Curling Serpents Under Stone
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Old rings of Hades Them laying under Stones and hollow caves Opposed to the starlight These steps on end Lead to eternity The Lord is there The curse is open A World Ablaze When the hate boils over Under the raging winds of devotion Once men Molten creatures undead Tempered in Sulphur And the Devil’s own blood Shrouded in His cloth Beheld in unrest and torment Deprived of love Deprived of peace All is Hell, Hell is All Riding Satan’s back Between His curling wings Like scales detaching and falling Only to be taken back again Masticated in His teeth Once men Now creatures undead Tempered in Sulphur And the Devil’s own crust Dancing in the smoke Flesh torn and bones to dust Deprived of love Deprived of peace
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Blades so sharp In the mountains high Ghouls of Satan Gathered to fight Armours shine Shields in arms The last call to stand for Him The trumpets soar It is time to die Angels descend Drawn by beacons’ fire The archers aim Through acid rain Their flesh shall pierce Their hearts shall claim Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! A thousand heads for a thousand moons A thousand souls for a thousand sons A thousand throats for a thousand songs A thousand lives for death eternal We are here to breach the heavens To invade the pearly gates The sun has set and the time is now This day was meant to turn into the blackest night The drums rebound In the lower chambers Below the ground We took the angels The boiling cauldrons In iron stands The trident demons May sting again! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! We are here Surrounding the walls of the god forsaken And none shall evade For one and all must lean to Satan
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
What is my solemn purpose Within all these sheep A wolf and his hunger Why did they fear When the sun had set in the distant horizon Place upon my head The centennial morbid crown Coronated by the flames Vindication through the unholy Winds of death Where clouds may dance My life ends here And my eyes and heart will turn to Him Feeble rats Spread all over the Earth The fires have awakened Beautiful and shining and mad Illuminating a whirlwind of souls Blazing upwards to engulf the skies Feeble rats Cover the whole of the Earth Sickness Death Am I the one to carry Their corpses to their graves A thousand years yearning Rising from the lower caves A lone wolf wearing sheep’s clothing Undertaker of men
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
There once was a mountain so tall It was revered like a statue of a god The storms and lightning kept bewildering its heights For many years it stood, through day or by night Yet there was a mortal fissure unseen beneath its skin No one could believe it before it cracked down on all of them Evil lives Within the hearts of the whole Crawling beneath Where once a mountain grew tall Entrenched in slumber Like serpents under stone Curled in expectation Whispering tongues of Satan’s word Buried in silence Betrayed by the body and soul These rodent-like creatures had built A much shallower world Evil still lives In the hollowest woods Hiding, grinding Waiting to set fire to all While waving for the stones to fall The mountain was too steep Gloated, their hearts would weep It tumbled and rumbled them deep Hell, as humanity shall see
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
My blood is old My veins have dried I lay here just waiting to die All these scars Have wandered the earth I have witnessed them burn And now it is my turn Fia-te na morte E ela virá E com toda esta sorte Só o Inferno te esperará Assume o teu destino E assina De coração partido Tua malograda sina There is no more life Under this creeping skin My bones are breaking apart My tears are acid and my eyes melt in sin Take me below And show me beyond My dreams and these visions Of this day which is to come I am here Ready to cross Ready to hear This song on my last day on earth
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Ventos do norte lá vêm Lâminas de corte Sopros da morte trazem As sombras do além Cantam os corvos Batendo as asas em desdém Depois da Batalha que quebrou a terra e o céu Campos pejados de corpos Palcos de confrontos Nuvens de sangue pairam Sobre os homens em decomposição Tempos velhos de má sorte Um passado em repetição As voltas de um assombro Jus à memória da sua maldição São as histórias do Diabo Monumentos que jamais se esquecerão Cantam os corvos Batendo as asas daqui ao além Depois da Batalha Que quebrou a terra e o céu
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026