Pitch Black Sight
A pitch black sight And too many sounds Giving life to imagination A moist heat and a strong smell of bloody flesh Inhuman laughs ringing in my head Moving through an ocean of corpses I could only let a sharp cry out Monsters all around I want to leave My mind is dying Someone, wake me up! Surrounded by fear A pitch black sight And too many sounds Giving life to what I thought wasn’t real L’enfer te guette…encore (L’angoisse me joue des tours. Le silence m’assourdit.) Une envie brûlante de tuer (La noirceur m’aveugle. Une odeur de mort renverse mon estomac.) Trop grande présence de vie (Mes sueurs froides m’ébouillantent.) Ta peur te ridiculise (Je dois sortir de mon cadavre et retrouver ma mort.) Who said it wasn’t real? You really think you can wake up? Trop grande présence de vie (Des atrocités rampantes) Une envie brûlante de tuer (Inutile de courir) Amuse-toi dans la mort (Des idées masochistes) Ta peur te ridiculise (Désir abusif pour la vie) L’enfer te guette…encore (Crever les yeux qui m’observent) Une folie imaginaire (En finir avec ma tête) A nightmare filled with hate Don’t run, it’s too late You will die in this nightmare
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Le cortège funèbre avance pour célébrer l’obscurité de mon âme La noirceur avala ma dernière parcelle de vie The ashes of my heart are tasteless in never ending misery It’s a flesh prison in a world that doesn’t care La mort s’avance, autour de mon cœur Une faible lueur grise transparaît (I can’t even say that my body is alive It’s the carcass of a lost life) La hache fend mes os et brûle mon sang Laissant les ruines d’une vie oubliée (The feelings of wrath and horror fill this wreck I now march for my own death) Like a fire burning everything inside, The pain built its presence like a hole through the ribcage The walls that built emotions are now stained by dead flames It’s a funeral for a soul not dead yet The celebration of the vanishing of a vital light A Funeral for Inner Ashes It burns inside Nowhere else to hide They march for me For my misery Dead skin stained black An absence of life Full of maggots A hole for light March for me, my heart And set yourself free
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Chained and tortured, the poor muscle melted on the day it learned it couldn’t live what was meant for it A scream of agony erupted from the darkest of blood To know all that’s left are the ruins of a never ending maze makes it rotten and corrupted to the core of the mind Convulsing inside to throw out a sound of torment Mourning the loss of itself The unpleasant thought of a perpetual fall In the somber confusion of a ruined remorse One last breath torn away from a weak cage Collapsing under a discomforting weight A distant sound echoing a tortured soul The violent shriek of a decayed carcass Butchering the thoughts of an empty soul only destroys the head of the bearer who makes A violent shriek echoing the mind, absorbing the strongest of bliss Provoking the discontent evolves into breaking an innocent heart and throwing it underwater A faint abstraction of the bleeding pulse growing dead within a melted muscle lost in a rotten maze La crainte de la mort subite lui fit ravaler ses sanglots masochistes viciés du sombre tourment du nécrophile apeuré. L’aversion ressentie des tréfonds obscènes de sa chair subsistante raviva en elle la présomption délaissée lors de ses actes endoloris d’amour pour une abîme éteinte et vaste. Le doux parfum coagule au touché frigide d’une atmosphère lourde de ressentiments et de troubles avides d’adoration. Une nostalgie sadique qui transfigure la quiétude ressentie lors de l’union brûlante d’une passion béate. I had a frightful thought A timeless fall, unending Incessant, Unchanging I lost what was once mine (She lost what she thought was hers) The most precious of gifts (Her most precious gift) Corrupted, Eternal (The deepest of tortures, forever) A blissful agony evoking A lightless path. A distant sound Echoing the crumbled walls An atmospheric madness Begging to become alive The tragic cry of an empty soul
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Le cortège funèbre avance pour célébrer l’obscurité de mon âme La noirceur avala ma dernière parcelle de vie The ashes of my heart are tasteless in never ending misery It’s a flesh prison in a world that doesn’t care La mort s’avance, autour de mon cœur Une faible lueur grise transparaît (I can’t even say that my body is alive It’s the carcass of a lost life) La hache fend mes os et brûle mon sang Laissant les ruines d’une vie oubliée (The feelings of wrath and horror fill this wreck I now march for my own death) Like a fire burning everything inside, The pain built its presence like a hole through the ribcage The walls that built emotions are now stained by dead flames It’s a funeral for a soul not dead yet The celebration of the vanishing of a vital light A Funeral for Inner Ashes It burns inside Nowhere else to hide They march for me For my misery Dead skin stained black An absence of life Full of maggots A hole for light March for me, my heart And set yourself free
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026