Retaliation
The dust is finally glowing A dozen shades of red and gold An intense Haze Watch the colours Race d’Abel, tu croîs et broutes Comme les punaises des bois! The ground so close, so deep Oh, let them perish, eternally Screaming Suffering Drowning in sin Race de Caïn, ta besogne N’est pas faite suffisamment! The blind leading the blind Abolishing the truth But we are reborn In vengeance The wrath of justice Ah! Race d’Abel, ta charogne, Engraissera le sol fumant! The dawn is finally glowing A dozen shades of blood and black An inverse Maze Words of old inside my head We are reborn in vengeance We are reborn with wings Race de Caïn, au ciel monte, Et sur la terre jette Dieu!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Oh Fürst in der Verbannung Allwissend stehst Du ihnen fern Rächer der Verfluchten Erbarme Dich Oh Herr der dreizehn Siegel Allmächtig wachst Du Nacht und Tag Hüter alter Weisheit Erscheine uns Ikon des alten Glaubens Besiege mit uns die weisse Pest Ikon des alten Glaubens Raube der Leugner letzte Kraft Oh Haupt erlauchter Stämme Weisend marschierst Du uns voran Sieger aller Schlachten Erstürme sie Oh Knecht der schwarzen Flamme Furchtlos trägst Du grosse Marter Mörder der Gewöhnung Erleuchte sie Ikon des alten Glaubens Besiege mit uns die weisse Pest Ikon des alten Glaubens Raube der Leugner letzte Kraft
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
I feel its presence once again Like forbidden arms in well known shape Beyond redemption they hide The times to remember Beyond reason, study and instrumentation But do not underestimate This never ending plague Driven by One will alone I feel its presence once again Like bleeding mules on stony grounds Far from charity, in foreign lands The devil finds words For idle hands I feel its presence once again Like bleeding mules on stony grounds The circle cannot be broken In a collective state There is instinct Utterly without mercy The will to conquer One will alone
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Infernus fractus est Fac sicut pagani Interficias teipsum
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
A row above, beneath the sacred land An angel’s love, in arms and blood she falls Her sword still lies bound to her scarred hand Alas, she dies, and silence meets her calls Bringer of war Time for a change Behold! The crimson sky (He) comes down, a quick release Restless creature of relentless kind In his hand a sign of peace But raging fury in his mind Janus faced he speaks of life Of what’s virtue and of what’s sin From afar, people arrive Dispel all doubts on him Good is just too bad to be god Red skin turns pale He puts forth his left hand A sign not to fail In this game of to die or to rend
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Born into a world which is not mine Grown up, been taught that there would be no place divine Consuming, haunting, feasting in a rage To satisfy my hunger – 'tis what we've done to human age! I was not aware why the sun gives warmth Nor would I have dared to ask if someone else does Now as she melts with the horizon and dusk sprawls onto the sky Feeling within escaping life, all I can ask is why It cannot be that only by being left, one can get aware of what is no more Why should one call it a theft, if unconscious of it he had been before I escape my life, my weary past – surrender! With these my last thoughts I will save me – remind! Looking back I realize, at last I burn – forgive! Though cold I am, fading, fainting, dreaming of... Death
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Hróðvitnir, ruhmvoller Vater Hati, Verächter des Mondes Skoll, Spötter der Sonne Mánagarmr, stärkster aller Söhne Schlucke das Leben der Toten Entfessle des Windes Boten Verschlinge den Mond mit all seinem Licht Verhülle den Himmel mit Blut Entfache den Zorn dieser Brut Das Ende ist nah, erfülle die Pflicht Vernichte die Sonne mit all ihrem Schein Vernichte die Sonne und jegliches Sein Austr býr en aldna í Járnviði ok fæðir þar Fenris kindir; verðr af þeim ǫllum einna nǫkkurr túngls tjúgari í trǫlls hami. Fyllisk fjǫrvi feigra manna, rýðr ragna sjǫt rauðum dreyra; svǫrt verða sólskin um sumur eptir, veðr ǫll válynd. Vituð ér enn eða hvat?
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Fornicatus es Periurus es Occidisti Auare vixisti Ecce peccata tua
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Changing worlds One life Has to endure Bewildering sweetness Bitter gloom Unreal and pure Go on, stand tall my friend, all this I won’t tell you again. The seasons of the mind They struggle with the light Of a bright painted sky Meadows and rivers Mountains and seas Paint them black Enjoy your agony, but tame it at some point or you will drown and never reach the shore in this life. One of us has to leave Metalevel – where blood runs cold Suddenly abstract Becomes clear Twilight as effect? No one can help you here! Ride on this thought Release it has brought Searching and querying Timeo ut absim! Colourless eye Stone cold fire Disenchanted desire Consciousness – a beautiful lie Born in sin Treated as a virtue I bring it to an end Where both hell and heaven begin One world’s left The one of my choice Wherein I fell from the edge Bewildering sweetness Bitter gloom And never again Another soulless doom Colourless eye Stone cold fire Disenchanted desire Consciousness – a beautiful lie Born in sin Treated as a virtue I bring it to an end Where both hell and heaven begin
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Morgen Grauen Ein Feuer brennt am Horizont Die Flammen nie vergehen Verflucht die Schaar mit Blut im Haar Das Unheil bleibt bestehen Mittags durchdringend die Schwerter klirren Zum nächsten Angriff ruft das Zeichen Verdammte Seelen, geschund’ne Körper Vernarbt von tausend tiefen Streichen Das Sonnenlicht in weiter Fern Die Schlacht in vollem Gang Ein Bannerträger fällt in Pein Dem Heer wird's Angst und Bang Bedrohlich stets der Schatten naht In roten Lachen liegen Leiber Hilflos, von tiefem Schmerz geplagt Des Königs Horden, verdammt zu morden Vom letzten Tod in den nächsten gejagt Die Trommeln verhall’n in nächtlicher Stille Vergossenes Blut vom Nebel bedeckt Erlösung ersehnt der Krieger Wille, doch Der Fluch sie wieder zum Leben erweckt
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Curse you, hollowed thought Be welcome, sweetest truth Seen through the deepest draught Perpetuate eternal youth I may have studied philosophy Jurisprudence and medicine So as well theology Alas! With ardent discipline I don’t think of knowing just matters Nor of teaching humanity I converted to magic art to recognize What holds the world from falling apart Beyond the edges of these four Above the marsh of triviality Lay things of deeper verity Ultima ratio-art of lore Low-dimensional perception The cross is flat, the world’s to sell Obstructive habits, daily char Bar from attaining perfection Abandoned by hope we’re now to tell We’re on our quest for the fifth star
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026
Animam amisimus Furore consumor Heu insanio Confusi sumus Spes nobis nulla
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jun 22, 2026