Armageddon Patronage
An ominous breath is in the Air There's something wicked out there Slowly it's creeping through here I think the skies will never clear A monstrous presence that now flows Through this empty place unto a world below Winds warning the final storm This will be the end of us Tomorrow come early dawn Everything is gone, all is torn Scorching the Earth, tearing blows Leaving nothing to call our Home Winds warning the end of all We're far beyond the final call Tomorrow there'll be no dawn Everything is gone, all stillborn Proudly sacrificing our own Young This is what we have become Chanting the last requiem song The world is where we belong
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Dwelling in a void in between A force awakens unseen Rise now, great fiend Cutting this world clean Towering the tallest of mountains It steps forward, comes crushing Here comes the bone messiah wielding a 7 mile scythe Armageddon Patronage Heeding our call to end it all Plowing through everything Harvest all living Seeding the soil with shame Every beast we thought we had tamed We've all chipped in this fate And here comes the great plague We awoke the sweeping angel This is the anti-demiurg knight Wielding a 7 mile scythe Sponsor worldwide sacrifice Endorsing our own demise These are the end times Doom gospel personified
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
On a pitch black winter midnight An entity is coming to end all life Searching their home, searching every floor This curse, it's back, it's hunting for more The matriarch and her offspring Lie hidden in the floor below the east wing The little one, too young to understand Cries out loud, forcing his mother's hands Choking her own kin She's holding his breath Now Lingering in between Life and certain Death Choking Salvation Choking her own kin Forcing him silent She's saving herself With fatal violence When certain Death lingers nearby She's forced to murder her only child And as certain Death walks out the door She'll carry this burden forevermore Choking her own kin Forcing the silence Through ultimate sacrifice She's saving her own life
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Inside this bleak leech shell Inner revolt is causing hell In pale colors it ascends A slithering shape, an unknown friend A figurine of no light inspire A muse scream a song of fire In this endless void of dimensions The council preach of a new dawn Where truths crumble forlorn Where the futureless rule In the era of the fool It's dragging me towards the beyond Where there is never a new dawn On damp grounds I lie bleeding Wishing this life would stop beating Endless void of dimensions The Ultimate ascension In the timeless vacuum complete I will take my righteous seat
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
We're onwards an endless climb Towards this world's foul delights Infinity now reigns sublime And life's fire is no longer burning bright Chanting prayers unheard Nothing divine in sight Only pale black birds Covering the sky We are erecting the tower Of a dead, forsaken nobody Dethrone the power of this false rhapsody Onwards I will float In cerecloth cloaked Drowned and soaked Forgotten, unknown A life in spite runs deep In the veins of this shattered mind And prayers of no sleep unanswered No path for us to find Lord, deliver me From this tragedy 'Cause I can't live or be Inside this prison that is me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Her stinker af frygt Her stinker af gråd Her stinker af dig Jeg skyr din lov Lugter din dyd Jeg væmmes ved dig Væmmes ved det Væmmes ved den Fra askesens aske Rejste du dig For at leve din logn Dit jordiske liv Stinker af død Vold, skam og hor Amen – stanken af dyd
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
A storm comes striking through There is only suffering left to do Its harvesting all will to live Mankind's got nothing to give Sweeping is the storm of suicide Sweeping is the storm All self preservation is lost We're killing ourselves at all costs I feel the will to live deteriorate The existence of man suffocates Now bleeding, hurting, blind This is the sure end of our kind Suicidal pandemic arise Depression spawned demise Everything comes to an end The suicide storm sweeps again
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
En tur I totalt mørke Hungren sætter ind I nat Altomsluttende skygger Kryber nærmere, tager fat Vær hilset, velkommen I denne evigt sorte skov Mit kolde hjerte glædes Kun ved dit hjertes sorg Formålet lyser nu så klart Et mode med den, du havde kær En vederstyggelighed står forevermore Oplyst af månens blege skær Blodskam og synd Natten den er ung Nattens flugt Et liv I utugt Eksisterer kun I kraft af Din vandren uden formål Doden, din eneste udvej Som din broder det skal gå dig Nattevandreren finder en udvej Og nattens arme griber om sig Du er krop og sjæl, men du er tom Fandt din udvej fra livets lange dom
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026