Goatmoon
EP • 2013
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
This track is instrumental.
Achtung Untermenschen! Ihr seid nichts im Vergleich zu uns! Wir sind die Herrenrasse, die Rasse der Helden.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Summer's bloom has faded away as autumn's cold wind rapes the soil Lifeless leaves waiting on the ground for the cover of the snow And the ravens' caw Echoes in the distance Through frosty yellow plains I walk to the forest and beyond Under the light of north star I wander to the places of war Last glimpse of sunset will soon be just a memory Like the feeble screams of my dying enemies I feel drawn to the horrifying blackness of this night I now see the path placed before me The will of the triumph guides me through the terrors And nightmares, violence and bloodshed Northwind's quiet whisper on these fields where the battles shall be сlashed We will trample our enemies with our conquering feet Like a barbaric hymn to praise the war The howl of whirling steel covers the suffering yells of our dying enemies The day breaks Swords saturated with blood Smoke cloaks the battlefield Reek of burnt flesh Charred skeletons laying on the ground like frozen tree branches To the death we will fight for our blood and native soil
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Enchanting eyes, blue like thousand crystal clear lakes Pure pale skin, white as mighty nordic winter view Hair, blonde like a silver forest with shapes of gold In the last rays of the sun Will and spirit Of honourable and undefeated Aryans The descendant of our ancestors From the triumphant land - Ultima Thule No threats from foreign lands, nor the traitors of blood Nor the keepers of values, morals and ideals of the weak Can harm your fragile Aryan beauty In the name of our blood I am sworn to protest you With honour to the death
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
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