Night Without End

My heart is made of shiny black leather with horns of heavy pure fucking gold Are my teeth and my breath of whisky and fire and my heart is dirty clothes are old And it's made of black fucking leather made of black leather In my eyes burns an infernal fire and when I speak I spread the plague My hair is the ropes of a thousand gallows and the devil knows my name Too far away and no way back to the house I once lived in the fuel of my nightmares and my hatred it made me eat the pale skin of a virgin I caress her softly with my fingers that are moving like venomous snakes O, I slept with her on a bed of corpses Girl, you bear my son he will rule

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Breath from the abyss of the wicked swamps Cold and shallow shadows A whiff of foul wind remains carried by sallow gloom From behind the cold wall where my old skin lies The fading light reveals the all devouring mothers... eyes in the darkness A shredded piece of dead flesh Your old skin pears and my eyes feel the weeping wounds Crouching in a puddle of oozing pitch Walking with depravity smacking you penetrate my ears All devouring mother, Create my dreams Carry me to sacred gardens Of flowers, Flesh and blood Behold the black winds. the moon, the sun, the earth Behold the black winds blazing fields of fever dreams All devouring mother Enlighten my death Arrange the stones which bleed dark blood Light up the candles which burn with blue flames Carry me to sacred gardens Of flowers, Flesh and blood

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Master of black mountain winds Body of dark potence Obscure the eyes of innocence O, the unbelievers They are burning for a belief In this great fire Under the symbol of the sun For a higher meaning And a greater desitnation I demand the invocation Of the unholy They deny the fire Do they deny the fire? They deny death Burning human flesh Black winds bring forth thee To the last of the sabbaths Black winds arise And possess me Onwards, black winds Bring forth me To the great magician The sorcerer, He turn the idea Into truth And opens the gateways To the last of the sabbaths Where the idea Turns into truth For a higher meaning And a greater desitnation I demand the invocation Of the unholy They deny the fire Do they deny the fire? They deny death Burning human flesh Black winds bring forth thee To the last of the sabbaths

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Dancing with the witches I am A dog under wild horses I am Up to the sky I poke my tongue In a desert of stars I bury the sun I embrace obscure On the ground of the well plunged by my hands A sculpture made of cursed visions The sculpture of your end A hideous door is my mouth Black winds say my name sickening wells Shining in the most putrid colors are my eyes From my nose a dwarf could jump to death So from prying eyes I hide it And if a salamander would dwell inside my ears It couldn't be less astonished The sculpture of your god I am made of cursed visions I am made of delirious dreams I am made of gaping darkness I have come through loathing gates Dancing with the witches I am A dog under wild horses I am Up to the sky I poke my tongue In a desert of stars I bury the sun I embrace obscure On the ground of the well plunged by my hands A sculpture made of cursed visions The sculpture of your god

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

He wanders through the land The land I live in He lightens the path We once walked the path To Lucifer's gate The cleaner of the weak His master was the mad almighty Beautiful colors of devastation Beautiful colors of destruction Beautiful flame, encite my mind When the flames slowly arise The spectacle begins to dance when you feel the heat Raping your veins No chance to escape The beautiful flame of eternal bitterness O you feel the flame Burns slowly in red and blue The cleaner of the weak His master was the mad almighty Beautiful colors of devastation Beautiful flame that is never blind And the heart suffers No chance to escape The beautiful flame of eternal bitterness

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Twist the fucking cross Smash the epitapth Free the rotten corpse And sacrifice the body to the black winds My merciless hammer Primitive beast Primitive satisfaction Primitive evil Mind Possessed of destruction Behold the black winds My merciless hammer Grind the cross Grind the cross Grind the cross ... Wandering soul Black mass altar Reckless ghost Nocturnal lurker in the black winds My merciless hammer Crush!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Teeth like broken glass Emblaze a mouth which speaks of death Framed by gleaming lips In morbid extasy Distorted Morning star, arise above the altar! Unholy invocation Voice without mouth See the light fall Into the night Behold the tyrants of the living Behold the bonds broken in guilt Relieve the shadows of tomorrow By painting shadows of the past Distorted morning star, arise above the altar! Unholy invocation Voice without mouth Arise, black winds! Darkness bloom I am the floating souls Wanderer of ominous realms I am the desperate spirit Mine are the pale hands of death And mine is the ritual knife Cutting through the night Into the heart of God God... Teeth like broken glass Emblaze a mouth which speaks of death Framed by gleaming lips In morbid extasy My face floats with the waves Reflection through the haze Unholy invocation Voice without mouth See the light fall Into the night

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

when the soul is swallowed by the deep When darkest nights embrace the freezing moon When golden horns grow out the master's head When keys open doors without being turned No Words cold as eyes Staring at you from the darkness when crosseyed women walk from home to home When evil arises from forgotten graves When trees crush under ravens weight when holy ground is left as desecrated soil It's getting cold now The vampire is near From the land beyond ...the forest comes he Necuratu The most unholy creature He who does not breathe He who does not live His curse will last on man Nosferatu Spiritus immundus Nosphoros Nefartatu Cry for the evil one

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Unholy silence evoke black souls from below clouds of incense invoke the spirit Unholy silence evoke black souls from below Enlighten the candelabra Black winds arise in darkest nights Like graves they call my name Above pale fields of fever dreams The sun will never shine Arise, winds of black, bring the old feeling back Above pale fields of fever Arise, winds of black, bring the old feeling back Forever darkest nights Open wide the gates of sleep Tonight I walk inside A thousand scars Behind this wound My frozen grave awaits Forever night The stars above are stones under my feet The prophecy you hear tonight is forged by iron dreams A crescent moon Adorns my nails Dried blood of Yesterdays The shores I sail Will never be Conquered by your smile Clouds of incense invoke the spirit Above pale fields of fever Silence embraces the moon Enlighten the candelabra Carry me to sacred gardens Of flowers, flesh and blood Thrust the plough of darkness Into pale fields of forever

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025