The Sons of the Darkness

Autumn has spread its grey, depressive wings The forest is going to wither again Cold winds started to ride over the night Dead leaves are dancing in the ground once again Freezing rain falls through the veil of mists Far away on a distant northern realm Where the wolves feed free from the hearts of the weak And the frost paints all with his cruel white hands Nocturnal Crown began to shine over mountain tops And started to bring pale light to the night sky The Black Clouds are slowly gathering in the north Over Dark Majesty of the ancient stone Mountains Storm arises from the east, announcing new aeon An era of the Gammadion, the symbol of might The sign of Aryan supremation, ultimate wisdom The gates shall all become opened wide jerusalem shall fall in raging flames The last subhuman shall die on the cross Aryan Victory Banner shall be raised high When The Black Clouds will gather over Dark Majesty...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Groans of the wreathing fleshes and dying in eternal agony surrounds me... Face! Cursed in the black onyx stone looks on me dispassionate Its power and magic are mighty! I am in the land of the shadows cursed in eternity... An old trees mocking from the human existence - them who has understand the equilibrium and wisdom. Firmament adorned by the start gives silver glare to the night and makes an atmosphere of impenetrable gloom. I was born to kill weak sheep, I feel the power that flows in my veins! Ruins of heaven extend above me... The glory is near, but we must be united The abyss full of sorrow and silence - I am here and here I will stay! Surrounded by the trees and shadows, I am dancing in dark delight... I stand on the ground where the cross will never stand!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

The lost secrets and mourned might never will return... Watching with disgust and scorn This pitiful, withering world Grim hate crosses my shadoweyes The will of power, the way of darkness To live as a messenger of death With dark shade behind me And unpure blood on my hands Hiding in the forgotten forest Between wolves, the grey siblings Alone nights when I howl with them... We are the Sons of Darkness Children of the Moon's shadows The call sounded far in the west In the gates that are already opened The shadows are slowly moving... They are swallowing whole light Thunders ride over grim nighsky They are the guardians and disciples Of the true Sons of Northern Darkness To destroy all lies and treachery The way of Superman and His pride New light – The Legion of Aryan Moon...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

...When I look into your eyes, I feel an infinite sorrow and... fear? ...When I look on your hands, I hear a groan of the weak land... ...When I look on your shape... on your hanging scum, I desecrate your grave! Your feet shall never foul Our Land with filth of your religion... Your voice shall never say the shit to the sheep... slaves! Your glance shall never give hope! You are descendant of the lost race... the pestilence hatched in a filth of river! You are the symbol of contempt... of thousands tribes murdered in the name of the cross! ...and the Flame in Our Hearts burns eternally! We spit with pride in his dirty face! We are the Sons of the Darkness, Our Hearts are cursed in madness! Our banners shall rise in Moonglare and you shall die in pain! Defeated and butchered by the brothers... Ha, ha, ha! Rotten by his own words, by his own lies... To... ...To burn your dirty land! To crush their unburned bastard! To rape their unpure bitches! To burn the temple of jehova!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

In the streams of time and stars A longing spirit wanders through ages Eternally, forever alone in a Land of Fog Where no man is seen and no sound is heard Wind wakes him up, night by night He spreads his blackwings, to reach the sky Over the dark forest, over the ancient hills With the Flags of Hatred and Doom in hand He remembers the Glorious Ancient Times All blood, all wisdom, all that what was lost All felling, longing for power and might They will never return, never again... He watches the Gates to Oblivion In the moonglare, in the neverending storm Under the black clouds of the nightsky The Eternal Guardian of the Key to the Gate Yet sometimes mist rises from hills And flies over the dark, frozen forest Passes the Gates, and the spirit opens the door To the other times, to the earthly realm. We wake up and gaze to the father moon To see the silver tears flowing from up high And the mist flows down from the dark sky Embracing the forest of our wanderings We can then hear the Call from Ancient Times And longing swallows our pride filled hearts We go further, to the cold, pale light Which shines over the silent, dark forest

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Sometimes you cannot hear a silent cry As your soul and feelings are dying Lay, under the naked and pale autumn tree And scream out loud your hatred to Earth Take a ride to a place when you can be alone Without false love or hidden gestures Without betrayal, without suspicions The land of dream is so near, near this stone Fall into the dark trance, of unconsciousness Hidden before them, open your dark soul And unite with the sadness, who is your shadow Here you can find a majestic castle from dreams Its stone towers welcomes you, this is your realm Forever hidden in black, diabolical melancholy The final weep reached your tired ears Immeasurable grief, overwhelming depression Nostalgia, for the unknown land, forest of dreams The fullmoon shines above this mystic wood Far away a cold cemetery can be seen, funeral mist You wander north, in the embrace of Winter To the shadowscastle, to the land of unknown...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

...Circle of death, hungry abyss Compress the loop on a neck ...of my blood black venom Fulfils the pupils Spreading the suffering Murdered like a faithful dog's whine Summon the black hordes From the dust of darkness Poisoning by the hunger of blood The messengers of death will come Under the gloomy sky Through the forest forgotten Wandering beyond the end diverse With their hatred majestic They are coming to take away The harvest of evil With filthy carrion Feeding severe landscape The ground imbibed by blood Its thirsty flesh Hypnotized in oblivion The black light flows down To the Earth destroyed Degraded and covered flesh We will triumph! Contempt with us The shadow of extermination And the wine of blasphemy Under the black banner Will stay with us Terrible tyrant - fear

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 13, 2025