Criteria Ov 666
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Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 18, 2026
its criteria are easy 'n' fast hidden behind... the sun he lights you through the moon and you're great and he's your friend these are the criteria ov 666 ego decore domine sathanas ego decore domine sathanas his word inspires you with a little hope he gives you courage, the courage of despair he can enlighten you on reality and death your life in his hands and the dream become real the unbelievable in everything just observe through the third eye flamme odi urite, dolorem meum vindicate urite in nomine noctis vita malum est, instructa ad malum universi finis malum est omnia malis est. omnia est. malis est. now. free the dogs of war pester the church of god molest the chosen one everything here is sin man is sin and good is sin give us the illusions we lost in the name of power of luxury of blood money in the name of nothing and none damned goat, give us back the pure valley and the moonlight nights
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 18, 2026
An ecstasy of flumbling Fitting the helmets just in time But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And foundring like a man in fire or lime Through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning The creatures in the frost's breath Blasphemy in my eyes The holy sin for the glory All... in my dreams, before the helpless sight I come, falling in the dark The world and men are hurting me! The world and men are hurting me! In my dream before the helpless sight The great hymn... In my dreams, before the helpless sight I come, falling in the dark For all... follow me Our sword is truth, our shield is faith and honor In age or youth, our hearts and minds we pledge Though we may day, to save our people and land This cause will stand, our millions marching on We close our ranks in loyalty and courage The god our thanks for comrades tried and true Let traitors squail and fear the wrath of honest men Who rise again to smash the devil's throng We march and fight to death or on to victory Our might is bright, no traitors shall prevail Our hearts are steeled against the fiery gates of hell No shot or shell can still our mighty song Can still our mighty song Your honor in my heart Oh falling earth Covered with pestilence and death... What passing bells for these who die as cattle Only the monstrous anger of the guns Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons No mockeries now for them, no prayers nor bells Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells And bugles calling for them from sad shires What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes It is sweet and meet fitting to die for ones country.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 13, 2025
Anger it does many things Anger it helps decide your actions Anger it makes you not a human being The calm before the raging storm began All of hell's children looked downward Anger it's a kind of guide Anger it's when you let the person inside out Anger if you let it out, will you be changed? Anger, hate, pain, death, fear ...life!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 13, 2025
Mind in fog, spinning about Walking alone, through a forest of doubt Searching for reason, proud and frail Running in circles but can't find the trail Emotions are blended, spinning inside Chaos with peace, humilty and pride Feelings suppressed, so hard to know Which feelings to hide, which feelings to show Troubles are false, troubles are real Torn apart, don't know what to feel I am the shade Of dark and spiteful hatred made I am the shade Of dark and spiteful hatred made! To haunt and lurk among the shallows Of the ghosts, the graves and the longing shadows I am the one Lost from the gloried and garish sun My fate sealed with the blood of men Was I once he Who loved the sun, was darkness free? Fate was mine to weave and twine Insane and lost Was I once he Who loved the sun, was darkness free? Insane and lost Without body or soul but breath of frost
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
Godfather death Mister tyranny Each message you give Has a dance to it A man say has twelve children And damns the next At the christening ceremony God will not be the godfather The devil will not be the godfather Wearing his streets like a whore Only death with its finger on our back Will come to the ceremony!
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 13, 2025
The sun never sets where our flag flies high Victory is simple as it shines up in the sky We'll hang 'em high as we hail new glory So raise the flag once more And remind us what we're fighting for As our blood and loyalty reign Reign forever more Reign forever more Victory! for the ashes that we left behind Victory! for the sake of those who fought and died Victory! for our freedom 'til the end of time Victory! you'll soon hear our battle cry Karnix All hail new glory All hail new glory Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! Krieg! We'll always have our hearts and that they can't take We'll always have our heads to know what's at stake We'll always have our pride and not know disgrace We'll stand against the world and never hid our face
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 13, 2025
A century of universal decay In cyclotrons nuclei are split Souls are split, sounds are split insanely While behind a quiet fence on a bench in someone's garden Doom weighs a century of separation And her eyes are ancient and her palms are taut with nerves It comes oozing Out of flowers at night It comes out of the rain If a snake looks skyward It comes out of chairs and tables If you don't point at them and say their names It comes into your mouth while you sleep Pressing like a washcloth Beware, beware Nearby and cynical, death brandishes a hasty spade Here whispers are worse than curses, offer no consolation How long the bureaucrats babbled on like crows about universal good... If you meet a cross eyed person You must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants Fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four leaf clover Or your blood with congeal like cold gravy If you run across a horseshoe, passerby, stop, take your hands out of your Pockets And count the nails as you count your children or your money Otherwise a sand flea will crawl in your ear and fly into your brain And the only wall you'll keep from going mad, is to be hit with a hammer Every hour If a hunchback is in the elevator with you Don't turn away... don't turn away Immediately touch his hump For a child will be born from his back tomorrow And if he promptly bites the baby's nails off So it won't become a thief that child will be holy And you, simple bird that you are, may go on flying Whan you knock on wood And you go You knock on the cross
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 13, 2025
[instrumental] Thanks to the_skullmaster for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com VOID OF SILENCE LYRICS
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026