Relics of the Dead
In a time of unbridled greed When the jackals run wild An elder primitive Sacred Sect Protect an ancient chamber "This path will lead you to death" it read "He who enters will be damned to eternal hell" But the warning was ignored Hinges creek as they push passed the door Decayed bodies outline the stairs A horrid smell engulfs the air "This path will lead you to death" it read "He who enters will be damned to eternal hell" The relics are awakened but dissolve at the touch The chamber reacts and servers the hand It's hard to resist falling to pieces Gripping the wrist there's so much fucking blood Within these walls there burns a fire Objects displayed for tempting dark desires Without this carnage left to transpire The crypt's deprived of the souls that it requires It's getting cold, so close to death He says "I'm sorry" with a gasps of his last breath No time to grieve, no time to rest Hesitate and your dying next Ancient stones seal the chamber door Walls collapse into a hallow floor
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Footsteps approach from the shadows of night Whispers echo from the woods Campfire flames grow hotter and higher Chills from the stories being told Tales of death, murder and superstition A lifeless body in the lake His lust for blood was born on this night The most feared day of all With all the anger and all the rage The butchers back to dominate They try to run but it's too late All the natives fear his name A man who lives for the pleasure of vengeance Without guilt or remorse Get on your knees and pray for mercy He has come for your soul The counselors gather at night Enthralled with fornication Bloodstains on the floor, the sign of their annihilation In the dead of night comes a bringer of death and destruction Dripping from his knife the blood is flowing like oceans You can't run and hide, he's perfected killing in motion Their eyes are open wide, they cannot believe his repulsion Transcending life and death to redefine their pain He's resurrected again and again and again Frozen statue of death, Too scared to even breath Will it be flee or fight? It's all the same in the end Behind psychotic eyes, a Lunatic resides Prepare yourself to die His knife will open you wide!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
During an age of unrest An evil cult rules the land Wandering further from home A Tyrant is sworn to the throne Madness and pain become one in the same When the lunatic spreads his demands With cannibal lust, devoid of trust Serving his disciples with fear A war is waged with sickness and plagues Bonded by death, nothing is left Murderous hordes infest the lords If they are death, you must be dead Murderous visions appear Haunting darkness is near Behind the eyes of the dead Awareness fades away The hunger grows, no one knows Their perception of evil's askew Stained with blood, covered in guts Tearing the flesh from the bone In this vile of blood The promise of a cure Protect this with your life Beware they feed at night Mangled as the Hideous Feed They sneak up behind, rattling their teeth Clawing for flesh, biting so deep Pulling out eyes, pulling out air Severing limbs, bloods everywhere Mangled as the Hideous Feed Mangled as the Hideous Feed Mangled as the Hideous Feed Mangled as the Hideous Feed
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Haunted by dreams of violence Damned by the laws of modern society Too many scars beneath the skin Failure to hide his lack of compassion Vanished from the border town The missing sons were never found Bonded by despair of mind The villagers catch him just in time Bound to a chair wrapped in duct tape Vengeance for grief and endless suffering Baptized in sweat and gasoline The match is struck and the flame is glowing And the smoke engulfs the night The screams are overshadowed by the smell Evidence comes to light An innocent man was sent to hell Immolated Into Ashes Immolated Into Ashes Something's not right Rejected by the light The killing subside Nightmares confine Fear of the night Slaves to their freight Killing just for spite Ashes left behind
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Pyres of burning flesh, crumble till nothing's left Pungent stench of death, consuming every breath Corpses lying here remains scattered everywhere Buried inside earth, exhumed for rebirth Rise up from the grave Prepare the coven to meet Touch the witch hand of death The innocent follow like sheep Rays glow from beyond, bewitched in a trance Fall before the hags, into everlasting sleep Putrid smell of mold, reading pages smell foretold Sun melts into the sky, insufferable screams as they die Festering tombs bursting out, cadaverous life crawling Oh this night the decayed shall live, and summon the king of the dead Festering tombs of the rotting dead Into the night we were lead Festering tombs of the rotting dead Wretched souls are cursed to live
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
To all he was feared During his rule, his malice was clear An angry crowd sought revenge Once he was dead the rumors began After three hundred years The castle stands preserving their fears An ancient parchment is found To his being it's bound The tyrant waits Believing murder is just Only blood fuels his lust The castle awaits his return to kill again Sovereign lord of the dead In his chamber the words must be read In the place he was killed At 2 am when his blood was first Under false candlelight The words are said but something's not right The bells announce his return But his face is blistered and burned Somewhere between life and death The monarch takes his first breath Who dares whisper his name He's born again Monarch, Monarch Macabre Monarch, Monarch Macabre Time to bleed Time to receive all the pleasures and passions he needs Time for peace, time for release Life is hell, life is disease Monarch, Monarch Macabre Monarch, Monarch Macabre Monarch, Monarch Macabre Monarch, Monarch Macabre
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026