Iklwa
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With the black book Book of the cross They used it as tool To rob and tame our lands Now that it's dusk We will invade Feed our bloodlust In the shadows of hell We will fight Till the last breath Spilling their guts With our hands of doom Warm your blade Carved out of iron With the kings blood By piercing his organs Iron Pierced king Iron Pierced king Iron Pierced king Iron Pierced king Now, their kingdom is ours Now, their people for slavery Now, their souls will be cursed Now, the kings head as trophy Now, their kingdom is ours Now, their people for slavery Now, their souls will be cursеd Now, the kings head as trophy Iron Piercеd king Iron Pierced king Iron Pierced king Iron Pierced king
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
Greedy lust for our land and gold Has brought them across the sea In for the easy kill They will strike vigorously Not knowing what awaits them The tides will change When Light shines no more in the sky We will cut the Canine beast loose To feast on the flesh of the people Who cross this land Feast on the flesh of the people Who cross this land Hail, hail, hail Mbube the great Hail, hail, hail Mbube the great Hail, hail, hail Mbube the great Hail, hail, hail Mbube thе great Feast on the flеsh of the people Who cross this land Feast on the flesh of the people Who cross this land Maim before the kill Smell your victim Taste the flesh Justified – The desire for bloodshed Now is the time to kill Feast on the flesh of the people Who cross this land Feast on the flesh of the people Who cross this land
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
Dead man with a pulse Awaiting his time With nowhere to go His prayer fall on deaf ears Watching the whetstone Sharpen the blade His heart starts to rush For he knows whats to come Impalement The price of cowardice Impalement The price of disloyalty Burning his soul with diesel A slow death His screams for mercy Will fall on deaf ears The ogre will stand above Watching the mortal bleed to death As his wounds start To become deeper and deeper Impalement The way of the ogre Impalement The price of disloyalty Burning the soul with diesel The mortal will die Burning the soul with diesel A slow death Death by impalement
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
Blood for the king we offer As consolidated by his pulse His eyes have foreseen The strategy to victory Death will be become Our constant companion Embrace the enemy With blood stenched iklwas Fear is on their side Show them no mercy Inside your eyes Reflect the burning souls you've taken The drought has confined us Blood for the cracks we offer For land and water We shall kill Death will bе become Our constant companion Embrace thе enemy With blood stenched iklwas Fear is on their side Show them no mercy Inside your eyes Reflect the burning souls you've taken Iklwa The stabbing blade Iklwa The stabbing blade Iklwa The stabbing blade Iklwa The stabbing blade Die, Die, Die, Die
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
Bullet pierced bodies Lay down dead They never returned back home Rivers of blood and corpses All flowing to their makers Large armies raised by conscription All with a killing ego Half of the dead of great war Don't even have a known grave Use of mustard gas and chlorine Choking the victim to death Large armies raised by conscription All with a killing ego Shoot them down and let them join the fallen Pierce their hearts and let them join the fallen Shoot them down and let them join the fallen Pierce their hearts and let them join the fallen
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
Weak minds sought to bend knee Consumed by the fear of death They dare not dig out the grave Is the truth too dark to bear? Take a light with you young blood The answer lies in the grave Fatality – the way of the wet blade The heartless reign supreme For they put the answer in the grave One blood – the dance of the kin One fire – the flesh of a young woman Spill the blood and watch her flesh incinerate Profit making funeral Profit making funeral Profit making funeral Profit making funeral Burning fury Kill with ferocity Kill for profit Chant the burden Gastronomy is on the dead Burning fury Kill with ferocity Kill for profit Chant the burden Gastronomy is on the dead Profit making funeral Profit making funeral
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 29, 2026
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