Strategema
Traumatized for life Nationalistic drums Beating to deaf ears Whipping up the rage Dreamers dead and buried Concrete and steel tombs Vengeance and sorrow Rage leads the blind No liberties left No freedoms remain Welcome to the 21st century terror-state Accept anything Question no longer Everybody sees No one knows Could it ever be… Would you ever know… If big brother Watches over you In a state of war Rules are no more In a state of war You’ll never know In a state of war Could it be so In a state of war you are no more Welcome to the 21st century terror-state
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
This circle, of life This gerbil’s, wheel of death Fornication, in absurdum Every, seed spilled Shoots us, to death In this, bizarre Race, of rights Everyone, can replicate Without, control Revoke! Breed in, breed out Stop saving lives Let people die Breed in, breed out Kill of the weak You are no more As a black plague humanity spreads its dark wings The ash black skies ever darkening Defectively we multiply as rejected cells we scatter through the veins of the world We interfere In that, which should Be left, alone When will, we learn We kill, ourselves We populate This earth, beyond Reason and control Breed in, breed out Stop saving lives Let people die Breed in, breed out Kill of the weak You are no more
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In this masquerade we all dwell Hiding our fears in the masks that quell The herd is the reward of cowards Minds cleansed in dogmatic showers Individual thought killed by the masses Intelligence suffocated, free spirit smashed Depopulation will only suffice in the end There’s no way around this bend All grip of reality lost in the maze Seeing nothing but the latest craze Obediently devouring all that is force-fed Feeding of the blood that was silently bled The essence of individuality stripped As their souls to pieces are ripped Crushed in the gravity well of collectivism Living the dream in superficialism Mass indoctrination, the raping of minds We no longer see, our eyes covered by blinds As screws in a vice they tighten the pressure Now only death can bring our final closure Withered yet raging there is only but one way As hatred overcomes fear, left is a single play An epitaph of the spirit is all that is left Carved through the soul with hatred abreast With hate and intelligence we will purge Those who have from us taken our urge With hate and intelligence we will purge Those who have from us taken our urge
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026