Phantoms

Revel in this night of power We emerge from beyond Brass bell, it chimes the hour We’ve waited for so long Under the veil of darkness The brethren heed the call In the dim halls of ancient fortress Congregation has begun They feast, they prance, hidden from the eyes of mortal ignorants Unbound from eternity’s wait they taste once again the flavor of life Indulged in the pleasures of long lost flesh like hounds that’ve been set free When midnight strikes they drop their guise of false morality Dancing in the shadows As the mist engulfs the halls The waltz of the dead resounds with dread within the castle’s walls Sudden came the news delighting the host of hungry souls The feast’s drawn unexpected guests the Phantoms now rejoice The clock drifts away from midnight The time is growing short Croaks fill the endless chambers The chase has now begun Corridors shine in moonlight As the stairways twist and turn Laughters are coming closer There’s no return With the rising sun and the rooster’s crow the ghosts run out of time The feast concludes and the hosts depart leaving none of the visitors alive When the stars align in the gloomy sky once more, they’ll be set free To roam the walls and taste the life stolen by eternity

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Blessed by the Pope He wore a red robe Obediently lead you to death I see all your sins You won't even scream I am the best of the beasts Come on, just one chop Like butcher with pork your head will roll like a ball You were a blasphemer The greatest of sinners You better start praying for grace He's the tormentor judge and jury Doling out suffering unleashing fury His merciless hand no mercy to show In the realm of the wicked justice will flow He's the tormentor judge and jury Doling out suffering unleashing fury His merciless hand no mercy to show In the realm of the wicked justice will flow No one escapes him his grip won't relent Through the depths of despair his justice is sent He knows no remorse his duty unyielding A haunting presence his power revealing He walks with pride his anger feared A master of torment his purpose is clear In the realm of darkness where shadows dwell A figure emerges the bringer of hell He's the tormentor judge and jury Doling out suffering unleashing fury His merciless hand no mercy to show In the realm of the wicked justice will flow He's the tormentor judge and jury Doling out suffering unleashing fury His merciless hand no mercy to show In the realm of the wicked justice will flow Blessed by the Pope He wore a red robe Obediently lead you to death I see all your sins You won't even scream I am the best of the beasts Come on, just one chop Like butcher with pork your head will roll like a ball You were a blasphemer The greatest of sinners You better start praying for grace

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

To moisty everglades, off the city lights, I wandered assured Woman and her crystal ball with a sight to predestiny my fate Fool were I to trust the mongers on the streets Life spin has dragged me down, I was driven to change it all Rumors of the ways to make a fortune Greed has doomed and sealed my spirit Gypsy's spell has been cast on me! Wooden carriage greeted me with heavy purple curtain to cover its secrets Contract in boiling blood, pretty woman’s eyes shined so bright Rumors of the ways to make a fortune Greed has doomed and sealed my spirit Gypsy's spell has been cast on me! Your trick has stopped my heartbeat but I say nothing Temporary slave to the bewitching tactics, soon to break free Visions and delusions, fractal spheres circle round and round Round and round Sapphire particles, spinning stars and lights to soulbound To soulbound Touch of her deceit! Final damage and my body plays forevermore in her service Cursed in eternity, fool were I to trust the mongers on the streets Rumors of the ways to make a fortune Greed has doomed and sealed my spirit Gypsy's spell has been cast on me

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Bane of Brook Hall - the man I came to be The tales of my depravity roam the nooks of history Once a squire oathsworn to the glamour of the Crown Until I switched allegiance to the one below the ground Hunter, beast of prey, I terrorise the lands of Dartmoor, its parish and its inhabitants Accompanied by bloodhounds, into the night I ride With claws like knives and fangs as sharp, there’s nowhere to hide And the tale lives on and on And the howls ring on and on As the chase goes on and on Under the beast’s guise The Bane of Brook Hall As time has passed and fruitless hunts began to prevail Unruly squire turned his gaze to yet another, bigger prey Soon the folk of Dartmoor spoke only of he-who-hunts Of missing maidens trampled under countless sets of paws Horror, dread, in our hearts is living free With squire’s slow descent into the bowels of insanity Time will tell if nightmare’s end is soon to be seen If death will claim this erring man guilty of the most obscene And the tale lives on and on And the howls ring on and on As the chase goes on and on Under the beast’s guise The Bane of Brook Hall Anticipated end at last came with the dawning day When the now old squire gave in bed his final, last breath away Time has come to let go of fear rooted in our hearts And put the damned remains deep into the graveyard grounds At burial’s night the lights were dim and crowd was very scarce But the ceremonial night has drawn the presence of another forceParade of dogs - companions to the late nobility With shrieking cries they bid farewell to their master of depravity And the tale lives on and on And the howls ring on and on And the legend lives on and on Under the beast’s guise The Bane of Brook Hall

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Devil's laughed in the face of saints as the death walked out of the shrine Black-clad men on the mission to eliminate There's no place to hide Sacrosanct, the mother in black Blessed the hunters' guns Lawless paradox – the cartel demands To have justice paid in your blood (Swift strike) Headhunt's began, the hounds caught your scent (At your back) Trapped in the alleyway, butchered and maimed (Attack) The edge of the blade cuts right through the flesh No hands, no legs, no tongue and no eyes Warrant has been signed in the name of mistress in black Paralyzed with fear, the throat runs dry About to be sliced with the edge of the knife Santa Muerte – the patron of death Goddess to the ones who will take your last breath Tomorrow never comes to those who are marked The trial without witnesses is about to start Santa Muerte – blasphemous maid For sins against the sinners, the price to be paid Bow, before her Majesty Her Grace in blackest cloak The henchmen come to claim your head Death's touch turns blood so cold Screams resonate in alleyways Answered with total silence Alas, the prey meets its end In the underworld of violence Paralyzed with fear, the throat runs dry About to be sliced with the edge of the knife Santa Muerte – the patron of death Goddess to the ones who will take your last breath Tomorrow never comes to those who are marked The trial without witnesses is about to startSanta Muerte – blasphemous maid For sins against the sinners, the price to be paid

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Moment before the eternal sleep, the activity drops Eyes, they turn so absent, staring to the void Rush of memories keeps together disintegrating self It's just the last walk my dear, denial is in vain Knock knock, my name is Death I'm coming for your soul Give up your empty body I'll show you last road Knock knock, the doorbell rings With the notes of your last song Take my hand and pay back The debt of life you owe Tunnel vision, still imprisoned In flesh that fades away The shade watches over me, as I fight to stay awake Time grows short, I count my deeds as if something could be done I grasp the hand outstretched to me, rotten to the bone Knock knock, thy name is Death You've come for my soul I'll give up my body Just show me the last road Knock knock, the doorbell rings With the notes of my last song I'll take your hand and pay back The debt of life I owe The curtain falls as you give up your ghost into my arms The curtain falls as you give up your ghost into my arms The curtain falls as I give up my ghost into your arms

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Grasped by the arms of darkness I succumb to the powers divine Torn from the rest (we arise from the mounds) Forlorn and damned (as we rip through the grounds) Enthralled by the spell we come back from the dead Brought back to life with grinning lament As thralls of the crescent Shining moonlight will now guide me Enslaved I take every command Deluded and tantalized now Frost and agony to be my fate Torn in between (neither dead nor alive) Eyes pale and grim (we stray from the sun) With the daylight giving out its hindmost breath We arise from the grounds with grinning lament As thralls of the crescent Drawn by the moon (lunar rays spoil the land) Into the night (beams close our sight) Eternal death please embrace me tight Forevermore cursed with grinning lament As thralls of the crescent

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026

Whispering wind brought forth the thundering beat of hooves, ripping the silent night Moment lasted so long, as we laid in wait to meet the unrecognised foe In the times of war, when the pawns on the chess table clash without rest, it us - the mob of the poor who pay in blood and death price not of our own With the sound of the horn they began their descent through the crops and the lands which our fathers have grown Putting the fields on fire and folk to the sword Without hesitance Razed from existence Gods of war demand Blood to soak the grounds Savage host struck down with unrivalled might tearing the ramparts down The flames grew higher as the remnants of night began to give its way to the rays of light - sharp as the knives that tore us apart amidst the cinders glistening so bright Facing our fall, end of us all, The forthcoming dawn brought no respite Skies filled with cries Yet no man shed a tear Countless lives were falling like flies Under the orders of the foreign king Blood drenched the streets Glowing timber sung with woe From brimstone and night They emerged to fight The enemy - The Horde Smouldering ruins of once blooming land stood wrecked, in ghastly silence torn by the swings of the blade brought down upon the ones who were yet to fall Those who were spared from the sword gripping hand found their fates to be served in chains - Shackled and thrown, into the crackling cartsheaded far away from home With a mighty roar, the force set off to the west, where the next village rests in the forests of old Unaware of the fate that awaits them to befall With the thundering beat of the rolling stampede rode the sinister wind with whispers untold of lands put to the fire and folk slain by the sword Skies filled with cries Yet no man shed a tear Countless lives were falling like flies Under the orders of the foreign king Blood drenched the streets Glowing timber sung with woe From brimstone and night They emerged to fight The enemy - The Horde Skies filled with cries Yet no man shed a tear Countless lives were falling like flies Under the orders of the foreign king Blood drenched the streets Glowing timber sung with woe From brimstone and night They emerged to fight The enemy - The Horde

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026