Night on Bröcken
Dark and dampness lingers in body and in soul. Dead wall of stone I cry out for twenty years alone. Exanimate a penance not fit for man nor beast. Innocent of mortal sin, do hear me out at least. Man of strong mind and soul deserves a second chance. Just to see a glimpse of light would warm my icy hands. Any kin or family just an echo in my mind. Silence loudens tribulations that I left behind. Just then a beam of light projects from underneath a rock. Could it be escape I'm free. I'll dig my fingers raw. Man of strong mind and soul deserves a second chance. Just to see a glimpse of light would warm my icy hands. Deep in your mind look for the answer, it'll be there. Life, strange illusion, stay low, it'll take care. Time is the sentence in which you must abide. Make sin your companion, then Satan be your bride. The tunnels deep and twisting as I press my body through and through Entrapped in this one way passage, in light I must pursue and soon. I grasp the bars at the end of my crawl, as I gape down to the sea. The skeleton of a man who tried, a fool just like me. Man of strong mind and soul deserves a second chance. Just to see a glimpse of light would warm my icy hands. Deep in your mind look for the answer, it'll be there. Life, it's a strange illusion, take it slow, it'll take care. No time is the sentence in which you must abide. Make sin your companion, then Satan be your bride.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
A cry shivers the night, a voice in agony that shrieks above the trees. In a land where no one comes in a land where spirits dwell, hear their fatal screams. The old man clutches his heart as he looks to the window, he knows his time has come. Woman stands in the dark, her hair is white with the snow nightmares just begun. Fates Warning is heard, run shivers up and down the spine of those who believe. The old and decrepit have seen, they mourn in the night, young and restless can't conceive Moon looks through the drifting storm, thunder cracks the sky, she screams throughout the night. The laughing magpie spreads his wings, and looks you in the eye, and laughs at you in spite. Spirits of innocence take me away. Dancing her pitiful ritual, she's stalking her prey. the bard and the banshee sound a harmonious wail. Predestined hour has come. Let it come. The old man wakes with the dawn, sweat upon his brow, he casts the spell, Father O'Reilly found in the moors, the people mourn, hear the church's bell. Moon looks through the drifting storm, thunder cracks the sky, and she screams, YEAH! The laughing magpie spreads his wings, and looks you in the eye, and laughs, HA-HA! The spirits of innocence take me away Dancing her pitiful ritual, she's stalking her prey. she's coming your way the bard and the banshee sound a harmonious wail. Predestined hour has come. The Banshee!
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025
High priest, the man you look for prays in the garden tonight, tonight. Conceived by immaculate conception, King Nazareen creator of light. Healing cripples, gives sight to the blind, transforms himself, he's not of our kind. I know this begot by a kiss, he knows not that he's been defied. Demon lords won't you ride with me, mount your horse to Sethsemane. Judas Iscariot, money man and thief of Judah tell me haven't you dined with the man and preached with him in Galilee. You deny being one of the twelve, you wish to trade your king for gold. Thirty silver pieces be your reward and may your rotten conscience never grow old. Demon lords won't you ride with me, mount your horse to Sethsemane. I am in you, you are in I You have defied me, I see through your eyes. Beware the kiss of death. Pharisees I fall to my knees, we must nullify the contract we have made. I have pined, defied innocence blood and returned the silver pieces that you've paid. What's this you say, who is he to us, see to thyself you greedy man. The place of the skull is where lies your king. We have washed our hands. I am in you, you are in I You have defied me, I see through your eyes. Beware the kiss of death.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
April thirtieth, the souls of the risen are leading the way. The first of May. Black magic night, witches holiday, their torches glow. Eternal evil, it summons the lords of hell, just once a year, compel and beware the spell of the jackal. Can't break the spell, won't break the spell, the spell of the shadowless man. The witches fornicate, the demons dance, blackmass romance. In hellish praise round Bröcken they prance, their numbers grow. A harpy chants, fire fountains glow, virgin of snow burnt by the torch of the one with no shadow. I saw his face, I've seen him before, the face of the shadowless man. As dawn breaks through the trees, lonely town falls to their knees, a solemn belfry begins to toll. The mass begins sing familiar hymns, man in black has his back to the crowd. Spreads his wings and turns around, as my heart begins to pound. Because you, you're the one I saw in flight, at Walpurgis Night. You've betrayed and cursed the light, at Walpurgis Night. You're the one I saw in flight, at Walpurgis Night. At the setting of the sun. Because you, you're the one I saw in flight, at Walpurgis Night. You've betrayed and cursed the light, at Walpurgis Night. You're the one I saw in flight, at Walpurgis Night. At the setting of the sun.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
He was the sun of champion, a proud Olympian. Taught his boy all the tricks he'd ever need to win. The games were fierce as battle, not for ordinary man. A man born of royal blood must live by sword in hand. This one not so lucky, as he fell to his knees. Suddenly inflicted, deranged with disease. His father act with fury, you must not scorn his name. Cast him to the forest, return never again. The nights cold and darkened as the boy turned into man. Took shelter in the jackal's den, the cave Tartarean. Confronted by the serpent now your soul belongs to me. For your health and strength, sell your soul and you'll go free. Eager to accept the bribe, for revenge in his mind. Dawn reflect from the blade, the forest left behind. His strength grew with every stride, he was healthy as an ox. No one would stop him. You live by the sword, and die by the sword. Avenge everyone in your way. Condemning a Misfit for innocence his sin. His blade will avenge you someday. He's a Misfit. He's a Misfit. Defeating every wild beast and swordsman in the ring. Victor of the main event wed daughter of the king. He glances to the throne where sits the royal regime. The king who cast the misfit died, his father reigned supreme. The charge begins, first pass is made the serpent's face revealed. Time has come to meet his fate, The bribe kept concealed. He casts his blade with vengeance and pierced his father's soul. Satan would take him. You live by the sword, and die by the sword. Avenge everyone in your way. Condemning a Misfit for innocence his sin. His blade will avenge you someday, oh no. He's a Misfit. Misfit, Misfit, he's a Misfit.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Thousands of years, before the dawn of history. Ancient races tears, are flowing like a river to the sea. Where sacred river ran, white deer had roamed the land, brilliant twilight in our dreams. Primitive child, your unforgotten tribe calls to you. Descendants we are one, the tangled maze is broken once again. A myth without a meaning, you shade the light from the seed. The earth and virgin soil watch it bleed. The earth and virgin soil. Red, white, black, in city masses, corporate buildings spread like rashes, stacked upon each other forty high. Stabbed each other in the back, you money-hungry maniacs, dig up the earth and spit it in your eye. To intrude this sacred land, where the mortals have been banned, where your own forefathers lie in rest. To disturb this mountain side, where in battle we did ride, and our warriors where they lie, the earth digest. Hear our cry from down below, let our restive spirits go. You've trapped us in your world of sin, let the plague begin, Damnation. Your cities disappear, to earth's interior, don't you know you've got to let your spirits go, let 'em go. You've got to let those spirits go. Let 'em go! You've got to let your spirit go.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Little soldier, plastic pistol aiming for the head. Now you see me, now you don't. You missed me, you're dead. Laughing, hiding in the bushes, scatter for your life. Little soldier tripped and fell, get him with your knife. Electric eye is loaded, it shows them it's okay to kill. They eventually will. Mother calls you in for lunch, put the war on hold. Too rough to play with other kids, how many times you've been told. Laugh at pain it's silly. He'd make the soldiers bleed. Break the flesh, twist the bone, bring them to their knees. You don't throw stick and stone, you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them alone. First sight of blood at ten, fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red. A still and quiet conscience, regardless of their doom, The victims play, they're on their way, Soldier Boy. No sense they have, of ills to come. Nor care beyond ills of today, they've lost their way, Soldier Boy. Playgrounds into battle fields, diapers into greens and stripes, Mold plastic into steel, the war is real, the solders fight tonight. Little solder falls once more, sees red glow like the sun. Mother calls him back to Arlington, in Washington. You don't throw stick and stone, you leave the little girls alone she said, leave them alone. First sight of blood at ten, fell off the swing and cracked his head, it's all red. A still and quiet conscience, regardless of their doom, The victims play, they're on their way, Soldier Boy. No sense they have, of ills to come. Nor care beyond ills of today, they've lost their way, Soldier Boy.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025