Beheading the Liars

Our ancestors fought for freedom, We choose to inherit their honour. Raising our weapons high And doing poetical justice. We follow the flame of their tradition, Keeping the spirit alive To live long enough to see our enemy's dying... Skiltron... Now... No matter how outnumbered, we never give up, An army of hungry savages we are, Fighting with passion in pursuit of rising. Never going backwards but constantly marching. With fire in our veins our body boils up Furiously in flames when battle is calling. Impaling their bodies, and crashing their bones We shall demonstrate the freedom we're born with. Hold on your pikes, and be ready for the attack, The enemy is in line, Skiltron now! Hold on your pikes, as you take care of your lives, Rage will lead us, Skiltron now!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

I wonder why you can't live Your miserable life without trying to ruin Who talls in your crafty built trap. And it's then when your poisoned blood Starts running along through your veins And your sting stalks your victim, To satisfy your thirst of evilness Even knowing you've got a mistaken target. With your skin-made mask you look like an angel But in your hand you hide a knife, Which you like to sink slowly Before your final stab right on the back. Like the wolf from the tale, like a disguised devil. If you are a christian my question is: What part of "don't lie" you misunderstood? Take all your banners and burn with them, Like takes its course and you go to hell. I'm feel like a Rezso's disciple, He had success in his intentions. That's why I'm here, Because i will follow his steps. With your skin-made mask you look like an angel But in your hand you hide a knife, Which you like to sink slowly Before your final stab right on the back.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Don't you be surprised Listening to these words, It's what you have earned, I'm what you've done. You deserve nothing, I wish you all the worst. Yeah! it's me who's talking, I'm what you've done. Anyway I'm grateful 'Cause now i can differ The really honest people And the shit that you were. Don't you be surprised Listening to these words, Now it's time you pay The evil you have done. For trying to turn me into misery Skinning, stabbing and laughing at me. This is my payback and I hope you don't mind That I'm stronger than ever, I am still alive!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Today I am going to talk about A certain way of life which I can't understand. I don't know why you waste your time Trying to save your arse when the night has already come You must know we don't want to listen So leave us alone. Praying is nothing, open your eyes, Don't be a slave afraid of dying. Speak for speaking, that's not my style. If I tell you something, I'm sure of that. I don't need proofs, it's all at sight, If you can't see that, so you're blind. You must know we don't want to listen So leave us alone. Praying is nothing, open your eyes, Don't be a slave afraid of dying. You must know we don't want to listen So leave us alone. Praying is nothing, open your eyes, Don't be a slave afraid of dying. You accuse me of heresy, and I'm proud of that, At least I enjoy life as if I could fly. It's something that you must learn instead of so much talk, What for you want to live bothering human kind? You must know we don't want to listen So leave us alone. Praying is nothing, open your eyes, Don't be a slave afraid of dying.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Release your scream before it's too late, Forest and river are crying for help. You will have nothing when the end comes, Think what you will leave to your sons. The sun will not rise, The breath will fade out, And the sky will lack stars. Calling out, while blood's falling down Calling out, this could be the last chance Did you think that there would be no home? No place to live, no place to go. Nowhere to hide of a merciless death, Killing the earth will be your grave. I only ask you to look at your children's eyes And restate what you want for them. Calling out, while blood's falling down Calling out, this could be the last chance

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Of our ancestors, brave true ancient Scots, Whose glorious shields knew no bars no blots; But blood untained circled every vein, And every thing ignoble did disdain. In the fifteenth century a poet was born, He could never see the light from outside his eyes, All he needed was his mind and a convincing heart. Of such illustrations patriots and bold, Who stoutly did maintain our rights of old, Who their malicious, and inveterate foes. With sword in hand, did gallantly oppose. Blind Harry! Your vision has inspired many people Blind Harry! Pioneer of this deep heart feeling Immortal are your writings, Still encouraging a nation. Noble man still alive, The country is saluting you. Blind Harry! Your vision has inspired many people Blind Harry! Pioneer of this deep heart feeling Blind Harry! Immortal are your writings Blind Harry! Still encouraging a nation

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Summon the spirits, call up the clans, From every region, the branded man. From dexter to sinester a ship's sail unfurled, Out from the centre a serpent curled. Emblems and ensigns, badges and banners, Winning your spurs is all that matters. In this great arena, their trials begin, Flesh and bone, to strive and to win (and wage their war). Signs, symbols - we are the signs Signs, symbols - we signify Swearing obedience when passions run high Taking the bloodfeud unto the grave and into the next life! Well you can fly the flag, you can beat the drum, You can stand your ground 'til the kingdom come. Will you prevail, will you be hanged, By signs, symbols and the marks of man? Some see the sun of the moon as a token, Worship the cross, burning or broken. Patriotism, a virtue so vicious, Chauvinism, a creed so malicious, Do we burn this land along tribal lines With brethren fighting their own kin and kind? And now when "tribe" means the language of war, It's an endless cycle of revenge and remorse (and so it goes on). Well you can fly the flag, you can beat the drum, You can stand your ground 'til the kingdom come. Will you prevail, will you be hanged, By signs, symbols and the marks of man? You can beat your chest as you take the field, Bare your teeth as the women grieve. Will you be saved or will you be hanged, By signs, symbols and the marks of man? Will you be spared, will you be damned, By signs, symbols and the marks of man?

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

As an axe for the hangman. As the hammer for justice. Looking for something healer, I found the way I was searching. Trying to get back what is mine, Purity and hope will be one again. Through my hand i could make it. Here I am and know that I have tasted it so now i can tell, As a wise man said, It's a dish best served cold. I didn't let my spirit falls. I will be what i have to. From the dark i can see the light, Otherwise I would be like you. Don't try to make me as you are, You don't even have a heart for yourself. Through my hand i could make it. Here I am and know that I have tasted it so now i can tell, As a wise man said, It's a dish best served cold.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Follow the wind without thinking about it, Breaking it all, facing the storm! Fearless and faster than everything else, Avoiding death, even in hell! Taking the baton, heading the race. Becoming the wildest, go for them! Freeway the road, get to the end. No step back. Roaring like a lion, Hitting up the night. Come and cross the fire, Need to get some more, Ruling all the world. Turning it all down, Fast and wild! Leading all the hordes. Born to be the one, Fast and wild! Going high, going loud. Rising from ashes, leaving the darkness, Writing grounds and fields with blood! No time for tears, show no remorse, Only a few will survive! Damned horizons are coming today. Revealing the day, crashing the fate! I'm loading the weapons, follow me now, Time to fight. Roaring like a lion, Hitting up the night. Come and cross the fire, Need to get some more, Ruling all the world. Turning it all down, Fast and wild! Leading all the hordes. Born to be the one, Fast and wild! Going high, going loud.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Crida abant que siegue força tard. Boscs e ribieras cridan per l'ajuda. Aurás pas res quora la fin arribarrà, Sabes çò que daissarás a los tieus enfants. Lo solelh non se levarà Lo bufal desaparèisserà E lo cèl serà sens estelas. Crides, quora lo sang s'espanda. Crides, aquò es la cança darreira. Cresies qu'auria pus mai d'ostal, Ni mai d'endreit per vivre nimai per i anar. Pas cap d'endreit per s'amagar de la mòrt, Matar la terra sera la tia tomba. Te demandi solament de veire dins l'ueil des enfants E torna dire çò que vois per eles. Crides, quora lo sang s'espanda. Crides, aquò es la cança darreira.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 14, 2025