Satanā
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Fake it in society Cover your scars Hide the monster But remember Someday It will Consume you It will erase you It will be you The real you
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Disciples of the bright light Come forth, domini! Torch the eternal night In thy name, Luciferi The cycle of life is complete All the stars have aligned The true knowledge to seek May all flesh become thine Ad vitam degeneration Maleus infernalum absolution In the name of the great sun Spirit of the flesh and the unknown Aknolwedge the reason of man's turmoil In thy flesh lies the great messenger of oblivion Thy art shall be the key to his kingdom The martyr's death color the holy soil
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Le spectre de la nuit pourfend les rêves Un être si lointain et une histoire brève Les arbres se dressent contre les vents À l'abri du temps, loin des tourments La sève saigne sur cette carcasse maudite L'ecorse se fend, la messe est dite Le voile de l'horreur couvre nos désirs Le cœur de l'homme se plaît à périr Le jour a eu raison des ténèbres du passé Les fleurs pourries ont rejoint la terre sacrée Les cauchemars n'en finissent plus de prolonger les dires Le vent est infini, les pensées se mettent à fuir
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Today I put my father to rest I buried him in the heart of the black forest The crows were flying all around Maybe they knew what secret was in the ground It was a year of misfortune Everyone died but I was immune The gods gave me the gift of survival To walk the earth, alone as my final turmoil I'm not sleeping yet I'm not awake The dreams faded, there's nothing left to take Blood was once a prized possession Now it just means my lack of salvation
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Hear my sword ...in the making Of my spell Literally Damkuna, iftraga Sheb nigurepur, dafast The world's tragedy, is served at my feast
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Où vais-je? D'une contrée à l'autre Rien ne semble familier J'aimerais tant faire de mon nom le votre Mais l'étau semble se resserrer La puanteur se colle aux rues Les pas ne se manifestent plus Les rats et les pigeons sont maîtres La civilisation se doit de disparaître Ce monde n'a jamais été le mien À quoi bon se languir sur le lendemain La mélancolie traîne sa carcasse de prostituée De ma fausse voix je ne cesse de la convoiter
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026