Resignaatio
He was free of earthly burdens and rode the roads of dusty decay with horses and wagons not his own In every town he found friends so jolly In the east he robbed an oldster In the west he burned the fields of a sick man In the woods besides the town of south lies the corpse of a young boy The beggar in the north he did not meet A strong smell of love he left after him Daughters, whores and virtuous wives all equally privileged to taste his lust All left lying around naked and drunk As decades of sloth passed by villains like him started spawning out from the septic vulva of mankind Wicked brothers for the ugly children A horseless man is a woeless man but at the end of the day nothing but a static man Like those willing daughters there were horses everywhere Horses to head north with Horses for free Sentient vehicles have their owners Some of them old and clever Who know when to look after their goods Attempt of arrogance in broad daylight never to be realized As farmer’s wand spoke to the thief How clear and commanding was its voice Look at the poor bastard crawling in pain Through the veil of blood he's able to perceive purity in the dirt In the blue of the bruises a glimpse of heaven In the sound of cracking jaws the bells of the easter mass Writhing in the gutter crying with a voice that of a lion Glamorous joy to crawl in the dirt Silent ecstasy of humiliating pain Elation in submission like never before The glory of defamation from the stake of an old man Earth like butter and circulating winds A ferrous scent all over Ecstacy and gratitude Blood freshly spilled in the sunlight is perhaps the most beautiful colour that is to be found in nature
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Now the days are clear Towns painted red For long enough Was there meaning in caffeine? Was there reason within mescaline? Got to climb somewhere high A storm is coming It's time for girls to dance Time for men to lay down Years heavy as lead to be carried up high And the golden days ahead For the storm is coming When the rain hits the ground a calf will be slaughtered When the first lightning cracks the sky a gush of blood will hearten the infant The firmament speaks and the fires are lit inside the heads of the few Tragedy called matter Mere meat for the hiding moon Down there to behold another sun to rise
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Hear, children of men Crawlers of the ponderous planet Let the waves sing and the winds wail Don't listen there are martyrs to be made St Paul will look after your clothes Go on ahead there are stones at reach Forget all your afflictions go on and build a pyre Lo, all you children of men! Hoist the flag of plagues The son of Jehovah was redeemed by the just men The curious daughter of Indra came to explore the stench of cabbage And the jovial son from Saturn sprang tarnished to the dusty twilight Fortunate to be forgotten Lo and behold, children of men! Hoist the flag of perilous plagues Set guards to Fingal's grotto You've deserved your rest but don't let the poet sleep Nurture the torture be perseverant All your suffering shall surely vanish while modesty evaporates Lo, you wailers and complaints! Puff out your chest! The flag of plagues stands tall Can the muffled prayers of the acquiescent still impale the stones and fires? Are your borrowed thoughts stuck in clay and your feet heavy with mire?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
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Paloimme raivosta aikanaan ja opimme iskuja antamaan Muureja raastoimme kynsin hampain jalat paljaina verissä päin Henget ovat pitkään olleet jo vaiti Kuohittu liha vain kaduilla mataa ja huviaan julistaa hehkuvin rinnoin Raatojen seassa on käyntimme vakaa kun kuoleman nuotiton juhlava sävel sokealle kuurolle maailmalle soi Raskasta rumpua retuutamme rantoja kohti muurien taa missä kaksi ja kaksi pakenee neljää ja mikään ei vaikuta mihinkään Hylätty on hauraat maiset haasteet Väistetty teuraiden maireat katseet Harhainen raivo sielustamme vietiin ja lempemme jäänyt kuin oopiumin tuhka laupeiden huorien jalkojen juureen Nuo kerubit itsekin eiliseen unohtuneet siellä löysiä lihojaan liukkaita luitaan aurinko armas hyväilee Pimeydessä muuri periksi antoi edessä aukesivat aavat rannat Kuolemattomuuden rumpu sai vajota viimein alati oleviin virtaaviin vesiin Emme me kaatuneet aikanaan Opimme kyyryssä kulkemaan Ei näillä rannoilla vanhaa ystävää näy hän kolikot silmillä toisaalla käy ENGLISH TRANSLATION: We burned with rage at our prime Chose to engage, proceed and confront Attacked the walls with all our might With naked limbs, the taste of blood on our tongues The spirits went silent ages ago Alleyways flood with neutered meat howling of the pleasures burning within Amidst the corpses we firmly pass when the triumphant tone of the conquering death rattles to a world turned blind and deaf Onwards we drag the heavy drum towards the shores, behind the walls where two and two never turn to four and nothing is naught nor relates to none Abandoned the fragile earthly challenges Avoided market hogs’ flattering glances The fevered rage was torn from our souls Our love cold like the opium ash dropped at the feet of the merciful whores Those cherubs themselves lost in yesteryears where out came the sun and dried up all the slippery shafts and the leaking flesh In the darkness the walls finally gave in Before us opened the furthest shores The drum of immortality was loosened at last to dive in the current of water that Is. We did not cave in at our prime With our backs bent deep we returned to the toil No sight, on these shores, of a dear old friend With coins over his eyes he moves on foreign soil
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Come on sing your gloomy tunes Chant for me you morbid bird Let the dragonflies and the bush cricket guide me Safely pass the villages and fields Gently to where the sea sings out the shore Draught of the days moist of the nights sense of eternity in bicycle rides Lands clad in flowers and shimmering green Times lovely they fade away Memory will lose its meaning Everything will disappear So be thorough and lay a meaning on a single cone For the time stands still and Arcadias are born once the ritual is true Cherish these moments For there's nothing ahead Everything has been invented and the kindred are here Drop your baggage And pass the bottle Light up a fire And prepare for a wrestle Oswald spoke and the stars they rose Bring it on them fireworks Bring it on them sing-alongs Cause the frenzy will pass Cherish these moments for there's nothing ahead But selective generosity and false fidelity The fire's a-raging and I am become beast Horrors twisting in various forms plastic masks, twisted ankles and party games In the end of the day your lady will ask why did you even try? Bring it on them long lasting thunders Let the mosquitos feast on our flesh Settle in, O August Cover me with the sweetest of sleep Cherish these moments For the Grand death's always ahead :,: So bring on the eternal thunders and you can hear my heart beat :,: For I am the path of the righteous The spear of the mightier one Oh resplendent birth of the morn Her living sparkles and the distant talk Sun shall shed a new light Burn away the shatters of self In this room the gods of death The holy light in the sky and Earth and in sea Remember to spank the carpets before you leave Cherish these moments For the way home is ahead And forgive me that I've already left
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026