...Alea Iacta Est...
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You don´t have to sign as heretic that man Who is wrong in his beliefe, but all those people Who are deffending wrong ideals, Which are devastating the church´s authority! That are the words of church and her servants. Weakness, fear and blood is behind them. Flames for all free spirit. -Giordano Bruno- The greatest scholars, who in the last moments of life, Refuse to follow the senseless church´s law And turn away from abandoned cross. Their ash was given to the wind. The wind which has closeed the scholar´s eyes from fear of hereza. Love Intro: Love... Love is a beautiful feeling, full of happiness and full of pain. Passion whithout which life would be so gray and sad. Love is... When you are kissing her, sounds so common. Take what you want, that´s not the love. His eyes are full of sorrow and pain. You are allways full of expectation. Please, take me away from here. My love, why are you so sad... My love, please don´t cry... My love, why are you so cruel... My love, please don´t close your heart... It´s horrible, when you have to beg for love! Why has somebody more and somebody less? What is love? Pain and sorrow? Pleasure and happiness? I love you, because you made me full of love, The beautiful feeling, whithout knowing it
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
You don´t have to sign as heretic that man Who is wrong in his beliefe, but all those people Who are deffending wrong ideals, Which are devastating the church´s authority! That are the words of church and her servants. Weakness, fear and blood is behind them. Flames for all free spirit. -Giordano Bruno- The greatest scholars, who in the last moments of life, Refuse to follow the senseless church´s law And turn away from abandoned cross. Their ash was given to the wind. The wind which has closeed the scholar´s eyes from fear of hereza. Love Intro: Love... Love is a beautiful feeling, full of happiness and full of pain. Passion whithout which life would be so gray and sad. Love is... When you are kissing her, sounds so common. Take what you want, that´s not the love. His eyes are full of sorrow and pain. You are allways full of expectation. Please, take me away from here. My love, why are you so sad... My love, please don´t cry... My love, why are you so cruel... My love, please don´t close your heart... It´s horrible, when you have to beg for love! Why has somebody more and somebody less? What is love? Pain and sorrow? Pleasure and happiness? I love you, because you made me full of love, The beautiful feeling, whithout knowing it
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Thousand years powering by ages For so long I´m serving I´m here to take you To take you from this world The question which repeats in your head Again and again, thousand times Searching me in the pain Which is passing throught your body Searching me in love Which you feel in your heart It doesn´t mater who I am, but you know... It´s difficult to leave him, that´s the way he is... Be lucky to have the pictures in head The pictures of your life and die with them Be lucky and wake up before leaving And say to myself There´s nothing I want more
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I'm your god, I'm your king I decide about your being So forgot all sins you have ever had They only burden your sinful soul Serenity in darkness of despair Fear of your own I'm your single god You must adore me I'm your single god I have the right to judge and to castigate Suffer, please suffer in the name of god! You are looking through the steel gates of hell! Your eyes are full of sorrow ,submission and hope. The gate, which gives you freedom, of the body and the soul. You are wating for a moment, which gets off your own hate. Hate,which gives pain, of the body and the soul. Come here and give me your hand. Come through this cold blazing gate. I will lead you through the ways, of good and evil,so come. Don't be afraid and take a step ahead. I know.You´ll come back. You´ll come back to my arms
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Per accusationen Per denuntiationen Per inquisitionen Monstrous theater of middelage heretical execution. Wearing the yellow cross on the clothes. Public degrading, devastating human´s dignity. Prison and at the end, the death in flames. So this is the face of church´s justice. - suspicio violens- Denunciation! Accusation! Persecution! The sume of Lateran council. That´s the way that pope Inocence III. wanted it, When the bigger power was given to him. The power to suppres the human thoughts - tortura garracha- The age of dark and hopeless has began. The age of torture, as the way to know the truth. Hereza! The human´s mistake, sin and tolerance! This all is considering as the human non-virtue. The non-virtue which leads to the heresy. Guilty, inocent – only they know where is the true. Per accusationen Per denuntiationen Per inquisitionen
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Desperate yells of Rome sounded, City so proud and arogant. Non, but he can got in the heart And endanger their pride. Ch: Hannibal that`s the man who shaked with selfishness of overwhelming Rome. Glory and honour for ( eternal ) memori of the hero, That fought against human vanity. Since he was young he sweared in front of the altar of his ancestors and fathers. Neverending hatred, fight Ch: Hannibal that`s the man who shaked with selfishness of overwhelming Rome. Glory and honour for( eternal ) memori of the hero, That fought against human vanity. Hannibal, ante portas! A son of Hamilkar! Hannibal, ante portas! The underfeatable hero! Hannibal, ante portas! A son of Hamilkar! Hannibal, ante portas! The underfeatable hero!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Why? Flames in my head, grive me so much? Flames in my body, so destructive are? Flames in deep inside of me,burning so much? Flames in my heart,the crying so much? Is it a love?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The die is cast! The die is cast! Vicious circle isn´t closing in our benefit. You are falling down,down into the deep abyss. All your dreams disappcared in morning dew of new day, day of your weakness. You are hiding behind the musc,which isn´t yours You are scornful of yourself The blood has covered your hands.The blood of crime. Why have we been strugleing for our liefes? Only for life in suffering? Will be my death the only freedom,which I know? I don´t think thet we deserve the freedom during our lifes The die is cast...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026