Black Metal Ultras
Neon moon On top of the ruins Tar thoughts The fortress is brewing My coat and my scarf Are shelter from harm My blade and my chain Burn whiskey and cocaine Black Metal Ultras On the stand On the bleachers At the concerts and pubs You can see us Some friends behind bars Just working for nothing The walls are still screaming Where families have parted One fight, you're paralyzed One line, you're out of mind Old mentality, old school and old faces Out of fashion, out of time and out of places Black Metal Ultras This is no discogs, this is not a joke You see it, you buy it, you overdose There's no going back Fighting boots with tats and drugs Nothing to lose, the time has come To the void to the abyss Black Metal Ultras
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
It burns destiny Above the silver paper On my jacket my name I live day by day Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud Oh In hell all in uniform A shotgun, a bed and a hot meal In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse It burns destiny Above the silver paper Drink whiskey and bullets Tighten your boots You tattooed the devil To get you ready Training in the streets Raining on the freaks Screams from the deep From the manholes come out dreams Rollercoaster Like my mood Rollercoaster Drugs, death and mud In the army of hell In the army of the condemned No fear, no surrender I shot at the past, no remorse
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Heart beating like the Panzer Division I've taken too much These bitches are watching It's never enough They told me not to mix shit Sweating, laughing, two lines for a vinyl Just pour me the next drink Just like when it all started, the same mentality, the same stupid fuckface Locked in a shitty hostel room The show was over on a Sunday afternoon Four people I have never seen Three looks dead, one it's mе They call the promoter asking for hеlp The weirdest shit happens only after you've left It's just as real when we come to your town They talk shit about our lyrics but on stage they just drown When I perform I bring hookers and trans, no doubts! I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c'mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c'mon Just keep hiding behind your screen We will take over, take over your scene Not taking lessons from no one Just bow down if you see me around You said you wanna see me outside You said you got a band, a patch and a website Take a picture with your horns up Can't you see I'm at the tenth round, It's almost knockout I bring tales, cheers and good times Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c'mon No mask, no pose Morphine, sluts and good rhymes Knockout baby, Knockout c'mon Knockout baby, Knockout c'mon
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
This shit is pure like snow In elite dressed in black is workin' secretly Cheap beers, bedless sleeping places Cockroaches are the last to die Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Blood on the doors Hands wrapped with anger Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us And I rеmember when еverything has begun With all the handwritten letters For every drop of ink I struggled for Légion Noire, attittude with stages Full of marshalls Death comes by limousine Your men get in the van Until the light take us Death will respect you man Your men will stay awake Until the light take us Honor to the cause Honor to the fallens
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
When I was young Water was bitter and expensive like champagne Oh sweet purple, violet codeine in my brain When I was young I used to snort like Maradona And everywhere we went people shouted "No Perdona" And you? Tell me about you When I was young I'd speed away from shows in my Range-Rover Jack Daniels, whores and drugs we would take over When I was young I'd drink so much in parking spaces I know by heart all of the worst drunk faces And you? Tell me about you 666 problеms on my mind This fuckin speed won't let me sleep tonight 666 liver likе Killmister I'm Charlie Sheen in this scene, you're fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So c'mon just stay a little and you'll give up So cmon show me what you got So c'mon! When I was young I'd listen to these records And call collect the devil from a payphone He used to say he'd save a place for me in hell My attitude is always solid gold , while you Sit quiet, what do you know? We grew up with the same old songs But you're still a virgin and that's what's wrong I'm old now, with a lot of troubles on my mind I sold my vinyls and I saw what I had left behind And now, listen 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won't let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I'm Charlie Sheen in this scene, you're fucked, be my queen So cmon show me what you got So c'mon just stay a little and you'll give up And then one day someone told me Bad guys wear chains with skulls and crosses Not upside down, but golden all the same They have tracksuits and grey hair So I went to the bar with them To learn to drink and fuck While trying not to get stuck 666 problems on my mind This fuckin speed won't let me sleep tonight 666 liver like Killmister I'm Charlie Sheen in this scene, you're fucked Be my queen
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Streets and liars Broken glass Smell of blood Dim lights like churchyard candles in the dark From tall buildings On and off They talk to the streets It's their signal away from the law Fire to the liars Lucifer claims Between the lines We're still alive Fire to the liars Fire to the liars Fire to the liars We're still alive That hooker is dead, she got shot That dealer got caught, he's in lockup Your friend who overdosed was left behind That bottle's empty, the past is blind The music stops and you'rе alone Sleeping in a car, you've been so far Fire to thе liars Lucifer claims Between the lines We're still alive Fire to the liars Fire to the liars Fire to the liars We're still alive Buildings get empty The roads are rotten The dawn is scary Keep your eyes open There's no going back
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Every time you lost it all And every time you bet your soul Thick scars, few friends Scarface man, lawless land Every time you died alone Every time they’ll never know Ghostly mates and easy lays All my people can relate The bell is ringing And the hourglass is spinning Remember when we were caught by the man Bones and skulls buried in the sand Blow and money on VHS A Mysticum t-shirt on the local press Thе bell is ringing And the ink is sinking We arе the devil’s Junkies We are the devil’s bums We’ll die hard and full of hate Fuck the haters, no mistake Getting in through the back door I brought my legion on the floor I heard they’re talking shit about me It’s the bell ring with no name Every time you dress like a clown Black Metal rolls out in your mouth Tapes can’t buy you respect You’re such a fuckin’ cliche Like the concert or not The point is We just don’t give a fuck
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Sweat from the glass Fire, cold and no pass Everyone's quiet, the music is off My girl is at home and she waits by the phone Last night the tension was high The parking full of snow And my mates just behind Smell of sulfur, everyday Real life, borderline life Drunk driving Where respect is denied We only play for our people Fights, drugs and sacrifice I'm on stage Death, lies and This is my life Sluts, violence and I'm on the stage Cans and a fеw wicked people This is my lifе Pour me the last bottle of gin The sunrise is coming and we're still locked in Going back with nobody else It's still raining on this parking lot hell Fuck you, you moron I sold my tv for more blow And you talk about moral integrity Sick I'm sick to hear you talk, i have better things to do, I'm here for the same reason as you I'm sick of the same old conversations, we're just drunk we've never been friends I'm sick of pats on my back, of people who forgets You're sick too, of the same old records you made You're sick too even if you behave I'm not taking no lessons, we're not part of a team, ever since "in goat we trust" this is where I have been It's all over, this is the end Everything decays and burns like Alexandria Driving in hell, top down in Santa Monica Until the End drink like a Casamonica
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
I tried to be part of the scene Bought all the records and magazines But all the kids they put me down Laughed and said I was a clown Said they didn't want me around Made me feel so all alone But now I'm back with a bang I've got my own leather gang And all of them are men And denim's back again And I am, and I am A denim demon Got my own congregation I am a saint for seamen And I am, and I am A Denim Demon You've got my penis streaming And your asshole's screaming "Help!" The day is black, the night is white The disco sun it shines so bright Protruding buttocks lеft and right I draw my sword, prepared for a fight The stеnch of piss reveals your fright Your asshole's in for a ride Outside of society Good head, good head
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026