Walpurgis Night

Once upon a time Thunder and lightning shook the sky The sea roared up The fisher´s boat was thrown about He found a cave That gave him shelter through this night The sea, it calmed On his way he heard a shout The thundering voice led him Back into the cave There he saw a light From an opening A gleaming lake with gold From the ship named "Camilan" "It could be yours, why don´t you grab this thing" A thundering voice out of the sea Steenfoll was his destiny His greed for treasures Made him wild and insane He screamed out loud And jumped into the lake A hand with sharp, black claws Reached for his neck Condemned forever It was for Satan´s sake A thundering voice out of the sea Steenfoll was his destiny

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Now the last rays of the daylight slowly fade away night's closing in Outside of the village there's a meeting on the hill they call 'the sin' Torches blaze the air is full of sulfur yellow haze Holy beast they've come to celebrate your bloody feast Priest, priest of evil adores the number six six six Priest, priest of evil spits on every crucifix Take the black chalk, made of bone-meal draw the evil pentagram Satan will rise Mix the fresh blood of a he-goat with the ashes of a witch black sacrifice Lord of hell ride out on your stallion, chime the bell Duke of hell touch their feverish bodies with your breath Priest, priest of evil adores the number six six six Priest, priest of evil spits on every crucifix Oh, make them cry, make them bleed Oh, give them all that they need oh, all is well that ends well Priest of evil, priest of hell

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Caribbean sunrise on the sea lighting rays on the red horizon ships appear with sails that seem to blaze forty fearless outlaws always ready to fight they want gold and women and a bottle of Jamaican rum each night Try, try to flee when you see the flag of terror flying over you Peaked grapnels crash through your ship they attack out of the blue Skull and crossbones, blood in sight burning sails light up the night skull and crossbones, piracy they're the tigers of the sea Greed for pearls and diamonds they are hellbent for gold their notorious symbol makes every decent sailor's blood run cold like the mighty eagle diving down on the lamb pirates don't give mercy when they fight and get the upper hand Cold, blood-stained steel can you feel the boarding-axe being pressed against your chest don't hesitate fight don't wait 'till the bogy seals your fate Skull and crossbones, blood in sight burning sails light up the night skull and crossbones, piracy they're the tigers of the sea

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Deep in the misty forest In nights when wind stops blowing And when the moon hides its face Spit out of evil darkness Hell´s infants, night´s black agents Then Satan starts a bloody race Thick fog leads you astray Watch out, you´ve lost your way You´re feeling cold, feeling ill The mob of beasts are hungry They scent your sweaty body They´re doomed to hunt, born to kill Don't look back, they follow your tracks You can hear them growl and grunt Start to run, the chase has just begun There are werewolves on the hunt You´re staggering on the wood-ground You´re stumbling and you fall down Thorny branches scratch your face Get up and keep on running Get up and keep on running No chance to flee their cold embrace Don't look back, they follow your tracks You can hear them growl and grunt Start to run, the chase has just begun There are werewolves on the hunt Deep in the misty forest In nights when wind stops blowing And when the moon hides its face The sound of crackin´ bones Echos through nightmare´s home You´ve lost your life at Satan´s race Don't look back, they follow your tracks You can hear them growl and grunt Start to run, the chase has just begun There are werewolves on the hunt

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The time has come, the witches are ready tonight on the hill, black sabbath, evil rite they are descending on magical broomsticks riding on he-goats through the night Come nearer, come nearer you can't resist their might at Walpurgis Night All around you can smell a nasty, strange scent they are making oils from the bodies of murdered infants they're dancing 'round a hot, flickering fire mixing poison, singing cursed songs Come nearer, come nearer you can't resist their might at Walpurgis Night Warted feed are trembling the ground like and earthquake they are making love, with broomsticks with rats and with snakes holding crazy orgies with the devil praying to the master of hell Come nearer, come nearer you can't resist their might at Walpurgis Night

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Cold misty winter, late afternoon The time is short, it's running low On the river´s surface, appears a mill It sunk a long, long time ago The old, lame miller goes ashore I know what he´s searching for Death, pain, agony Famine is spread all through the land Death, pain, agony The white fog is carried by the air Pale, bony fingers search through the fields They scratch out nourishing seed The wicked miller fills his bags With all the stolen winter wheat He grinds the corn and flour fills the air Flour turns to fog bringing hunger and despair Death, pain, agony Famine is spread all through the land Death, pain, agony The white fog is carried by the air Every time when this fog appears There´ll be no harvest only hunger and tears Death, pain, agony Famine is spread all through the land Death, pain, agony The white fog is carried by the air

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Flashes of lightning Destroyin´the peace of the night On the horizon There are great flames shining bright He´s armed, he´s ready and willing To stand and fight ´till the end He´s used to blood-shed and killing Black Death is his best friend Pain and torture, flames and slaughter The smell of blood everywhere Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours Dying fighters When the Warlord´s hot breath Burns the air He rules with terror Mercy´s a word he does not know Wherever he stays The sands of time are running low His mother was a volcano She spat him out in a stormy night His father was the rolling thunder He taught him "Son, you´re born to fight" Pain and torture, flames and slaughter The smell of blood everywhere Bleeding warriors, blood-stained armours Dying fighters When the Warlord´s hot breath Burns the air

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Metal nights in the city can you feel the heat the aching in your soul silver chains and black leather and you´re breaking out of your cage-losing control Rock- Rock ´till the end Come make a stand in Thunderland Come join the band in Thunderland Gimme sweat, gimme power i want you to rock come on, stand up and shout stamp your feet, shake your body do it all night long we all like it hard and loud Rock- Rock ´till the end Come make a stand in Thunderland Come join the band in Thunderland

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025