Nachzehrer
This track is instrumental.
A forlorn eye burns on the altar of darkness To reflect the fire of the majesty of death In his glory and in praise of all evil Awaken the wolfish shadow, let darkness reign Satan's Werewolf - The chalice of life stands barren Awaiting fulfillment from the cursed wine Satan's Werewolf - In the light of this one candle The blood is the life and my blood is Satan's In the name of Lucifer My blood for his majesty to live once and again On this dark journey on a path adorned with ashes To travel into my dreams and to find the true light The blazing torch second only to the morning star Satan's Werewolf - The chalice of life stands barren Awaiting fulfillment from the cursed wine Satan's Werewolf - In the light of this one candle The blood is the life and my blood is Satan's To forge not works of art, but swords of death for therein lies the most noble art of all Come forth ravenous, in a world without end For all that is great is built on their sorrow To consume the libation in morbid transfixion from a chalice now filled with their contempt And to gloat from atop the highest pyramid of skulls For all that I seek shall be begotten in warfare
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Sorrow rides out as spectral knights A wind of grief from an open coffin When the bells of funeral chime through the nightfall A black star rises at the final twilight Gargle the blood Spit the cruor From beyond darkness A revenant blaze Fire of conflagration Burns in empty eyes Disgusting tongues That lick your face In morbid hunger When you sleep Gargle the blood Spit the cruor Sacrifice To end your life Carnage To light the fire And forever We rule the night All eXULtant Vampires We are the worms that crawl on the broken wings of an angel Gargle the blood Spit the cruor Sacrifice To end your life Carnage To light the fire And forever We rule the night All eXULtant Vampires
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
The reek of black ichor from christ's eyes Stabbed in spite by a thousand knives To murder not only this world But also "god" and to crush his cenotaphs In times of strife A fire burns Warmaster returns Those who awaited in dread and revulsion For the sombre tyrant's return And to once again hail the cloven hoof In forbidden spirit with the courage of kings In times of strife A fire burns Warmaster returns When the kingdoms of men fall in mayhem The ones who live for strife will survive There will be no equality, no exemption The violent inversion of the inefficient earth When the fortresses of choice have decayed Blood convokes those with the will to fight And those who wasted their love for this world Shall claim their distinction when burned at the pyre
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
A dream of a nest among the stars That cradles the sleeping ancient one whose now closed eyes were the first to see The trail that leads away from humility Through the eyes of a raven he watches In utter scorn and dreamlike aversion Those who cannot conceive the delight of being speared by his black horns In a void devoid of all love and joy A fire shall burn at the arrival of dawn Ignited by a hope that this morning There will be no one to see it's grace In the lone halls of the void The steps of the of the high heels resound And in the northern aurora there remains only one shining star
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
The Cruel voice of the night That calls you in your sleep When the silence is broken by the yell from darkness The moonlight embraces the unseen that is given life from your fears The furor awakens to convulse your frightful soul In the night and in your eyes A dread draped in swirling fur Ghostly tails that follow A myriad of feral gestalts The terror of the dark age That sleeps in warrior's heart Resurges from our blood's memory To invoke our life's quintessence Come forth, Bestial darkness Come forth, silent death A wolfstorm's moonyell Come forth, Bestial darkness Come forth, darkest fear A wolfstorm's black spell In the mist out of sight Claws rustle in the night The cold shimmer of eyes That stare into your soul The powers that travel unseen Surging from the majesty's heart The storm of wolf's spirit All that finds strength in fear
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Rotting Raven's Blood The Stench of Darkness From a kingdom that unveiled it's gate Through the putrid flesh Sucking the force of death From around the white bones When the black feathers are forever gone Swept away by the northwind The wings that now bear the epitaph of life In runes carved on dead flesh by the maggots Towards the cadaverous gate awaiting to be unlocked By a key cast in silver of our grievance All remains silent on this winter funeral night When the lifeless onyx eyes reflect the starless sky Glance of a passage to solitary awaiting throne A skull on a sceptre and a jewel-adorned crown Rotting Raven's Blood Trickles onto the snow To consummate the cycle of life and death Inside this pentagram
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
By Akhtya Nachttoter (Black Funeral) Thou Evil Spirit, Thou fever of the desert Gather unto this circle My blood I offer, feed and grow strong Enter my flesh we shall dwell as one The moon eclipsed, darkness enthroned The primal serpent stirs Awaken hordes long sleeping Utug-Hul, A-La-Hul, Gidim-Hul Messanger of Tiamat Arise through me, passions of darkness Ea, King of the Deep Banish them not, these phantoms of the abyss The Blood I offer, my life essence That I may bring them within To devour in time Gaining the essence of their spirit Ancient memories awakened in primal sleep Atavistic horror, flesh cloaked in shadow Ea, Lord of the Deep, banish them not Utug-Hul, A-La-Hul, Gidim-Hul Messanger of Tiamat Arise through me, passions of darkness
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025