Death in My Veins
Funeral March (For Those Entombed) March to death, my damned legions To infect, spreading hell’s disease Plague – harvested from a million souls Sow the fucking seeds of black Rush from the pits of hell Mangled beings come to life Savage battalion of doom Rise forth in blasphemy Bloodlust – Annihilation Warfare – Death is nigh Black Dawn – Hell’s assassins Invoked – Exterminate Heaven’s gates up in flames I’m beyond your God’s grace Slaying without restraint They bleed on their deathbeds Swirling vortex of pain Praise the name of Satan – Now! Funeral March Heaven’s downfall No Utopia For those entombed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Belial Rising The last seraphim, fallen Tomb of darkness, now ruptured From the willows that enshroud A shrine of evil has opened In tongues of chaos I will invoke the unspoken wisdom Take form, anomalies My vengeful heart unappeased My ancient curse – Will hex you, corrupt you No mercy – Disintegrate you, desecrate you No affinity with thrones of heaven Stormy clouds drift menacingly Hanging oppressively from blackened skies Poisoned rain fell like spears In rites of clandestine blaze I will crush the holy order Channeling our fiery hate My prideful master, on the throne A causal flames will rise In this dead of night Consuming endlessly Of those with the light
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Death In My Veins Drown in my blackest vomit Writhe in my blood rivers Sin in my deepest sorrow Eschew your wrongful blight Seethe in my darkest chambers Souls will be torn asunder I am blessed by Satan I scorn with ecstasy Bloodshed’s imminent Twisted in the brain Choked by darkened grasps Death in my veins Fouled will be your sanity I stand before the Behemoths Your innards my fiends devour Charred within my infernos Bloodshed’s imminent Twisted in the brain Choked by darkened grasps Death in my fucking veins
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Cursed Are The Vanquished Hoary falsehoods told by them Madness held on from the past Split opens the worm - eaten Lies that have been made to last Invert the cross of lies and Tear down their books of chaos Torture their blind disciples And slit through their blackened throats Cursed are the vanquished now Usurp the false holy throne No beliefs will standeth sure Decimation of the church Mortal sins and fucking wrongs Spewed forth from their rotting cunts Exterminate them root and branch Cast them out now forever Decimate!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Worship Me Hordes of my black faith Under banners of hate Gratification Now I shall dictate None shall defy Intolerance Fused now as one Killing for me Cursed now from aeons passed The demons we create Rise from ashes – abominations The angels we shall slay Pulpit – pounders Now meet your death Without my plague You shall collapse Forged now from infernal fires The dread that we’ve invoked Down from the fiery pits of hell To be one, with the Lord Keeper of the twin horns Rests in our black hearses Unite the cursed ones One with our inner beasts Kill, for me Sacrifice, unto me Putrid lives, worship me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026