Dwell in the House of the Lord Forever
The dungeon’s walls are hollow and cold The dripping darkness chills her soul Chained up by her wrists, waiting for the fall Of Our Mother’s heel in the hall The whip it cracks The Punishment begins The maid screams out As the Knots dig in…to her flesh Prioress of Christ In Thy Judgment Stand: All These Young Sluts Must Be Taken in Hand The poor girl’s strength: it wanes As Her body fails beneath the blows This shall be the torment eternal For all the men she’s carnally known A single candle flickers in the musk The smell of blood is sweet and strong The abbess turns upon her heel Her work of God is here now done Listen closely in the misty nights Near the abbey’s door You can hear the wails of torture ‘Neath the oaken floor O, but say nothing to the Priest For of this sin he knows Every Sabbath he’s whipped and stripped Of all his holy cleric’s clothes BY HER LAW…
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(originally written by Bleak House) I walk the streets at night alone for a reason The guilt inside my head was there for a reason Don't take the don't take the sun away The darkness strikes me down - tears that burn Their crying haunts me The day I laughed you said this is murder I've got to I've got to run - hide my eyes Blood on my hands won't wash the lies A deadly silence on the ocean today Ten thousand voices have been taken away Don't turn away from the ocean and say It's heart isn't beating The Rainbow is hope the Warrior might cope If the world stopped sleeping Ravaged by greed for the ignorant's need Fate's hand's been a-weeping Who holds the gun are you ready to run The trigger is held by you Surrender and say that I'm not to blame For you are the guilty too
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The ravens of disorder take to the sky The Sons of Man prepare to die On their cross The sound of boilings, and of letting blood Eschaton in fire and in flood O, what do you see, In your book of dreams? A Vow of Love and Devotion Receive vision’s potion of hell Linens at the tomb They are haunting you In thy book of dreams… ------------------------------------------------------------------- Dedicated to the Memory of Emanuel Swedenborg, The Angel Sitting At The Tomb.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Melody from a Traditional Breton folk song glorifying a legendary Breton Knight “Fur”, who died in the Holy Land, probably in the Seventh Crusade. He asks his comrades to bury him, if victorious and passed Into the lord’s bosom from ripe old age, at home under his favorite Fir tree in the Breton town of Brissac. But if he should fall in the Holy Land, He begs his comrades: bury him there in the blessed ground. The penultimate verse of the chant describes the outcome: Med ar bloaz-man eñ zo kouezhet, (But this year the tree is felled) O lin de lin da lan de lin da la la Med ar bloaz-man eñ zo kouezhet, (But this year the tree is felled) Soudard Ar Fur a zo marvet (And the soldier Fur is No more) And the final stanza is a patriotic one, Probably inserted not long after the Seventh Crusade, during the turbulent years of The War of Breton Succession: Komans e rae 'n douar da gleuzañ (And we began to dig) O lin de lin da lan de lin da la la Komans e rae 'n douar da gleuzañ (And we began to dig) Gant ar Vretoned o ouelañ (The Bretons began to cry) Although we have chosen to convey the feeling of the chant through an Instrumental in this instance, Purification has produced a lyrical version sung in Breton by Sir Marshall, which may become available at a later date.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
(originally written by David Benson, lyrics almost totally disfigured and modified by Our Dark Lord Crondor) But As It Was In The Days Of Noah So Shall The Coming Of The Son of Man Be Watch Therefore In And Out Of Season We Know Not The Hour Or The Day Fallen Angels Sharpen Their Steel To March Out Against The Legions Of The Light Give Your Life To Jesus Christ So You Can Go With Him When He Calls His Church Away Second Coming Of Jesus Christ Will It Be Too Late Second Coming Of Jesus Christ Will You Accept His Gift Or Seal Your Fate, Seal Your Fate Oh No On The Dark Plains Of Megiddo Abbadon Shall Make His Final Stand Nations Of The World Entrapped By Deception Go To Their Destruction Now In The Holy Land On His White Horse The Savior Rides Passing True Judgement Upon All Of Satan’s Ways Those Who Know Will Go With Him The Rest Chained On Earth To Slowly Rot Away Second Coming Of Jesus Christ Will It Be Too Late Second Coming Of Jesus Christ Will You Accept His Gift Or Seal Your Fate, Seal Your Fate Oh No
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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III: “O sages standing in God's holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.” -W.B. Yeats
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026