Where Cold Steel Gleams

Since (the) universe in death was born I gave sermon Sermon of plague, blood and firesand Reflected by the pyramid‘s peak Embrace my offering, fill your chalice with the Spirit of Evil

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

They ride, our plains, their banners flattering high Searching, their truth, beneath our iron skies The hammer of gods, to spread the injustice Infidel, battery, your days are numbered! Flaming hooves stomping living to death, poor martyrs nostrils delated, oculus faded, tail like a mace Riders a shadow, swords can’t be defended, the sound of clashing steel Helmets of smoke, armor of fog, banner a flame, glove like a hammer Citadel rise! Heaven reopens and spreads its wings, dark clouds of pain Scourging flashes enlighten their bodies, they’re torn apart Whiplash of gloom it swallows all light, prefer the darkness Citadel’s pulpit reflecting their fate, it mirrors fire! We fly (over), our plains, our wings are flattering high, The citadel rises, beneath our iron skies, Unholy, victory, be ours for evermore, Our realm, our reign, our command

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Branches of the iron forest bring, Wrapped in windy conduct, Lore of nature grim and brute. Say, shall it be THEIR BATTLE CRY? They’re coming for you! Returning hate for hate! “It was you!” – but it wasn’t us, We haven’t touched the limbs of the squaw! Spared the demon in our choler, For the good of the potion and our might! PERCEIVE! IMMINENCE! THE MOB! RAVAGE! PERCEIVE! IMMINENCE! THE MOB! RAVAGE! My eyes, they cannot see My ears, they cannot hear, The rats, my spies, crawling hither, whimpering (Vigilance Renewed) My skin, it can not feel My tongue, it can not taste, The bats, my spies, flathering hither, whimpering VIGILANCE RENEWED

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

You stand together, the raging mob, you raise your torches, to compel us For life, and for freedom, you dare to strive, There is no independence (for thee!), you bow to us (and) to the witch IRON CHAINS – Slaying the Apostles of Zyrbataar IRON CHAINS – Unworthy existence, you die by fire IRON CHAINS – Slaying the Apostles of Zyrbataar IRON CHAINS – Unworthy Existence, braise on our pyre The Sound of clinking chains, like a chime of a graveyard`s bell, Embraces all your thoughts, like a rope around your necks Continue (with) your collection of wooden bones, For it to be the last time you`ll ever serve

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

At the foot of the mountain called Tar’naaht stands the altar of a gruesome witch Venomous phantom with cold hands The wisdom of millenniums burns in her glance And out of her hut a tantalising stench of blood The witches head in herbal fog And wormwood in her boiling pot A scuffed dagger always by her hands The blade encrusted by blood and sand The witches’ realm, the mountainside Tar’naaht looms up to rape the sky There’s a thin line between madness and hate Where cold steel gleams in the shadows of the infernal gate When ice and snow were burned and gone through burning swords of mother sun Crushed rocks made the glaciers’ deathbed Grave goods of the living dead The old hag wandered in the darkness With cold, bleak eyes and sword always by her side

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

A site avoided by humane, Redoubtable, disdained, Haunted by the older spirits, Just a myth, they say Diffuse shadows signing of on stone walls, by ash and chalk distorted grimace, burning hooves Antrum’s bottom, strewn with bones The Ground is shaking, chunks, they fall Mist flows out the cave’s mouth Foul reek spreading, acid fume Something looms, pay heed! YOU won’t control the GREAT BEAST But me….. GREAT BEAST it smells your fear, Pay heed! The Incantation: I summon the demon, the terrible evil, It is the time foretold millennia ago, To subdue the infidel beings, To consolidate our power (forever and ever!) I call upon you, beast, rise up from the mud and the bones of Xar’Ghol, Be docile and listen to us, To enslave the mob, To consolidate our kingdom Great beast, been calling for you your spit is like black wax you (shall) feast, stuff your hunger swill all, leave no one back Great beast, I wanted you to swill all, left no one back did feast, stuffed your hunger your spit is like black wax

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Nebulous curtains stand, heaven, zenith! Cover the candle glimmer, vision concealed! Piling, warning, rests the mist, direction not clear Flaming, blazing iciness, land triste and bare These are the shadows to unify THE CALL OF THE OATH This land is reigned by the gale The gale, it rules, the vale, of Bel’ranaar The gale it rules, the vale, of Bel’ranaar

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Part I: Beholding the Altars of Might We hunt with burning eyes, our vision’s not clear Beholding the altars of might in the distance A call so unbearably cold…. excruciating……and evil “Nine black pyramids! Monoliths in the middle of the magic circle Standing in a kaleidoscopic twilight at the end of all agony” Part II: The Scripts of Terror The blade splits the gaze of the damned Bestial orgies… A distant call to madness, as we read the olden words of hate: “The blood of kings will flow from golden jars down the red river of time And you are summoned! Into the caverns of the dying moon!” Part III: Descend to Madness Descend! Forward! Down! A great feast is waiting for us to appear! Part IV: Destruction of Being Destruction of being in the shadow of Tar'naaht The towers are in ruins and winter is approaching Plague, blood and firesand! Mercy, we have never known! Burning the walls of Bel'ranaar … with cold, dim eyes… And, in the distance, nine black pyramids Monoliths in the middle of the magic circle Standing in a kaleidoscopic twilight brought forth by total destruction

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026