The Call...
Cold landscapes of silence's reign Invade my soul, storm of power Frozen mountains covered with snow Overwhelming my thoughts of fury Little human in its form and spirit Shall never reach this level of might May it suffer the Nature's anger Driven away by the Winds of Hate When the scum has disappeared The Great Entity shall rule again And the ethereal godless forces Will possess the entire surface of Earth Little human in tis form and spirit Shall never reach this level of might May it suffer the Nature's anger Driven away by the Winds of Hate
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Jun 22, 2026
Crouching and breathing in the fog Black horses coming down the hill Double-edged swords and battleaxes Red-eyed spectres obssessed by their will Observing the future dead city They wait for the order to attack Kill!!! Devastating the temple of innocence Devastating the temple of ignorance Restoring the ancient order Restoring the ancient valor Not a word - burn the women and children Not a thought - impale the remaining sheep No remorse - hoist the flag of victory Nary a memory - leave the place dying
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Far above the human misery... i become the Entity Omnipotence and purity of spirit Be the weapons I now possess No longer belong to the dying mass Fol life is away... Eternity is mine Onwards I penetrate the darkest woods The whispers they guide my soul Transcending this mortal flesh Entering the forest of knowledge Superior spirits united they gather Conquering the throne of human existence Nightly haunting dreams of ignorant sheep Everyday changing their laughs into screams Now I reign among them We are all Torturing our martyrs No longer be proud of their creed Their kingdom weak, their future lost Condemned to stagnation, fear and disillusion Far above the human misery I stand in control of destiny Forever it shall belong to me For now I am the Entity Onwards I penetrate the darkest woods The whispers they guide my soul Transcending this mortal tomb Dwelling in the forest of knowledge
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Can you hear it in the distance The Call for Extinction In a savage storm we roll Marching forth to Conquest A cry for desolation A howling in the night A blade for the dying Fists of the North, Triumphant Our names be whispered On the winds from the North A frozen warning From a fang filled wind The scent of Apocalypse Subzero Purification Weaving a web of Holocaust And misery everlasting A cry for desolation A howling in the night A blade for the dying Fists of the North, Triumphant Can you hear it in the distance The Call for Extinction In a savage storm we roll Marching forth to Conquest
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Transilvanian hunger the mountain so cold Cold cold soul cold Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ... To haunt, to haunt forever at night Take me can't you feel the call Embrace me eternally in your daylight slumber To be draped by the shadow of your morbid palace Ohh, hate living... The only heat is warm blood So pure... So cold Transilvanian hunger Hail to the true, intense vampires A story made for divine fulfillment To be the one's breathing a wind of sorrow Sorrow and fright the dearest katharsis Beautiful evil self to be the morbid count A part of a pact that is delightfully immortal Feel the call freeze you with the uppermost desire Transilvanian hunger, my mountain is cold So pure... Evil, cold Transilvanian hunger
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026