Tales of Terror

When the night's falling and the dark's crawling in the streets where the bats fly out to kill When a wolf's howling and the death's prowling when the witches are dancing on the hill Can you hear the madman shout? Someone blows the candle out Standing at the point of no return the sky's on fire now it's Satan's turn the point of no return, no return When an owl's crying and a dog's dying when the forces of evil rule the land When the pane's breaking and the ground's shaking when the gods take revenge on every man Spider webs stick to your face Can you feel their tight embrace? Standing at the point of no return the sky's on fire now it's Satan's turn the point of no return, no return

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

On the top of a hill where an icy wind's blowing there is a hole in the ground In the deep shadows between moss-grown deep rocks a demon is creeping around A long time ago a handful of brave men arrested the beast in this cave they blessed the prison with clear holy water from this time on the Earth was safe 'till now, the beast hasn't died I know that hell's still alive 'till now, he lurks in the night I know that hell's still alive Since five hundred years he's waiting impatient for someone to open his cage The demon is roaring greedy for vengeance his black soul is foaming with rage 'till now, the beast hasn't died I know that hell's still alive 'till now, he lurks in the night I know that hell's still alive You hear a whispering voice it confuses your brain You're in a fever the words nearly drive you insane You're forced to climb onto the hill of man's destiny You're forced to desecrate the place to set him free 'till now, the beast hasn't died I know that hell's still alive 'till now, he lurks in the night I know that hell's still alive

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

The gates are closed, the bolts are welded they've left the red death far behind in the abbey's deep seclusion there's just beauty, there is wine The external world is dying death is raging in the shade no time to think about the terror let's celebrate the masquerade But who's that stranger in the dark? his vesture is dabbled in blood his masque shows scarlet signs of pest masque of the red death The fete is held in seven clambers triponds spread a gleaming light glare and glitter, madman fashions feverish dreams in the dead of night The mighty clock strikes twelve, it's midnight and the echoes fade away the crowd becomes aware of a figure dressed in cerements of the grave But who's that stranger in the dark? his vesture is dabbled in blood his masque shows scarlet signs of pest masque of the red death Try to catch him, try to gasp him try to seize and to unmask him prince Prospero foams with rage But he cries out and his death-shout took possession of the whole crowd 'cause the red death entered their cage Darkness and decay, and the red death holds dominion over all

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Hot sand is all around me singeing my skin, burning my face I'm longing for some water Fata Morgana in the haze I feel the strong irons made of steel and since seven years rusty chains strangle my neck Sore weals are the whip's hot, bloody seals every night and day they seem to burn on my back Arabian nights nightmares of heat and pain and fright I see the light the end of the slavery Arabian nights stars of the desert shine on me I feel the light the time's right to break the chains and flee Three thousand miles of torture ten thousand slaves all in a row my eyes are dim with fever my vital force is running low I know that they'll never let me go I made up my mind to get away, to take a flight Cruel whip, tonight I will flee your grip I'll be off before daylight displaces the night Arabian nights nightmares of heat and pain and fright I see the light the end of the slavery Arabian nights stars of the desert shine on me I feel the light the time's right to break the chains and flee

Once upon a time, in a land far far away a savage dragon descended on the peaceful town of Sagon. It burned the fields with its flaming breath, darkening the skies. In their despair, the inhabitants prayed to the gods of light, who had mercy on them, and sent them an old blind swordsmith. He lit up the forge and began to strike the iron, the anvil hammered the steel began to glow. After seven days and seven nights he immersed the steel in a cauldron of human blood. As the spirit of the blood hardened the red-hot metal, the swordsmith fell down and died. And the light of the glowing day was reflected by the silvery blade of a wonderful weapon. The sword of Sagon, ha ha ha ha. Prince of Asgard, take this blade break our chains, light up the shade trust in metal and your force half the kingdom will be yours Once there was a time when we all lived in peace now we are the slaves of the blood-thirsty beast Sword of Sagon, made of steel blessed with blood save us from the tyranny Sword of Sagon, stab the black dragon's heart kill the beast and set us free Face the dragon's evil eye smoke is darkening the sky raise your weapon, start to fight metal power, sharp steel bites Smash the serpentine's flesh viscid blood runs down your hand fight, never give in 'till its head lies in the sand Sword of Sagon, made of steel blessed with blood save us from the tyranny Sword of Sagon, stab the black dragon's heart kill the beast and set us free

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

You feel the metal power the flame is burning at all hours hold on to, on to your dream I want you to shout and scream Oh - trust in the fire when the night is cold it will keep you warm Oh - trust in the fire the shadows of darkness can't do you no harm so trust in the fire Get up and stand together and the heat will last forever believe me, you're not alone rock fever's bred in the bone Oh - trust in the fire when the night is cold it will keep you warm Oh - trust in the fire the shadows of darkness can't do you no harm so trust in the fire

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

It´s midnight, a night-owl is howling on a withering tree but watch out, there´s something Going on, on the cemetery the body-snatcher is digging up the graves bone-marauding no human corpse is safe He´s a night stalker he´s a grave-robber he´s a madman he´s eager for some prey he´s a night stalker he´s a grave-robber You got to call on him ten pounds are his pay By the light of a candle he´s doing his dirty work he shatters the coffins and the black rats are on the lurk the grave is plundered a dead dog lies close by a cab´s removing the dawn is in the sky He´s a night stalker he´s a grave-robber he´s a madman he´s eager for some prey he´s a night stalker he´s a grave-robber You got to call on him ten pounds are his pay

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Grey dawn of day the piercing war-cries fade away the fate is sealed life has left the battle-field Once they were a mighty army standing one for all they fought for glory and for booty They rode into a fall Now the crows pick at their bodies steel turns into rust Flesh is stabbed with spears and arrows the flag turns into dust Lost Legions, blind and heartless They devastate the land Lost Legions, don´t know mercy army of the damned Their flesh is gone but their spirit´s living on you can be sure they´re the guardians of the war They´re a part of every bloodstain of the smoke and steam their laughter´s sounding like the wounded warrior´s scream everywhere a soldier´s dying they´ve released the beast anytime an angel´s crying they celebrate a feast Lost Legions, blind and heartless They devastate the land Lost Legions, don´t know mercy army of the damned

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The sky is cloudy and the full moon´s on the rise your hear a lone wolf howl the dark´s got evil eyes you´d better look the door nail up the window-panes tonight´s the Demon´s night and hell will break his chains When all is asleep he´s leaving his grave searching for a slave when the bat bites The room is empty but you feel you´re not alone black eyes are watching you they seem to break your bones a cloud of fog is slowly Crawling towards your bed a shadow´s coming down reaching for your head When all is asleep he´s leaving his grave searching for a slave when the bat bites No garlic and no crucifix can save you from his grips you feel the end is near when he licks his lips you can feel an icy breath of rottenness and decay your pillow´s turning red blood is hard to pay When all is asleep he´s leaving his grave searching for a slave when the bat bites

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025