The Return Of The Southern Tyrants
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I hear the first tolls of the Bell Far away striking lenghty and grave It’s the omen of the blackness that is coming The gloomy strokes of the sentence Freeze the heart of the enemies That ever feared the prelude’s Night The reopening of the Black Age When happened the devastation Brought by us, sons of the Throne of Ice Winter Bestial Horde swarms into rows Arms raised in a diabolic act of war Sweeping over this Land The Cold Mist of Funeral Empire And the Lord of the Ages called us to War Brothers, creeping and carrying all to Death Following the Leader, the Master of no Light And the Hammer, the lawful weapon Of the legitimate sons! Cold steel forged in fire, blades sharpened by slaves The blood of the enemies will sprinkle on this Land... Warriors of the last Millennium Revival from old ruined crypts Black marks of eternal memory Bringing forth from ancient times: Hate and weapons of Battle Fortify us in our will to conquer Eternally eclipsed by the Dark clouds of Disgrace Opening the Twilight that faints the sun in Hate Intense evil turns into gray the South Hemisphere And the top of the Conquest of the Obscure can see Sweeping over this Land The Cold Mist of Funeral Empire
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
This burn under the sign of pointed view so far Massacred evil alive in themselves On subdivided forces of this incarnation All Satanic wimple kingdom Rejoiced with the arrival of the envoy Forth fight coming to the Earth Through the yowl timeless of the North In through this shadowy night Was warmed a diabolical potential That would become a funeral reality Because the sleep would await soon By the age and the sorcery of the ancient ones His deep eyes turn into Black The Heel kneeled, the time has come For the chosen one arise Like a thick pace his music sweeps from end to end, the other hand of the shot Attracting the goddess to his side Mortifying even more the dominion of dear smarts in fire Now the fame of the prince of death sounding like a blaming fierce aged on gray rotten sky The bringer of severity marked All the jokers, opportunist, and the false just fell in the name of Satan But in the fight a promise broken in a Conspiracy - the lady a snare to shed his blood The insane who raped his wife Didn’t think he was overthrowing the pillar that supported himself Now we see the morbid insane Turned up and crashed to your bones and to the blood of your veins Hold on that to us and run, your people, your sword, your circle Your misguided horrend I can feel your spirit Your eyes in black
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Old scrawly gravestone never shivered with a storm By the invoked force, ancient verses The sepulchral dead silence darkens the mountain higher top Ground burned by our pagan flames of redemption Buried down witchcraft secrets, times and times Black Souls Guardians of Sword and life lies on the Ice of the Fog The twelfth Night comes we form the blasphemic ceremonial union Awaiting the Signs of Death to open the Gates of our Lord The icy winter Wind On the top of the Mountain Caresses my gravestone Raised in Immortality In my hindmost sacrfice hour hear up the ghostly gallop The weak light of the Moon reflects On the sharp blade and dazzle My eyes in black that see the One with scythe in hands and hood Its howls of wind freezing Heckti Finally its defy! Says: “And now we will die united Do the Oath of the Ancestral Key Come into the center of the pentagram burning It’s our code - And you are one !” We read the Ancient Manuscripts, cursed words of Black Spell And we see His kingdom by the opening of the Gates Under His sceptre we are named as Glorious Black horsemen of Hell This is the evil seed from a triumphant race I enter into the endless forests alone glorified by the Key An invisible power guides my eyes and sword Roving through the Night by the shadow of the scrawly gravestone Raised in my cold mountain in the head of my grave The icy winter Wind From the top of the Mountain Caresses my gravestone Raised in Immortality
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
The mortal eyes of men will open with fright The blindness of impunity turns the vision of the truth The one that has horns on forehead Command the devestation The Master with your hosts Only Evil can prevail The glorious Black Horsemen ride fast over dark clouds The infernal lightning strikes The multitude that don't believe in their eyes The one that has the horns on forehead Command the devestation The Master with your hosts Only Evil can prevail The hurricane of fire cross the holy lands The false kings see their thrones burning The millenarian hereditability is broken by a new law Fidelity and mysticism is passed by father to son Those who try flee, fools they should to join Will be enclosed by final circle Will be suffocated by their own precepts Will suffer the inversion until happens the union of the triangles The swords cut off The heads of mediocre The sky is bloody In earth: Death, Fire and Terror Invincible in Battle the Servants of the Horned Master The world to be resigned Before the Supreme Renovation
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
I see the blaze crossing the horizon that inverts in fire burning Remembering me the agony of the guilty Slaves of desire and of the lie When the ray pass the sky tears the eternal blackness The thunder roar but their spirits are detained silent Shine as much for bless as slander The Ancient Flames of Darkness burn the heart of the spirits In the eyes see their inner secrets In this life wich days have no decay Visions revealed in a secret place And their faces recovered in intimate gloom All the living must cross the triangle To join their shadowy being disunited The deep sleep from initial crown Allows the cursed possibility When the ray pass the sky tears the eternal blackness The thunder roar but their spirits are detained silent Shine as much for bless as slander The ancient flames of darkness burn the heart of the spirits Alone in the Dark the seek for the lost silent shadow Feel the expulsion of the putrid recent inclination Inverted by withdrawal of the walls of illusion Without the veil, united upon the inner fountain of blood A penetrate and corrosive cold follows it burial Sounding the fatidic rumor of winds carressing the wood The twilight dies and the sinister coffin goes on the march That leads the centuries to the famishing grave that awaits
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
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