The White Crematorium 2.0 (The Revenge of the Failed)
We bring death to the tundra We force the resistance on their knees We feel no human compassion When we burn down their villages and murder their breed We are the filth of the Third Reich A fury of despised unleashed For us no honour or monument Just a headless corpse in a nameless grave With bloodlust in our eyes We murdered hundreds of wounded enemies We slashed them with long knives and threw the bloodied limbs into the pits of fire We bring death to Russia We butcher Iwan on his knees We feel no human compassion When we burn down their villages and root out their seeds We have sworn the oath to destroy the enemies of Wotan We were told they are also the enemies of God Für uns kein Blut und Ehre But a nameless corpse in the grave of the deceased Hunted down by the army of the Red Star We are running for our lives in this marathon of death And for the remembrance of your loved-ones A pyramid of human bones we erect Beware the filth and the fury A trail of bloodshed we hauled We rape your women and murder your children Until the resistance is butchered and their national spirit broken Wotan, give us strength Give us hearts of stone when we commit murder We spit in the eye of the eagle We point our hate to the cursed swastika Für uns kein Blut und Ehre But a nameless corpse in the graves of the deceased We are the filth of the Third Reich A fury of despised unleashed Für uns kein Blut und Ehre.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
I turn my eyes to Dagon Our great god Flat on his divine face In the Temple of Oannis We feel no more glory about the battle of Aphek What sacrifice is needed for victory? Enemies who speak in tongues of fire Purify us in black flames We burn... oh god we burn! We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words "Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us, For his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god" This blasphemy will be avenged upon us Our blood will colour the earth blood-red And it will be licked away by the dog-gods Darkness will be upon us for three horrible days Pestilence and death creep over our land Flocks of bugs will ruin our crops Blistering flashes from the skies Onslaught the enemies of Israel We are the damned race Cursed by the wrath of Yahweh Our millennial resurrection Shall be smothered in blood I turn my eyes to Ba'al Our great god Powerlessly staring at the horizon In the temple of Created Things We feel no more glory about the battle of Afek What sacrifice is needed for victory? Those who speak in tongues of distemper Purify us in black flames The fire-spitting demon Azazel Spreads his blackened wings The earth is drenched in the blood of Goliath 7 months of suffering Lord Ba'al, creator of our fertile earth Majestic father and king of gods and men Master of the mountains, ruler of the rainstorms We bow down before thy splendour Lord Ba'al-El, god of life and fertility Intermit the continual combat with the god Mot Show the leech of Yahweh thy might And slay the Hebrews and their ravaging god We bow down in shame and whisper powerless words "Let not the ark of the God of Israel be with us, For his hand is hard on us and on Dagon our god" Release us from the suffering Before thine erected sacred altars we beg We are smitten with divine abominations Unshackle us from death and sterility And destroy the realm of the circumcised
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Scorching lungs the fall-out funeral Buries deep the doomed workers Feebly shoveling lead and sand To quench 2000 degrees of fire In this gargantuan tumour The choice had already been made Safety or Siberia Positive void coefficient Retraction of power rods inefficient A flawed design in monstrous proportions Blows the 1000-tonne roof yards high The Ukrainian star burns bright in the sky A thousand tons of steel and cement Dispersed like a cancerous cough Eager to hush it all up the denying Kremlin Dispatches liquidators embalmed in radiation Uncontrollable contamination Glowing nuclear devastation Magnificent no 4. Now melting uncontrollably And the name of the star is called Wormwood And the third part of the waters became wormwood And many men died of the waters Because they were made bitter [Revelation 8:10-11] Red glory turns to green light Apocalyptic fires blaze Scorching lungs the fall-out funeral Buries deep the doomed workers Graphite evaporates Oozing invisible death Feebly shoveling lead and sand To quench 2000 degrees of fire Attending their fall-out funeral This monstrous colossus Radiating cancer For generations to come 20, 000 tonnes of steel and cement Cover the tumorous spider Awaiting her next victims The Concrete Sarcophagus
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Charles V was old and weak when he abdicated his throne Philip II was impopular but his only son He was no statesman but a crusader of the Roman Church A grave and somber man resolved to a heretic purge The hunt on the heretics brought the Dutch in state of war 200 nobles petitioned Philip to not institute the feared Inquisition Court Philip refused the petition and burned more heretics at the stake A mass revolt broke out feeded with unanimous hate "Yea we pull down the images of the false church We pillage the temples of the popery Defacing the paintings and tapestries of ancient Rome With a fierce contempt we destroy the symbols of the dishonest" The Dutch stubborn as always started to provoke Philip II Mass revolts in the Netherlands start with anti-Catholic looting The Iconoclasm Fury broke out and idolatry burnt Philip was outraged and condemned the Netherlands to the Bloodcampaign The ravagings of the churches filled Philip with great disgust "Strangle, burn, behead them!" He ordered punishment with iron fist He sent duke Alva to the Netherlands with 20.000 Spanish troops Arrived in Brussels he immediately instituted the feared Council of Blood Cruel religious terror swept over the land with a relentless full force His Counter Reformation sentenced countless people to be burned upon the stake Heretic corpses everywhere, columns and stakes await in every single street The Duke punished with an art of torture beyond Saddams wildest fantasies Silhouettes of butcheries and martyrdoms - A new skyline was born To terrify the Dutch he killed Count Egmond and Lord Hoorne A shockwave went through Holland because they had always been faithful to the King of Spain The Dutch stubborn as always started to provoke Philip II Mass revolts in the Netherlands start with anti-Catholic looting The Iconoclasm Fury broke out and idolatry burnt Philip was outraged and condemned the Netherlands to the Bloodcampaign "Yea we pull down the images of the false church We pillage the temples of the popery Defacing the paintings and tapestries of ancient Rome With a fierce contempt we destroy the symbols of the dishonest" Philip II felt betrayed and ordered:"The Silent must be slain" The Stadholder of Orange died in Delft lying in a pool of blood The Dutchman may have lost their Chief but their National Spirit reinforced
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
[On September 29, 1941, the Nazis began hearding Kyiv's Jews into the ravines of Babi Yar where they were stripped and shot. In the first 72 hours, 33,000 Jews were shot. By the end of the frenzy, over 150,000 Jews and and thousands of Roma were murdered. Kyiv's Jewish population was destroyed. This instrumental track composed and played by AJ van Drenth from the reborn Dutch cult doom band Beyond Belief represents the sad, miserable and haunted atmosphere in the ravines of Babi Yar where thousands of souls found their eternal rest.]
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Risen from the seed of Enki With consent of the God-father Anu We are the working race Created in the temples of SCH.RUPPAK The Masters ride the midnight sky In their lucent chariots of thunder Those who behold the radiant face of the Gods Died eyeless, scorched and ablaze And God-slaves we are Suffering in the mines of our Masters We populate the fields of E.DIN The base of the Gods from Nibiru-Phaëton The days of Sodom are counted Destroyers come down from the Phaëton realm To devour the mutinous creatures of Enki Unwilling to bow for the God-father Anu The Lord was the blessed name they carried Composed from the leeches of the Kosmos The Gods must be slain So mankind will be blessed with their wisdom In the darkest depths of AB.ZU With the vulpine Snake on our side Ruler of the underworld of E.DIN We conspire against our Masters After the dismantling of the alien Gods We become divine
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
The Crescent Moon banner and Swastika flag fought side by side Halal-Nazi terror swept in full force over the Balkan sands In the name of Mein Kampf and the Qur'an they fulfil the order To cleanse the Umma-Reich from the sons of Zion The Mufti formed the divisions Skanderberg and Handzjar with 8,000 fanatical SS-Muslim volunteers Husseini and Himmler inspected the battalions of the loyal non-Aryan Muslim SS Skanderberg and Handzjar stand quiver and straight to accomplish the Nazi-Jihad Driven by the Sharia, Islam-soldiers obey and hail to Allah and the Reich The Caucasus plains coloured blood red, the Umma seems to be redeemed from the Jews Hitler was amused by this useful hate and promised Husseini The Final Solution The purification of the Zionists from his beloved Palestinia In the Mosque of Sarajevo he spread his ideas and called the Bosnians "The Best of the Islam" The Crescent Moon banner and Swastika flag fought side by side Even the Germans were shocked by their religious urge for infidel bloodshed Halal-Nazi terror swept in full force over the Balkan sands Survivors of the pogroms were deported to the Polish death camps In the name of Mein Kampf and the Qur'an they fulfil the order to cleanse Balkan grounds from any undesirables To cleanse the Umma-Reich from the sons of Zion It will come Allah Akhbar Beware of the Fourth Reich
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Plodding on through the sucking grey mud The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay That in springs past sprung not a single bud For fear of more death or total dismay Though shells may plow clean the fields Burning the crops and mauling the mud The wind brings only death from a vat Fertile by cold blood a young man yields Innocent yet mangled in gruesome combat Spewing blackest bile the gas claims one more Cold death comes creeping through the trench If not by shells maimed or crazied long before A cloud of mustard takes half of those deployed Ghastly faces peer back in black or hues of grey The grandiose arrogance, victory as agony intent Lifeless by the commanders that them did betray The mindrape of the spectacle of dehumanization Viral god wields his festering scythe of gangrene By endless flashes of mortar or the cadaveric stench Ghostly faces peer through the veil of celluloid "Creeping like a snake from a can The slithering stench of yellow death Chemical flame of decay Burning skin and intestine Regurgitating the bloody guts Spewing last life from a wretched soul Live for life, kill for all that is wrong He drags himself to safety" Death in the Perimeter Where furious endearment once was cradled, Crippled by crossfire, but firm of will Live for life, kill for all that is wrong He drags himself to safety, Death in the Perimeter The need to bleed to gain a yard of mud Plodding on through the sucking grey mud The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay That in springs past sprung not a single bud For fear of more death or total dismay Burning holes in his battered back Eyes and mind leaning on the fair horizon But his heart drowning in trench war clay Fertile by cold blood a young man yields Shredded by barbed wire Screaming shrapnel, incandescent hail
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
They expect us to die as harmless victims But our spirit is one with the weeping Mother Russia Digging the Russian bloodgold with our bare hands But why am I alive and not dead in this white crematorium? Snow fills my lungs in this perpetual winter It is November 1954, I pray for my own death How can I prolong in this endless winter? The remoteness and isolation condemn me to this frozen limbo A simultaneous destruction of people opposed to the Red Monarch We are all part of the Shamman prophecy, the purge of Stalin "As "the enemies of the people" We perish in the goldmines of the cold North Synonymous with the horrors of the Holocaust With fear in our eyes we whisper the phrase "Kolyma means death" Sickness and cold, bitterness and hunger In this endless winter grief is never absent Kolyma means death" Removing the gold from the frozen ground of Kolyma We are the lagerniks, the residents of the Gulag Empire We demand to the snowy mountain peaks Where the souls of the dead find their eternal rest. We shall remember the phrase "Kolyma means death" Die Partei, die Partei, die hat immer Recht! Und, Genossen, es bleibe dabei; Denn wer kämpft fur das Recht, Der hat immer recht. Gegen Luge und Ausbeuterei. Wer das Leben beleidigt, Ist dumm oder schlecht. Wer die Menschheit verteidigt, Hat immer recht. So, aus Leninschem Geist, W?chst, von Stalin geschweißt, Die Partei - die Partei - die Partei.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
'Das Hakenkreuz ist unsere Sonne, Der Sieg ist ein Gebot Das Reich ist das Paradies auf Erden Und der Fuhrer ist unser Gott In der Schule lernen wir Geschichte, Die Geschichte unseres Volkes Deutschland siegt an allen Fronten Und die Welt ist ganz wehrlos!' Immun fur die Wahrheit, vorbereitet auf den Tod Sie kämpfen fur den Fuhrer gegen die Armees aus dem Osten 'Die Unmenschen aus dem Osten sind die Feinde des Reiches Und fur die Lehre des Kommunismus bezahlt die Menschheit den höchsten Preis Darum mussen wir sie ausradieren, die Jugend ist bereit! Wir marschieren geradewegs nach Moskau, wir verhuten Weltsklaverei!' Sie sind die 'letzte Hoffnung', Lagern in den Straßen von Berlin Der Tod schleicht durch den Abendwind Und presst die Seele aus dem Kind Wenn der Todesengel fur sie kommt, Ist die Jugend bereit? Mit den Händen um die Panzerfaust, Wollen sie sterben fur das Reich? 'Die jämmerliche Armee marschiert sofort in Todes' Mund Das letzte Zucken des Dritten Reiches hat sich entzund Kinderaugen starren in die Luft, Mit dem Brustkorb restlos verwustet Des Fuhrer's letzte - und treueste Linie Liegt blutend auf dem Boden Die Kinder marschieren reihenweise Zum Himmel, herzhaft so herzhaft Sie haben ihr Blut gegeben Und betreten nun das Kinderreich'
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025