater of lust The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh -Diabolical intercourse profound She who brings horror to the insane And haunts the sick and its kind Selector of innocent holy infants Tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate For her and hers the bells chaim Damnation's own Evil superior siren, moonchild domain -A sculpture for the holy to burn"
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Endeløst du kriget på steppene Nadeløst du herjet i fjellene Du tok dine seire med storm Knuste fienden ved din hand Åh, Attila! Gjør meg til din tjener Åh, Attila Ta meg til din hæær Du levde i mørket Du vandret i sorg Du plyndret med sal til hest En stolt og stridig konge Som erobret hver en borg For så å heise fanen til fest Attila, hunnernes konge Krigenes herre, vår far Du hentet din styrke fra mørke Og på tokt med deg jeg nå drar
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
"The quest for Azunda hath drawn near The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark is he In prophecy, chaos not bear In chaos, prophecies begone The child of dark, hath forseen He makes his own destiny The magic he creates is from his will The magic of Azunda, he shall receive Iron grip's sword guides his path To the place which is no more The journey to this place is creation In this creation, he shall be Living for himself and his destiny In his path, lies of the prophecies In his mind he sees another Who wishes to receive, Azunda He sees light within in he's enemy And laughs at the prophecy His will and his word is his sorcery He is waiting for thee To put an end to this prophecy Azunda, give your power to me The child of dark has found thee And now must destroy, evil thee Iron grip's sword has gone through thee Now, Azunda is mine for all to see The king's task has been complete The chaos has begun for all to see
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Langt der borte I mørket Gjennom tretopper der månelys driver Langt der borte I all tåke Inn gjennom min sjel den sorte angst river På de mosegrodde steiner de seg viser Når nattemørket har senket seg over Ekkoene fra deres grufulle jamring Endel stø du kan høre I horisonten langt vekk Skimtes den sigende skodde Horder av ild rider månelyset I flokk Ved daggry de samles ved en bortgjemt odde Den iskalde snoen Har kommet Denne gang I evig fokk
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
It is 1999 The human race has to face it They are confronted with the truth It's secret - mysterious A surgeon said it in the news "The human race is dying" But the result is no disease Searching for you Metal heart, metal heart They found it everywhere Metal heart, metal heart Lifeless piece of steel The scaring fact was even told Total confusion They found the same nightmare Heartbeats - time bombs Metal heart, metal heart Unplugged they're dying Metal heart, metal heart Unplugged they die Metal heart, metal heart They found it everywhere Metal heart, metal heart Lifeless piece of steel Metal heart, metal heart Unplugged they're dying Metal heart, metal heart
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Gjennom tideløse morkne drømmer I fuktig høstvind over landstrakte vidder Mot Sorias fjellheim Kommer jeg, en fandens ridder Glatt er runen på det høye fjell Gnidd vekk av regn og vind Dragende kraft av ondskap lurer Her ved trollheims muldne grind Fortumlet av dette mørke byggverk Med røvet gull fra lysets pakt Brukt som spott til å senke deres murer Vi grunder over dette riket Så vakkert fylt med tideløs skumring Som en stjerne i tomsindighetens juv Det bringer frem en nattlig mimring Over tanker fra en vissen tid Drott til himmels er det reist Av tidens endeløse svarte minner Stormblåst ut av det sorte indre Har bergflint rullet fra mo til kneist Undring og angst samler seg i natten I mørket som ruver om spiret For ingen dag kan veien hit Intet lys kan luske frem Der sorg har beseiret alle gleder Og bygd et land på menneskets jord Fylt med isklad prakt og heder
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Master of disharmony Welcome my tainted soul Take me from the hordes of the living Into the blessed darkness Master of disharmony Take my impure flesh Lead me into the path of temptation Save me from cowardness Save me from cowardness Master of sin Take my cursed heart Bring me where I can find salvation For I am the damned Master of death Take my pitiful life I am enslaved I shall never forget the pain Master of sin Take my cursed heart Bring me where I can find salvation For I am the danmed Master of death Take my pitiful life I am enslaved I shall never forget the pain
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
By the light of the moon And the beings of the night A curse has been laid upon us To seek and tear celestial gloss To pieces By the power of death And the shadow of the Reaper A call has been brought upon us To complete the infinite fall Of heaven Without the wit or will to end this journey We continue travelling towards our fate Harvesting helpless Christian spirits Raping the sanctity of saints The heavenly father is stretching his hand Pathetically begging for mercy We spit and piss on his sacred flesh As we breathe the breath of the unholy For with the sign of the pentagram Hellfire rage is for us to come As we shall wander the pit Unhallowed by the infernal one We are forever captured By the embrace of death
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026