Funeral Procession
The mist riseth slowlie From fields where Bloode rained from the skies The sunne mourneth the passing day As if she knew it hath been the last I am the Fog... That Hideth what dwelleth beyonde... The realm of the pure Is washed away by the all-consuming fire A fire so invincible and colde Unlike the ones that shone these aeons I am the Fire That Burneth the angel's ground Heavenlie Aeons Grimlie Torne Apart The reigne of darkness and winter, the victorie of Griefe... The harbringers of wrathe Free the enslaved soules that wander as stars Granting birth to the Blackest Black That Blindeth thine eyes in Paine I am the Black... That Darkeneth Thy Kosmos Of Olde Embrace the Darke That Endeth the Aeon of no Sorrowe Heavenlie Aeons Grimlie Torne Apart The choir of an olde race echoeth in the darke... Heavenlie Aeons Grimlie Torne Apart I am the Void that Stealeth thy Life I am the Dragon that tortureth thy Soule I am the Elixir that the Wolf spewe forth I am the Wrathe that Teareth thy heavens That tore thy heavenlie aeons...
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
When Moonshine is the only Light And Angels Fall From Heavens High Crimson Clad is the ground of earth Embrace of Lunar Holocaust By The Night Spells Are Cast From The Moon The Wolf is howling at the moon For he sings darkest litany The blood still warm on his muzzle As his kin devour the sun The last mourns silence, fade away Lord Frost takes Eden to her subzero days... By The Night Spells Are Cast From The Moon Wolfish Souls enflame my heart On the sea spellcast ghosts are dancing Dance The Death of Mortal Souls As Lunar Rays Reflect on the Surface Of Waters Where Angels Once were drown Moonshine... Welcome The Dark Aeon
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
As my eyes observe thy holy skies All I am shown is vacant space A tinie glimpse of nothingness those twinkling stars have been In the toil of eternall nighte I take thy final breath Beholde thy stars fall from the heavens
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
In an olde booke, written myriads ago On pages made of mortall skin It spake of knowledge so long forgotten Of wisdome unwished to be spread Spill the Bloode of the Elder Building the Anti-Kosmos Procreating Khaos The elder who watch the kreation Knowe welle that all shall descende into Waves of Apocalyptic Khaos The kurse upon them is their fear As their bloode is the key to the gates In a starless nighte When the summer is devour'd Sacred bloode is shed Shattering all order The reigne of eternall silence The embodiment of Anti-Life Spill the Bloode of the Elder Building the Anti-Kosmos Procreating Anti-Life The bloode of the elder The key to the Chambers of Kosmic Duste
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
Oh great last war bring us Salvation The end of the white plague is near Their king is dead and buried Forever under the cross Mass Destruction War I can feel their pain Doom - The final day I can feel it stronger The bleed of their weak christian souls The end of all lies Doom - The final day Lyrics: K. Lühring 1995
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
A burial ground of olde Lieth waste and forgotten Beyonde impenetrable woods With covered Paths untrodden The olde ones could have remembered Tales so many centuries olde That Death had not been conquered By forces of goodness and lighte The fools lull unaware In their sense of securitie Believing still in fairies that A day followeth ev'rie nighte The North wind carries forth The breath of pestilence The odour of death The wolves and rats long hidden Crawl out of their dreary wombs Paving the rotten roads with bloode That their Emperor once will walk Oh dreamer, can you remember The Last time the birds did sing? And when you turned your eyes blinde As all turned grey that once was green? The Death Empire On Burial Ground Hath slept for centuries, but is awakening now The Ships of the Dead art Setting Sails Awaiting the Emperor's return Far away, the sharpened scythe is twinkling As the Full Moone weareth her palest dress The weak slaves of the lighte will once again bow To Him who retaketh his skullthrone The Coffin Ships leave the harbours again The Emperor returneth to His land The Death Empire On Burial Ground...
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
Beholde my visions... One - The Half Moone's bloode shall serve our feast Two - A throne made of crosses' splinters Three - David's Star is torne asunder The empire regained...
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
War has been declared onto christianity Burning churches pave the road for an upcoming age Finally man has been awaken by his inner self Rome takes its last breaths, these thousand years belong to us St.Peter bells its last time Lambs put on the stake The sun is dying crimson Wolfish spirit is awake Destroy!!! Kill!!! Chorus: Millennium of revenge - We celebrate the death of a Thousand burning christian children Total armageddon - No mercy shall be shown Heaven free to plunder, to rape and to be torn A silent scream emerges where once voices whispered loudly Another kingdom fallen that never again shall be Your glory is long gone vanished Your time is long gone passed The moon is the new tyrant And death sits by her side We have conquered the zionist base and Torn to the ground lies the cradle of weakness Desecrated are the buildings of jehovah And fire is now purifying the world The war is over, the air was cleansed Eternal darkness shall now remain...
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026
On the day of my final sacrifice The chilling steel open my veins Blood staines my skin Silver chalice must be filled Drinking the poisoned blood I enter my shadowed coffin Two goathorns in my hands I raise my arms and close my eyes To receive the infernal hails From my brother in the land of the damned The howling wind blows in the naked trees Moonlit fields are glowing in the dark Below me, the path to the cemetary Where my spiritual brothers take me They halt at the shadows of an oak My nocturnal funeral commence Lying in my blasphemous sleep I am lowered down to the pit A raven sings my last song As the wolves howl their goodbyes The funeral moon glows strongly now For I am nearly there This night of late october The darkside open it's gate Morbid souls wait for me - For satanic conspiracy Flowers of doom Rising in bloom You will see Our immortality!
Submitted by The Void — Jun 21, 2026