Incendiary Storm
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Trace, explore new fields To burn the paradise plains Disembark at dawn In a golden field To rape the land We'll scorch your fields We'll cover the earth With your blood Blood! Conquer and raze Your fields shall now be ours None shall be spared From our blood-hungry steel Death shall be our enemy's way Death shall chastise them all Those who survive shall Be taken as slaves Your meat shall feed our dogs Blood! Conquer and raze Blood!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
From the first light in the womb I crawl till the glory days A path I always follow The Warrior's Path! Manhunt is my chosen game The war, the fight, the blood Weaken the will of your foes Curse their souls Ritual Of the sword Glory, reward, their torture won't end No triumph for my clan If enemy encloses me I shall die by my own sword To bleed from your own hand Beyond your most precious goal Victory for my faithful comrades We'll die in battle ambushed by... countless enemies Ritual Of the sword
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In stillness of twilight They hide in their burrows Sky lights up, night becomes day Flashes fall from above And all on surface begins to burn Fire hail! They on fire leave their burning concealment Nothing escapes from wrecker fire All is touched by it melts with ground Burning bodies lie lifeless Fire falls from the sky Fire hail! They run from the fire Leaving behind their calcined troop Their flesh burns and now they're in ashes Night lights up like day From sky fire falls On ground all burns This is... Fire hail!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Riding they come from the East On their fire beasts In their hands they bring desolation Ground quakes beneath foe's feet Before fighting them Some surrender For those who resist There shall be no mercy Death is their end The fear of our enemy Can be felt in the air Everyone trembles When it’s approached… The horde! Riding they come from the East On their fire beasts In their hands they bring desolation Ground quakes beneath foe's feet The bluish smoke covers them all The horde!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
In a cold dense fog Rats huddle in their nest Their pestilence permeates all Leaving a trace in the air The hunt begins with the stench Predators begin the hunt They shall hunt every rat They devour their flesh and bones Rats run in a bloodbath Their guts are scattered Scavengers devour Their flesh and bones Butchered by predators Rats devour other rats Pigs also join the carrion feast
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Beyond the deep of desert It’s what all of we want Infinite power granted by Black gold Barbarians massacre tribes Blood flows by the dunes Towns are taken as slaves Those who fight are decapitated Sandstorm hides those who Came from the North The Legion The Legion of the North Protects the black gold With blazing fire Sands of desert shall be bathed in blood In blood of barbarians Barbarians burn the towns Barbarians shall burn under the fire of The Legion
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Grey curtain falls, Breaking the silence of night, Bringing with itself dismalness Mercenaries join their allies in battle, Come to die for a lost cause In a desolate and distant land Treated like human scum Spilled blood of mercenaries never dries Their flesh and bones Shall be eaten by maggots In Death fields The howling through the sky Descends devastating henchmen's shelter While Death passes through their eyes Darkened sky by grey smoke Battle ends with total death Treated like human scum Spilled blood of mercenaries never dries
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
With its fire it reduces foe domain to ashes Wandering through steppes with thirst for extermination It crosses forests and bogs In its throat it brings death scream Behind it only ruins and total decimation remain With its breath it burns enemy bunkers and trenches It crosses forests and bogs In its throat it brings death scream Its fire descends terrorising mercilessly With its storm of hatred Incendiary storm of its breath Melts battalions It crosses forests and bogs In its throat it brings death scream Death scream
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
It emerges as a whisper in the wind on a cloudy day It flies over plains in search of a prey Hungry for living flesh Enemy positions are the prey Terror of death is instilled in its rapacious flight On its wings are hopelessness and death Hungry for living flesh Enemy positions are the prey Invisible to eye until it appears as a lighthouse Bloodthirsty it flies in the stillness of dawn Hungry for living flesh Enemy positions are the prey
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026