Odiosa Vis Astrorum
To eternal At the search Of weak fires Dancing, lonely Learn and revise I'm going to carve Arcane formulas Of strength And power Inexorable I scale the rocks Now painted blood Spotted before The secret Walking of mine An cut symbols That false ways At the Next's eyes Will scan the right time That will divide From the successor That will go through The Land of Total chaotic Emptiness
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
White is their uniform As the icy soil where they walk Towards the highest mountains To domain the sky Cold is the front line White is their uniform As the clouds in which they walk Marching towards the tops Pure is their valour The "white war" has started The austrian tentacle Never shall embrace these lands In which our tricolour flies pride Entrapped by the eternal frost And the fire of the enemy soldiers They fight with honour and heroism Never have abandoned the trench Never they have lost the italic pride "Solemn hour of national claim has ringed, Soldiers! Your is the glory to plant the italian tricolour over the holy lands that Nature paid as borders of our Motherland; your is the glory to carry out the work begun with much heroism by our Fathers! With secure faith in victory that your bravery, your abnegation, your discipline will obtain" (V.Emanuele 26/05/1915) White is their uniform As the icy soil where they walk To domain the sky We will remember them We shall honour their memory Pure is their valour
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
An immanent power Come from the Star An obscure light Gives strength Essence is now stronger Spirit is now pure Warspirit Warspirit A powerful energy Rises from the 4th planet hateful influence With wrath blinded us Only weak Ones Doesn't know hate Primordial supremacy Domain on your fellows Only weak races Doesn't move War Wisdom belong to the Universe Cosmic light of oppression Turn the eyes up towards Infinity Ignoring the abyss of mediocrity Trample on the ground wet by human blood Absorbing the Universal hateful influence Mortal blood Pure spiritual hate
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The fog covers The icy uproars of bodies Ready for driving out The dawning The remembrance of essense Stop to pulse Like a dishuman being That tears, hits and destroys Sudden wishes Flying demons That annul The hidden senses' master He's awake He's imprisoned The awareness Anger, confusion That's glut from emptiness The hearts are fused in fog Chaos starting our mortal march No drawing Weakened memories Forever sent away From sentenced souls Dishuman eyes Residence of hate That litanies Never ending Avoid of swarming vermins Weapons that pierce flesh Ignorant food of Motherearth Bleeding rain Earth, soaked Nasty Nature..evil fog The bodies deprived Continue to stir Prisoners of endless pains That rapid spread Eyes in the fog Sneer in the cold
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026