Funeral Rites for the Living
Funeral rites There is a place where this world lives and breathes A place you've only seen in photographs A place that you idolize, but you'll never know Because you choose to not know To know the God of this forest This God of the trees This God of the brooks This God of the wind and the rain This God of the mountains and the valleys For in your mind, these things are no more These things are nonexistent These things are paved and priced
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Doomed from day one Doomed, God's only son Doomed from day one Doomed, the chosen one: God Summon the dead Awaken, oh sleeper! Something lurks deep within me How do I know that this it? What makes me sure of it? Show me the sun when she's not shining Still... what is my hope may be your eternal suffering
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In these virgin woods, the traces of man are but a footstep Not a sound of civilization, not a whisper of invention There is none but the God of this forest, And all of his creation Only time will tell, will this be a lasting haven? Or a place of unholy pavement? One with the earth One with the sea
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Why play in reverse what you can play forward?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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From the river to the coast: Lumber, ice, and ships we boast Always cutting until it bleeds Always taking more than we need Building towns along its flow, as we curse its undertow Industries beginning to falter, so we pillage the river's altar Dumping waste into her gut, as we carry this selfish glut She is dead and headless now And we claim "we don't know how" She becomes a sickening mess Her rites are read as she's laid to rest But her lovers are remaining strong, Dedicating their lives to her song She sings, "tempt me, tempt me, tempt me... Just wait and see" Down by the Kennebec Down by the river bed She will cut your neck She will take your head
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
This is not my God at work in these men
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
From the river to the coast: Lumber, ice, and ships we boast Always cutting until it bleeds Always taking more than we need Building towns along its flow, as we curse its undertow Industries beginning to falter, so we pillage the river's altar Dumping waste into her gut, as we carry this selfish glut She is dead and headless now And we claim "we don't know how" She becomes a sickening mess Her rites are read as she's laid to rest But her lovers are remaining strong, Dedicating their lives to her song She sings, "tempt me, tempt me, tempt me... Just wait and see" Down by the Kennebec Down by the river bed She will cut your neck She will take your head
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.