Deathmass of the Gravedancer

Blood starts to boil Detachment of sulphur and sweat Torn apart, crushed, damaged And dug not to grow up ever again An ancient, brutal force Call of stars that passed away Those whose witnessed the fall of chaos and birth of matter penetrate and watch I fell Them - my blood starts to boil I fell Them - Their call will never pass away

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

No one fears the union If night breeds the tritium No life hails the throne If molested angels lie dead Forgotten chaos contaminates the spaces A place where night sleeps drunk Tears of planet flows through mother's womb Sad woman burned in radiation Crueal elemental on a hallowed ground Abraham' seed crawls beneath red sun Liquid desert swallows all that is civilised as awolf silence devours the night

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Damned words, for which gestures and signes were missed Ecstasy of a rotten in his solitude priest Rotten to the core - stumps of hand are risen Rotten to the core - blind eyes cannot see the salvation On the throne, that becomes a rotten wood Only vultures feast on this holy desert

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Order of destruction, bestial violence prevails Seven sins of death, seven mighty blasts of hell Worshippers of war, your lair is their grave Gift of flesh hurts, skeletons are a part of earth Panzer whores fuck their mothers with your cannons Your phallus shall strike again with uranized steel

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Black ribbons and lights A silent song of the terrified ones Baptism of fire will swallow everything Dirty walls will be demolished Baptism of fire Gloomy abyss of tied up and frightened soul Waiting for salvation in fire

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The deepest of all the wells Dried from the very beginning There, where no one can see Echo cannot find the bottom to be resounded The oldest of all the wells Black and impenetrable Like the night before the birth of the first stars A terrible pupil of one-eyed demiurge For a glory of her depth altars were raised Made of stones lapidating the victims before Thou deepest one, without bottom Thou deepest one, without beginning

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The diary of insanity, the implacable call Thrown into oblivion, thremendous revolt Despair's testimony of the servent of the Gods The lair of the aversion and of the upcoming force And I know the prophecy and the essence of forgotten tales And I feel external existence, let me tell you Terryfing masterpiece, the book of black earth For many years extinct weirdness Lurking grief at the bottom of one's mind Forbidden art, it's time to mortify Myths and rituals from the darkest days Inconceivable beings, the mystery of space Primeval ilusions locked in the true images It can't be a delusion what awaits so many ages And I know the prophecy and the essence of forgotten tales And I feel external existence, let me tell you Final touch of the farthest curse Fathomless knowledge, realm of madness Wildest power on the highest throne Beware of Necronomicon Born from the power of ancient dream Bequethed to our race, breeding an unknown fear Holding his horrid conscience, awareness of times to come Imbued with tribulation of predicted days Immortal mind's legacy written against inevitability Improbable malevolence hidden in prophecies Forseen anguish of mankind, things waiting to be unchained Unavoidable sadness, the last part of the Ancient Ones

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I am lord of my acts I am lord of my flash I am slave of my memories I am slave of my dreams Primeval laws Hidden in my mind Hidden in river sleeping memories Hidden in the windless twilight Hidden in the northern lands Hear my cry Look into my holy memories

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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