For Evil I Spill My Blood

I celebrate the initiation of truth The end of the myth The fall of the lie and hypocrisy I celebrate the truth in its strongest And most revengeful form Evil burning and blasting inside me Spilling sparks of anger and despair Taking forms, dancing figures That surround the darkest, most feared face of the night There arises the rebellion Evil in its purest and most subtle essence The worshippers of the goat face show their faces Make with their words and acts the world seem small and fragile So fragile that only the truth is enough to scare them away The end of the myth The fall of god The rage of truth The fear of truth, the impotent and weak Image of god The whisper of christianity Praying and asking in silence Evil blasts and burns inside me Just look inside my eyes And you will know What I say and whom I serve Evil shall burn inside me forever

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

War machine ready to attack Distant drums echoing Evoking ancient folk songs That remount us to a past of glories The blood will again be purified We won't have the scourge walking among us anymore The time has come for the wolf to shed the lamb skin May the law of the strong be our hymn of war War machine ready to attack Distant drums echoing Evoking ancient folk songs That remount us to a past of glories Forward brothers descendants of the white wolves Let's make the earth the dwelling of our gods again War summons you You're the mother of the noblest conquests Raise your head and fight Fight for a noble and immortal ideal The blood will again be purified We won't have the scourge walking among us anymore The time has come for the wolf to shed the lamb skin 2x May the law of the strong be our hymn of war Forward brothers descendants of the white wolves Let's make the earth the dwelling of our gods again War summons you You're the mother of the noblest conquests Hate, vengeance and glory 2x Hate, vengeance and glory War machine ready to attack Hate, vengeance and glory Distant drums echoing Hate, vengeance and glory Evoking ancient folk songs

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Welcome to the domains of Whitechapel Where death hovers in the air To satisfy his highest wishes As in the last century Bring back that asleep instinct With that weird satisfaction to kill Promising pleasure and lust for his victims Deceiving them to consummate his sodomy In his luxurious chariot With wine, cheese and grapes Seducing the whores That would innocently embark to death With all his surgical precision Tearing away, piece by piece, the organs Still listening to the screams of his victims Until he consummates all his fantasies Bring back that asleep instinct With that weird satisfaction to kill Promising pleasure and lust for his victims Deceiving them to consummate his sodomy Come back messenger of death, no one knows who you are But everyone knows what you did Come forth from Whitechapel domains And reincarnate in this world Welcome to the domains of Whitechapel Where death hovers in the air To satisfy his highest wishes As in the last century Bring back that asleep instinct With that weird satisfaction to kill Promising pleasure and lust for his victims Deceiving them to consummate his sodomy

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

My eyes saw the glory My heart burns in flames My muscles explode To war I proudly march At the sound of the drums there is the beginning In the name of the ancient gods of war The battle will start without truce Reincarnating my ancestrals Sowing discord over this bastard folk Imposing my pride and morals While I march over the defeated Feeling the relief for a job well done Die you damned sons of jehovah Your lies will save you no more It's time to raise the banner of hate Your time is gone Follow me noble warriors With strenght, honor and pride I am the one who will guide you to victory Fearless, painless, without compassion This union will bring us glory We'll clean the world of that scourge That suffocates us with their sad stories Die damned sons of jehovah

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Tradition renewed Through the flame of the fiery light We invoke once more The most ancient of gods To be present at our communion Godess of sorcery and the full moon Mistress of midnight and dark nights We make your cult In the name of the ancient god Lord of the woods and forest Oh Cernunos hear our call Liberate us from the prison of the world Open the sight of the inner eye Godess of sorcery and the full moon Mistress of midnight and dark nights We make your cult In the name of the ancient god Ancestral power of our blood We are thy folk Through the land and through the air Through the fire and through the water We invoke thee oh loved lord Through the flame of the fiery light We invoke once more The most ancient of gods To be present at our communion Through the land and through the air Through the fire and through the water

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.

The night of the unholy celebration! Cursed worms that contaminate us as leprous With their sordid lies Transforming reason in a source Of submission and slavery Slaves of their own desires They live to perish and suffer For their own creations Futilely feeding the impotence of jehovah Creating for themselves such a weak And impotent god just as the rest of his creation Bastard christians can't you see, That power means to slap the other cheek even harder? Cursed worms that contaminate us as leprous With their sordid lies Transforming reason in a source Of submission and slavery Slaves of their own desires They live to perish and suffer For their own creations Seeing all that ignorance I cannot find any reason or foundation For their foolish and futile religion Your five thousand years of flight and persecution Are worth nothing Keep being the people chosen by god There is no trace of goodness in my face I am fed by the flames of Hell I spit at the face of god And all his creation Bastard christians can't you see, That power means to slap the other cheek even harder? There is no trace of goodness in my face I am fed by the flames of Hell I spit at the face of god

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Like a raven I want to be The messenger of darkness and death Bring disgrace to your damned world And sow war in your spirits Wings of raven Flying majestic and slowly Bringing with me war and destruction Destroying your miserable dreams Your desperation is just The beginning of disgrace The start of the true black age Pest and decomposition, death and despair Are some sign of its passage A new and noble visit that we only get Each hundred years Flying majestic and slowly Bringing with me war and destruction Destroying your miserable dreams Your desperation is just The beginning of disgrace The start of the true black age Prepare yourselves messengers Of the false prophet Not even the alliance with god Will keep you immune The raven's wings are flapping again As disgrace and pest Again are very close to arrive To arrive...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025