Ishimura's Dead Flesh Shelter
Quiet whisper of cult followers Recruits the weak in the spirit. They're terrorists, soul’s swallowers, They prove their faith by force, fear it! The war has replaced the silence, Damocles sword turned to rulers. Burn, heretics, with the violence! Die experimenters - intruders!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
The piercing glance from under rind, It makes your numb with fear. Your body and your sick mad mind, The final form of sneer, The goal of Obelisk is so drear. The Great Convergence has begun, The Moon woke up from dream. On Tau Volantis all was done. The flesh of those who died with scream, The huge and floating lifeless stream. It born to wreak a mess and terror, Across entire universe. Moon Worship is the biggest error. It’s like a titan, widespread curse, Spawn of nightmare, stinking hearse. What happens if it finds the Earth? Or other Brethen Moon? The last civilization berth, The bloody land with corpses strewn. It will be very soon.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
By punching depths by impulse that's so eerie, And like neutrinos settling in the head, The Obelisk awakens- black and dreary, On nearest islands generating dead. It is the mighty artifact and ancient, Set down to us by the celestial hand. It gives us life after the death, be patient, And opens mouth to silence of dead land. It breaks the minds with origin and meaning. Are you man-made or Demiurge's fruit? The witchcraft of the native’s secret keening, By fingers crossed will show you covert route. It was on asteroid that fell and wrecked, Destroying the non-human race at all. It's neo-entity, an object to direct. Join us! Let the familiar life fall. It is the mighty artifact and ancient, Set down to us by the celestial hand. It gives us life after the death, be patient, And opens mouth to silence of dead land. It is the mighty artifact and ancient, Set down to us by the celestial hand. It gives us life after the death, be patient, And opens mouth to silence of dead land. It's neo-entity, an object to direct. Join us! Let the familiar life fall. It's neo-entity, an object to direct. Join us! Let the familiar life fall.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Along a corridor the evil shadows glide, The spaceship has gone over to death side. It’s Ishimura, massive planer cracker. But shadows stop, you hear a sound of tracker, So vile, that wave of nausea covers you. Keep silent or your days will over too. So cautiously you force yourself to look Through the doorway. It’s motion in the nook You think that it’s a game of light on wall, But it’s your worst nightmare in the hall. Disgusting something, once it was a human, And now it’s hunching over lifeless crewman. The spaceship has become the home of terror. Here death rejoices, reigns, does not forgive the error. Who Are waiting in the depth for you will dive? The shadow, neither dead and not alive. In labyrinths of ship where lights are off, It looks for you and waits. It’s … necromorph.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
When diving into the water deep, You don't see any special changes. But every thousand under feet keeps You in suspense for all the ranges. There's no connection and no light. Confusion, worry, panic fear. You see a body in the sight, Dead like alive in water sphere. You’re unperturbed and calm, no tingle, You’re unperturbed and no tingle, And talking to yourself, it’s flaw. Though the decree was sent by signal, I hear a crunch in comrade’s jaw. The bloody message on the wall, The ink of dead is almost out. You cut the veins to finish all. The chamber's covered. Courage shout! The channels are set up. This deed Is aimed to learn the obelisk gown. To union the path will lead. And you turned cold and fallen down.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
By neglecting the infinity of space, The ship is flying, savior of base. Its gravity anchor is directed to the mouth. There are a lot of minerals on south. You are the planet digger and the crusher, The Goliath of ergonomic gusher. It's not untouched by practice of the trading, The emissary of the forcing raiding. And attacks fall as if it from the sky. Monsters are unknown, the only choice-to die. And everyone is victim of the power Of Obelisk. It is the cult's seed cover. And attacks fall as if it from the sky. Monsters are unknown, the only choice-to die. The necromorphs rule here, you're in grip. And nobody repairs the spaceship. The rescue capsules were set up and done, But were reset, and now no way to run.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
The screeching of wolfram in torsion shaft, And everywhere the flashing door signs. Blinded you're standing in frost like a daft. The cold permeates to the bones all the times. Corpses are so ugly on white pure snow, Extravasate makes it fast for retrieval. Looking for exit the spiders huge flow, They are infectors of spawn of the evil. The vanguard of the monstrous lifeless mass has risen. The tentacle emerges from the flesh. And through the blizzard, eyes shine with the sass. The alpenstock is ready to attack afresh. Furious monster is running at you. Trooper? Cultist? Who is under the hood? Now you're retreating because of the view. Parasites-creepers swish under your foot. Parasites-creepers swish under your foot. You pluck from the suit the arthropod trash, Melt with a charge and push down with shoes. Crimson sunset mixes with bloody mash But condensation in helmet hides views.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
The Altman’s death was starting point. The death of man who opened eyes To billion humans in the joint. It opened what was tangle of lies. It’s curse and harbinger of death. When third millennium will night From nothing it will bring dead breath, And minds of weak will stupefied. The Dogma makes it fans to leave The body after death to church. Rebirth through transformation we've, Tribute with flesh to Necromoon's search. The Earth resources will expire. And the Mankind will soon decline. Disasters, human losses, fire- This is result, the bitter line.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Scientific progress is devouring, The brain developed step by step. Researches gives relief and scouring, But sighs of Earth are heard. Be prep.Be prep. The world perception changed in crisis. And science power- breathless, cold It’s not philosophy, just lysis. The force of Obelisk is old. We are eternal in rebirth of human. The dead will more alive than all. The soul’s uniqueness will be ruined In whole confluence of kinsman’s souls. The world perception changed in crisis. And science power- breathless, cold It’s not philosophy, just lysis. The force of Obelisk is old. Bro, sacrifice the shell to Power. Your brain is powerless to fight. The Artifact calls you don’t cower, So do first step to gloomy light.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
As like a hypnotized, I wandered to the beach, I saw a something strange washed up to hapless coast. Deformed creature with a lurid champing screech, In fetid poisonous cloud it’s like a ghoulish ghost. The local people crowd around this hideous freak, The size of floater’s "bags" on back is more and more. And if they will inhale from dirty cloud of reek, Will fall unconscious as if they've a deathly sore. The consciousness is shackled. The witch’s scream is heard. The ancient ugly crone begins her mystic rite. The madness of the ornate dance is joined the herd. The monster must be burned! The eyes are full of spite. Sharp sticks and piercing glances flew at devil beast. The combustible substance was poured to his flesh. And Bruja raised her staff as if she was a priest. And soon it will be burnt to bones in heap of trash. A corpse without a flesh that eaten by the flame, A nasty skeleton, a bony outline. A corpse without a flesh that eaten by the flame, A nasty skeleton, a bony outline. It like a human with anthropomorphic frame, The outcast from world of the creation shrine.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026