Carelian Satanist Madness
Mountain sides clad in cold mist Damned land of mortal terror Ghastly temples of forests and ruins In the kingdom of evil souls In the blackest evil night Cursed for eternity As a gestalt of the vampire The pure perfect evil to be one with Satan The phantom of the night - Strigoi... Once these plains witnessed the impalements When sub-human life fell into decline The envoy of Satan, the son of the dragon Cruel tyrant for the living death to conceive In the blackest evil night Cursed for eternity As a gestalt of the vampire The pure perfect evil to be one with Satan The phantom of the night - Vrolok...
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Born from the blood that was carried through time Encircling the true essence of the wolf To reap the weak as a cursed shadow in the night And let their death ornament the snow When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes The human fear sings my song When carelian forests echoe with your death The power is regained by the strong Singing Sieg Heil - psalms to scourge jewish god To make his children rot and hurt Burning the chapels so their prayers cannot be heard To leave them as kill for our knives When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes The human fear sings my song When carelian forests echoe with your death The spirit is regained by the aware To see their altars turned to dust - Is a dream becoming reality To see their cross crumbling to rust - Forgotten to void for eternity The rite of white man reborn - From false light into darkness That holds the true light in scorn - The Carelian Satanist Madness When their children crawl in broken glass The human torment carries my name When the embers breed a new black order The darkness reveals the true light When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes The human fear sings my song When carelian forests echoe with your death The world is regained by the Satan The rite of white man reborn - From false light into darkness That holds the true light in scorn - The Carelian Satanist Madness
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Nature's primal unchained energy That is enshrined in all that exists The power of great destruction And creation on the crumbling remains Satan, creator Satan, destructor Satan, master residing in the void of true blackness The erect phallus of fertility And the horns as it's guardians The procreation of the triumphant And the demise of the worthless Satan, protector Satan, imperator Satan, master residing in the void of true blackness The ashes that nourish the soil Born from the wrathful breath That swallows the burdening life Is a veil brooding our reborn earth Satan, protector Satan, renewer Satan, master residing in the void of true blackness
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
The age of tragedies, my vision of a fallen empire Like a lantern that burned out in ecstacy Lighting the path of blood and honour into time For eternity, forever reminding me... Forever changing time... The man against time, in scorn against decline One state, one folk, one leader, a true revelation The purest essence of the cult of our blood For infinity, flowing inside me... Forever binding me... My dream of your empire Fills me with joy For it is also my fate To end this life of strife in tragedy... Live by the sword they say, thus I shall live Let my words be my blade, let my songs be my spear My dream of your empire Fills me with joy For it is also my fate To end this life of strife in tragedy ...or supremacy.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Moist walls, embraced by putrid stench Dark hallways, where echoe silent squeaks The rhythm of dripping water calls to morbid dance of the contagious children of the crypt Darkness of the dungeon, womb of the deceased Stealthy heralds, sharpening the scythe of plague The parade of creeping shadows, like a living floor A carpet of sharp teeth and black filthy hair Here the bones lie, like fallen pillars of ivory Hundreds of hungry red eyes, slithering tails and poisoned teeth Only death is real Eaten by rats Deep down enshrined inside the walls of stone Black death's reflection in a pair of red eyes Around each corner, awaiting to inject painful death for them to devour the poisoned human flesh... Here the bones lie, like fallen pillars of ivory Hundreds of hungry red eyes, slithering tails and poisoned teeth Only death is real Eaten by rats
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
With rituals of evil wisdom Grim icestorms take me To the skies, storming black Like dragon I fly, I desecrate I hold the sign of evil I ride the winds of holocaust Black sword in hand, with witching rage Wings of darkness surround me In this ravaged realm, I desecrate I hold the sign of evil
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
[April 2005] This sunless landscape of my realm before my eyes Like and untouched creation from the darkest ancient times There, where the raven flies, lie the gates to my kingdom Forgotten and buried in snow behind these lifeless trees My kingdom, where my throne is eternal Where my reign is lonely in silence Where the bleak sky is guarded by the ravens In my kingdom of darkness This night-time, in solitude with all my deepest thoughts The stars in the sky as my only light and company Like a thousand eyes of Lucifer, watching over me Enlightening my journey across this cold domain My kingdom, where my throne is eternal For centuries before me it has stood When I am gone, it shall still remain My kingdom of darkness...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 18, 2026
The birth of death, in 1456 when you, the son of the night, son of the Transylvanian plague, started to impale the inferior Turkish race. We hail your grim art of misanthropy! The pain was great, your hordes of grim death arose; fear and death, agony and sick ecstasy to anyone who didn’t obey you! The grim art of misanthropy has started; suffering for hours, under your sight the human race was suffering for your pure pleasure…spilling blood everywhere. Prepare one stake to enter the victim’s anus …then he saddled two horses, started moving slowly forward, the ropes holding the feet to the horses…The victim hoisted up into the air on the stake. No mercy for the weak ones! No mercy for the human race! By the grim art of misanthropy we shall prevail our will! Our higher law! Obey, or you’ll die subhuman. We shall build again the Order of the Dragon! Our suffering empire! The grim art of misanthropy shall return! We salute our heroes, Hail Misanthropy’s Emperor; Hail Lord Dracula! The Immortal Dracula!
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025