Acción mutante
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Chaos of millenium Morbid bodies Symbols of suffering Memories of future Rotten roots Empty garden Urbanisation of poverty Proximity of the end When we are afraid We sacrifice the innocent and Weak ones New slaves Glassy pyramids of babylon Perfect society Daily ration of hunger Black rays Deafen places of silence We're standing on the bottom Of never-ending stairs of fate The crowds covered in fog on panorama IN the light of hot sand They want to welcome the comeback Of the man who left them forever The emptiness is bigger It's slowly crushing me I'll be spread on thousand pieces Of uncomposed mosaic of desires Circus of humanity Is coming to you The enter is free What you give from yourself Thanks for coming Exhibition of stupidity Now we are leaving We will be back again This show never ends Because new clowns Are still on scene
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Only I have to be Your domination, because I'm the real god I'm the only way I'm the light of your being I'm the shepherd of the saint troop I have some forgiveness for sale You can come to me When you want to Satisfy your perverse wish God - Faith - Prostitution I'm the altar where you must Laydown all your treasures I'll give you back a hope For eternal purity Open your chest Face your palms Fall down To the sadness Throw down your mind Pick the faith Start to pray toward My saint domination I'm the real god I'm the only way I'm the light of your being I'm the shepherd of the saint troop The faith you believe in Is the pure prostitute You come to look for it When you need to caress your sins God - Faith - Prostitution
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Existences disappearing every day All around us But no one guess How many new oddities Breeds temple where Hardly anybody has entered Also when we are standing On this bestiality Resurrection, day of birth Unknown forms and smells Of genetic monsters of madness Where they are kings Of their dark territory You don't want to admit the reality Of the world we created You will believe Only when you'll stand Resurrection, day of birth Just behind your body, but It'll be too late You'll feel the hot breath on your neck And it's the end Resurrection prepares attack With brutal power Extreme aggression will bring The visible fear The intruders will go back To the temple The fear of perception that Predators will come stays here The gallery of resurrection is here near us!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Mangled children's bodies Smashed all over the room Garnishing it with biograffities of guts Window has diced the flesh It looks like inside of a meat-grinder At the maximum operating speed Parents sliced to noodles Their infant cut in half Messed up next to the street The rest remains locked Minced up in a pile of sheet Stuck into the passengers As a blade of machete in the coconut Filling is streaming out Woman melted to mash Reeks all over the block Enjoys the sicko for weeks Sprinkled with little pink maggots With genitals and nipples carved alive She became a wonderful delicacy Places that slept till now By a routine of lazy days of summer '89 House, street, road I went through with confidence Stayed the same, but strange As the tales deformed the lines Of simple visions of normal summer With the gap of ramble of bloody summer
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Welcome in the blue mystery Of human terror into the sunny territory Where children kill the seeds of their own Sons rape their mothers One is choked by his gluttony In the diamond tomb of wealth The rest practice family cannibalism Fermented in humilisation of the strong Territory of terror, a gift from the sun Let's rip down the masks of machinery Which puts the dry crust of bread Into the mouths of enslaved nations Welcome by us, the humanoids In territory, the gift from the sun To save? For who? Destroy? For everyone! I hate your world I puke on the illusion of perfection I stand in full grave Of executed truth, decent idea The Earth is exhumed corpse You can cum on it, but you'll never fertilize I cannot scream to the next dimension And open the new gate of chances Sunny territory, human terror This is the end, thank you Only end can unite us Let's quit this journey of imperfection In a moment of the real decoding
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Genocide comes from the south Their churches, their parliaments are Sewers full of vomited promises They grow brown, stinking parasites Noble politics, moral saints Put into false beauty of robe Made from betrayal, better tomorrows And they want to sell us We open the gates of dreamed paradise to you There you'll be happy and free You're cagey parasites You suck our society by self interest You want to take Give nothing, but enough with it! We're not with bended heads We'll stop your incest demention and Reproduction of parasites with saint greediness The gates are open, come in! Get off, you dirts Fuck off parasites You won't revive Crosses by our blood The position's changed, the victim Became a hunter of future!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Unfinished stories of rotten experience Strange system with solid structure Total manipulation born from granted Corridors of thinking and limited joy If you want, accept the game For freedom between the lines Of truth and synthetic sainthood You'll become a part of them You'll become a number in statistic Satisfy the limit to enter the eden Or join the mad chase For hateful acción mutante? We want to heal degenerated organism Save the untouched places in parts Which weren't decomposed by tumour Misguided flow of existence Paranoid unity is alloyed Into the central nervous knot Concentrating by greedy schizophrenia In the acción mutante Noise of goodness hides The large epidemic Of relevant source of power Which shows optimal agility Sufficiency of carcinotrons Keep the production Of population, sick brains And another allies Impotent society tends through the cabling Into every corner of sickness Only we've remain in acción mutante
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
You won't understand declined logic Possessed on lying questions Put into the noose of thoughts Escape from maze of simplicity The save virtuality broke Splinters filled the fault Of untouchable space in us We sink in mud of shock Bloody TV, massacre from computer We feel the power of beast, now It's real it took a part of us And the eternal memory on Slayer stayed here The memory on slayer You still seek the shape of shade Which turned the days into fata morgana Of answers written in Monumental memory on slayer Looking for faces in the crowd Trap of thousands figures The daymare will find you You want to know him The following days won't Smell and taste the same Time will blunt the thoughts, but In mind his picture flashes To bend down on grave To excite the salted wounds Sentences still obscure On the light board of departures I see you on the other band He left the unsurvived summers You would give up all Just to see him again
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
White theatre with black windows To heartless happiness of God's farce The eighth play has six ends Star puppets in glamour of naivity Save hidden under the curtain of world Victim can't see more How will the stage allow, scenario of centuries For condemned auditorium, have just to watch Your atom liquidated first defenceless There was disappeared tribes You are, you are the official murders You are, you are the official liers You hide secrets that belong to everyone You own the right for happyends You are official murders You are official rulers Your triade never win Your world terror will be never realized We are here we known about you The spread of fear won't fear us We known who you are and what you want Six angels we'll destroy
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026