Battles in the Farm

"Swine of Satan, I hail thee ! Tomorrow is the day when our King, the Horned Pig, shall return ! So together we shall now execute the Christian farmers ! Gruiiiiik..." From the darkened spheres of the Swinerealms to the depths of the human mud The frozen winds of winter are lashing the souls of the Christian farmers who will spill their blood By night the Pig Spirits wander and infernal grunts disturb the farmers' sleep Pigeonized they lie, paralyzed by terror as the blasphemous voice rings from the deep Battles, battles in the farm "Those straight-tailed beasts, those hairless primates They shall be mine, they shall be dead... Gruik !" From his deadwhite throne, the Hog is watching Looking down from the winter skies The ethereal winds carrying his contempt for the human kind trapped in their lies Battles, battles in the farm For the Pigs of the Swinerealms Battles in the farm.

The moon is rising, bathing the old farm in unholy light The Farmers are sleeping, blinded by their Christian ignorance The Swine leave their pighouse and head to the North Guided by the cursed chants of ancient necrodark pigeons To find the Demonducks, earthly heirs of Satan Who can defeat the blind still believing in God Swine of Satan - Gruiiik ! Unholy descendants of evil pigeondarkness Swine of Satan - Gruiiik ! Satanic animals of northern necrogrimness In the grim frostbitten swamps, the Demonswine are marching seeking the Eternal Knowledge of Time before Time When the Demonducks shall appear, bestow the Power upon them The Might to curse the Farmers and let them suffer in eternal Hell The scarlet moon's high, let the ritual begin Throw the Bread in the swamp for the Demonducks to eat ! And soon the brown mud tainted itself red, their rotten beaks piercing through the haze... "Demonduck ! Give me the Power ! Bestow me your Infinite Might, o Lord of Darkness, to slay down the Slaves who are poisoning our farm !" "Kill the Christian Rabbits, offer them in Sacrifice to our Lord the Winged Hog, he needs more Lifeblood before the grunting hordes of Demonswine may descend and turn this Farm into a swine-made Black Inferno... Quack, quack, quack, quack !!!"

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

The Council of Beasts is to happen soon, the human tyranny has come to an end Gathering animals beneath the pale moon, determined to escape the Farmers' command "Look at yourselves, pitiful slaves ! Don't ye know what they've planned for ye ? Come into our meek pighouse, you Rabbits, here dwells the evidence of your Doom !" And the Rabbits followed them - they couldn't be more blind, completely unaware of what the Pigs had in their minds With freshly picked Carrots, they were waiting in stealth, wrapped them up in a cow skin and enlarged them to death In agony they screamed, like Christians on the Pear, and hearing all those cries the whole farmyard trembled with fear Once again pigeonized, the Farmers lay awake, so they came to the kitchen while the Swine built up a stake... Farmyard Beasts, Wrath Unleashed They came out to the farmyard to begin the Black Mass, feasting around a dead Rabbit with a carrot in the ass Animals crawled in their barns, hidden and terrorized "Unless the Farmer kills us all, one hundred more shall die !" Farmyard Beasts, Wrath Unleashed retour

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

"Welcome ! To the farm in ruins again ! The wind whispers besides the feed tower, Rabbit corpses will show us the way ! We are collected woeful around a book made of pigeonflesh. Bring us the pig !" So spoke the Swine on this night of Sacrifice, as the acrid smoke of the burning Rabbit corpses rose to the sky... Then rang the sound of bones thrown into the well "Never mind" said the Swine, "when they wake up they'll burn straight in Hell. Gruiiik !" Draw a pentacle on the ground, put a piece of bread inside and a feather in your ass In Nomine Canardum - QUACK ! Demonducks - RISE ! Hear the sound of beating wings ! Hear the mighty chants of war of the quacking Hordes of Hell ! Behold their grim yellow beaks as they drown the Farm again in their darkness... "You foolish screwtails ! What have you done, the Farmer's awake and soon you'll be gone ! Behold the kitchen garden, among those plants hides the only way, your only chance... Now I'm getting old, my dark wings are torn but over there in town, a Pigeon was born Summon his name, for we Birds shall never fail... Quack, quack, quack, quack !" Hail Demonducks, Ave Demonducks, Salve Demonducks, Farmer Fuck !

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

In the kitchen garden, behind the farm was a secret treasure hidden from their sight There stood the leeks, all two feet tall Majestic and grim, they pierced the night So a Swine sneaked out of the farm, wandering beneath the burning night Reaching the garden, he stole some leeks, trampling the bejeweled slugs - anyway they would die ! The Farmer's baby will be baptized, impaled on the leeks of doom ! Here's the device of their demise, the Winged Hog is coming soon ! Through the blood of Sacrifice we celebrate the Crimson Moon ! For the Horned Pig will rise to uphold His reign of gloom ! Walking back into the battle raging in the middle of the farmyard He'd crush the rabbits with this Sceptre of Doom and take on the barns...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Alone in the winter night, far above the misty streets The Pigeon flies, his dark rotten wings beaten by the wind Searching for preys, innocent victims of the unholy fowl He will descend and they shall rot as he empties his bowels Struck by mourning and wrath in his majestic flight The Pigeon heads to the ancient farm into the winter night The Demonswine summoned his name, for the unholy war has begun For the Kings of the Swinerealms' names were stained by Christian blood "Soon Vengeance will be mine by the Pigeon and the Swine Under the grim moonlight, the Farmers shall bleed Far above the world I fly, the Pantheon I defy The Hordes of Ducks to the battle I will lead !" Pigeon - Mighty Pigeondark ! Pigeon - All swine stride at the gate with the mighty Pigeon !

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Unsilent Pigeons in the farm abyss, a sign for the Swinehordes to ride Throned by brownstorms, the Farmer's getting empty while his crab louses swim against the tide Frozen by asswinds upon his deadwhite throne, he's grunting like an Immortal through the holes of Eternity Cursing the beans on that day of silent sorrow, he bitterly tastes the triumph of bestiality Storming through brown clouds and intestinal winds, the Winterbeasts descend in eminent silence Circling above, swine after swine, they ride steelclad Ducks quacking their battle chants Grabbing their leeks, they get ready for action, one by one they land beyond the north barn Slowly they summon their brown smell of destruction, proudly concluding their Journey to the Farm "In my farmyard cold, its ravishing pigness Cursed into eternity, Swine of Northern Darkness" "Peggy, Hog of the Depths, I summon thee... Gruiiik !" Sneaking in winterhaze, the Demons lead the fight Quacking ducks, grunting pigs, cucumbers brandished high Pumpkin-throwing artillery, they tear down the walls Hang their cat, rape their dog and go for every hole ! Sound of claws grinding flesh, run away from the sharp beak Grinning teeth, beating wings, gooses buttfucked with a leek Blood was spilled, feathers fell, dead beasts piled up in the yard One by one, the old barns started burning in the night As we behold this tragedy unseen, hear the cries from the mourning farm Smell the Pigs enthroned as Kings of the Swinerealms Taste their scythes and tails - feel the harm Behold the Kings of the Swinerealms, on their deadwhite thrones, grunting, watching Farmageddon.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Back in the dark depths of time, when Mother Sow fucked Father Swine Drowned beneath the pigeonstorms, dead bodies devoured by worms Consumed barns lie in abandon, no one survived Farmageddon Forever those ruins shall be damned, green shadows roaming till the end Funeral Frog ! The woods whisper its mourning cry. If it bites you your soul will die, if you kill it it will return, if you eat it your ass will burn. On the dreary paths around, the Frog awaits without a sound When hunters come across its way, in those grim woods they'll pass away...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

(Burzum song pigeonized by the Swine Of Satan)

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025