Sing as You Slay
The Gorgon bites, The Gorgon likes, To steal your soul The Gorgon likes, The Gorgon strikes, To turn you to stone Emotionally, you're masonry You are so cold The crumbling towers Of her powers Her architecture unfolds. Her boulevards, her avenues, Her spinning minarets, Her gabled grains, Her marble veins A stony arabesque Her moss strewn tomb Her concrete womb Archaic but blessed Her endless maze A world engraved By a greater architect You go in there, to prove you're cool Now you're stone - so who's the fool?
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
(Lonely dreamers are bound, A sweeter evil ne'er found). True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank; A ferlie he spied we' his e'e; And there he saw a ladye bright Down by the Eildon Tree. Her mantle o' the velvet fyne; At ilka tett o' her horse's mane, Hung fifty siller bells and nine. True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap, And louted down on his knee 'Hail to thee Mary, Queen of Heaven! For thy peer on earth could never be. 'O no, O no, Thomas' she said, 'That name does not belong to me; That am hither come to visit thee 'Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said; 'Harp and carp along we' me; And if ye dare to kiss my lips, Sure of your body I will be 'Betide me weal, betide me woe That weird shall never daunten me.' Syne he has kiss'd her rosy lips, Underneath the Eildon Tree.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Ancient fire burning Lord of Hell returning All the people mourning They know Death is coming! Evil Priests in black robes Swarm around like microbes Serve their master's needs With their darkened deeds Ancient fire burning Lord of Hell returning All the people mourning They know Death is coming New star in the night sky Like some giant red eye Bathes the earth below In eerie cosmic glow All the world now in thrall Exalted shadow will fall A shadow from the East The banners of The Beast! Tide has turned it's blood red All alive or undead Now and ever after Satan is your master!
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Rise and wake my Uruk-Hai Under the gaze of Sauron's eye For dark Mordor and Isengard Strike them down - hit them hard! Sauron waits and he waits in vain For possession of the master ring With evil thoughts dark lords entwine Mankind needs the strength to die! Rise and wake my Uruk-Hai Under the gaze of Sauron's eye For dark Mordor and Isengard Strike them down - hit them hard! Grant them pain and give me power As I wait in this fucking tower In blasphemy of elves and men Crushed under blades of deadly sin See their pain and see my power Destruction reigns, creation flowers So strike forth my bastard horde The sons of whores shall rule the world A white hand grasps for the master ring I'll crown myself the evil king Of Middle-earth of Endor all For us to rise - the gods must fall! Marching forth under blackened skies
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom In the land of M'nar, beside a vast, still lake No more stands mighty Sarnath, a doom they did awake Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom The eerie beings of dark Ab descended from the moon In a luminous mist which matched their pale green hue To hail the water lizard, Bokrog was his name Rise for Sarnath Fight for Sarnath Ride for Sarnath Die for Sarnath Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom The men they marched from Sarnath to slay these beings so odd To desecrate the idol of their evil god Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom The eerie beings of Ab were lost in time to man While the might of Sarnath well, it grew more and more But then the strange lights they appeared in the night time sky The sign of doom the great priest he mad before he died Fear for Sarnath Pray for Sarnath Pray for Sarnath Fear for Sarnath From hell, We Spell, Your Doom From hell, We Spell, Your Doom From hell, We Spell, Your Doom From hell, We Spell, Your Doom T'was then that iron shadows descended from the moon The revenge of Bokrog was coming soon A madness born of horror, came bubbling through the night An unrepentant terror, with evil bulging eyes The pride for Sarnath The doom for Sarnath The hate for Sarnath Doom for Sarnath Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom Bokrog, Kadatheron, the sign of doom
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
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An eerie night bathed by moonlight on the Keighley Moors A strange troop of men climb the hill again: folk lock their doors Lamps on the hillside – burning flames under crooked trees And the old rock flaunts its silence in the winter's breeze Come in child; don't let the devil in – hark not that lonely evil These are strange times in which we dwell Chorus: The Dark Brothers in the mist, Follow the lull of their secret tryst, For the great god Jarbulon An oath sworn on the Ashlar stone Light the fire and I'll tell you a tale of the times long past, When the rock was still so ancient; there druids sat In times of old in Brigantia's foldwhen the Celts held sway The great rock stood and drank their blood on the solstice day And in the Dark Age time when the Vikings arrived the dark rock saw Infernal rites held to the skies and the lord of war, And I heard tell there that under Norman's glare The Knights Templar came To pray to the baphomet and their dark covens make Its been many years since sabbats on the hill they reigned And witches laughed through the hoary nights devils to raise The grey stone sits in silence but its shadow looms And called the souls of evil men towards their dooms
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
A palm of vengeance - A hand of doom A bony finger - Point's to your most secret room An Ivory key - And past we go Resist me not - My dear fellow A talisman of power A path straight to your heart Where I shall devour, That which you've kept apart, And all your secrets, will be laid bare Your darkest thoughts at which I'll stare With the Hand of Glory! A stroll through your house, In the dead of night A great man helpless Prostrate under a hand of fright Your woman lies dead Your house is torn And so I bid you adieu, And leave you so forlorn. I greet your dancing demons - With a curt hello And readily ignore them - And invisible now I go All's fair in love and war And sorcery And so now I proceed To take your soul away from Thee
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025