Malicious Pride

The one-eyed stands at the throne in the halls of a gold, proclaiming war upon man. Time has come, long foretold... Arise sons of mine Sons of mine, tonight we will rise Bring forth damnation and demise Death and glory - sword and shield Rage and hate - seek your destiny. For you are sons of mine... Victorious battle, forever glory. Live in war eternally.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Through the storm with one eye open Stumbling on rocks in the path The rain has my hate awoken I feel nothing but wrath The fire of the white one burns so bright Disgusting light with no insight Darkness embraces me, hide me out of site Even in the heart of this storm, I cannot escape the judgement of the one who is white as snow Face my hate I will shred you like paper You are nothing compared to me Purity is about to fall Hear the enchanting call Death to the weak Death to the weak Death to all!!!!!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

A limping old warrior Missing the swordwind His sorrowful brows Heavily bearing The pain his pride felt A longing for an end Proudly met in battle A bitter glow was growing Tearing his warriorpride While he was... Fearless preparing His hail to the ravengod A glorious spear Handed among kings Placed to penetrate his longing heart By the own white hands In honour of Odin The ravengod At the field he was insurgent Malicious pride... was his glow...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Pale figures, dancing decadence. Ecstatic movement of pleasure. All gathered at the coven... In the night of the moon, shapeless figures Dancing the dance of death, more intensely now. Stopped on signal that only they can hear A fire is lit, nine witches appear all with fire in their eyes. Painted on body the marks of hell they bear. Sabbath, summon the Crimson king. Ancient rituals, unspoken wisdom hidden from those who cry. Sabbath - summon the Crimson king Sabbath - Dance macabre....

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

A thousand candles lead the way through the mace of lice and deceit. As I enter the kingdom of death I fall into the fire... Fall from grace! In the realm of hell, chaospawn. Mighty sculptures ripped and torn. I'm here for a thousand years Waiting to be... Reborn! Soaking up the ambience of vengeance, violence I'm hellbound. Revel in flesh. Indulge in sin. Death, disease, an eternity. Blackwinged angels soars the sky. Through the blodstained mist I see the path of fire.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Over havet de kom med sin pest av veikhet Tvang våre guder under grund Med sine trusler om evig fortapelse, Om vi ei gikk i kne for Krist Et millenium av svik har vi nå tiet, Still iakttatt de hvites ferd Tiden er inne, vi samler vår hær Vi er de sorte poeter!! Vi vil ei lenger tolerere dominans av løgn og idioti Skal legge deres verden forlatt og øde De skal kvestes til døde Kvestes til døde

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Dark clouds of freezing sorrow await their souls. Forever two chains to a god, milleniums in blood. All their life they blindly folow the step of others. When their life cease to exist Dark clouds of freezing sorrow. When they finally realise that the gates don't exist. Hell awaits their souls. Frightened by the threat of darkness Threatened by beings possessed. Freezing sorrow

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Ni heimer så jeg der i Nivlheims dyp dit ned kommer døde fra Hel Langt fra sola så jeg en sal på Nåstranda, nordvendt er døre Eiterdråper faller inn gjennom ljoren av huggormrygger er huset flettet Så hun i stride strømmer vade Medsvorne menn og mordvarger, og den som annen elskede lokker Lå i sykeleie innsvøpt i glitrende ulykke Matet av sult og hunger Så Helhest ri, varslende om døde til Nåstrands bredd Så nidhogg fortære råtnende lik Et mareritt i kjøtt og blod

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Thrown up on the shores of hell Digested by the bowls of life The sum of all my sins An eternal blackened strife Scorched by the flame of the unholy Hardened by the reality of death A moment of clarity was gained When drew my last breath No enlightenment in life There is no lies in death

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Vi samler våre falne brødre, som har viet sine sjeler til ham Den enøydes gylne haller er duket til gilde for dem Stor glede det ga meg i strid en kamp om blod og ære En dag vi skal kjempe igjen og atter fiender være Likbaal - en ferd til døden! En glohaug av knokler og kjøtt, stridens etterlatenskaper Måtte dere fråtse av Odins rikdom til vi atter strides igjen Likbaal - en ferd til døden!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025