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Dying with sorrow not in hand, welcoming my gods, an equal I am A travel awaits before me, encircled as a God, dead as a man An era has now ended, but a new era will come While my destiny fulfills itself, I glance at the world with wisdom from the end My efforts will now be rewarded as I enter Kingdom Come My hate will now get fatal for those that disapproved me once With my misanthropic theses soon brought to life I'll see an definite end for weak, feeble minds As I die I'll go further, further than any other man To obtain powers and wisdom as a God from the other end My death will be revenged with fury of the damned My eternal life will be praised by the gods at the end Wenn ich tot bin, werde ich weitergehen, weiter als irgendjemand Um Kraft und Weisheit zu erlangen wie ein Gott vom anderen Ende

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Sumaren elleve hundre og åttifira Gjekk Kong Sverre til harde motåtgjerder Drapi på han Ivar Dape med prest og følgje fekk hate større Det største slaget i borgarkrigen skulle no trast finna stad Horder av menn i brynjer med sverd ville enda opp i mannadrap Ingen ante at bragdi hans Arntor kunne slike følgje få Ved Hagastrondi på Fimreite låg Sverre sin flåte på fjortan skip Med mål å ramma Sogndal bygd kvar ein gard skulle brennast ned Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid for å sikra hans ætt evig grid Gudane ved hans side og han Magnus med hær og skip Utan sidestykkje, eit voldsomt mannadrap Ein eim av daud, fjorden raud, svart, svart slag Blodhemn rådde millom Magnus og Kong Sverre Deira strid om Noreg si trone enda med Magnus sitt fall med tvo tusen mann Svikaren Sverre slost ikkje han so i tøs han iakttok slaget frå land Krigaren Arntor gjekk viljugt i strid kom aldri attende døydde for grid Dag lei mot kveld, ætti fekk vita Arntor såg gudane so ein ekta Windir For å sikra ætti evig grid må krigaren gå viljugt i strid

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Mistress of beauty come dance with me Let your soul into my obscurity Walk with me through the fields of fire I will fulfill your utter desire Feel the passion, enjoy the thrill Release the fear, follow your will Come to me and confide your trust Join me in this dance of mortal lust A veil of darkness cloth the mountains The sun demises in red reflections I look at you with lustful intentions As my heart pounds with beastly affections The chill of night don't make us cold We embrace each other so intense We walk through nocturnal landscape And inhale this diabolic ambience This world belong to us, this is our paradise This world belong to us, this is where weakness demise All the fantasies of my wicked mind All the secrets locked up inside Will find their way and bloom at night When you come with me to my forbidden site Come take my hand and walk with me Let me show you our infinity Where lust burns and the beast awakes Let me guide you to my diabolical self This world belong to us, this lustful disguise This world belong to us, this is where evil arise How does it feel to lose control? How does it feel as I steal your soul? How does it feel as I make you undress? How does it feel as I ravage your flesh? An empty expression as your face turns blue Your beauty has paled now that I am through with you Your screams are silent, your prayers won't be heard The circle is complete as you become dirt

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

It is he who holds the power It is he who reflects the will It is he who reigns the masses It is he who urges to win It is he who lights the fire It is he who controls the flame It is he who breeds hatred It is he who withstands pain The endless gap between servant and lord Will grow stronger within us all It is he who decides the course It is he who takes the step It is he who moves forward It is he who worships himself The endless gap between servant and lord Will grow stronger within us all From order raises chaos In chaos there is progression In the ruins of man's ashes Sprouts the resurrection A dark narcissistic dimension A new world to come The end of civilization The arrival of the Spiritlord It is he who lights the fire It is he who controls the flame It is he who breeds hatred It is he who withstands pain Altered perception, a moral decay A feast for the vultures circling over their prey No care for others, an individual war Where you are enslaved or become the Spiritlord

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Ei likbør hadde han sett komma Sigande frå Trodladalen opp Lundamyri Audmjuk han i akttok synet Kven hadde dauden i teke Med otta han keik i kista Børi hadde med seg Daud, velstelt, frå Hvàllætti han var Etter dette han visste at Arntor aldri kom attende Ja, stolt han kunne møta dauden Gått viljugt i strid for å sikra ætti grid Gått mannadrap so ein krigar byrg Nekta trelldom, svik, ofra liv i grid Men so hemn for oppreisa og slag Ville svikarane setegarden ta Ein gard so store at den på ein dag ikkje kunne gå Tilmed heiden grunn garden er tufta på Ei nye ætt skulle setegarden rå Sette livet til for ætte og æra miste både setegarden og sæla Men då dauden var nær vart han heidra likferd Ein tragedie for ætlingane dette var Skulle dei verkeleg missa slik ein gard Vreida hans Sverre ville ingen ende ta

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

On the horizon I stand, watching the fallen men Victims of hatred, greed and desire In retrospect I feel no anger Only a urge for something higher So many have fallen due to my ambitions So many have fallen in the name of narcissism No men are free to disagree Without facing their mortality Destroy all dreams Illusions damned in fire A hellish need for power Is my dark desire Fresh blood streams from those who are dying I put an end to their misery Always chasing, never creating It is in their nature to obey Destroy all dreams Illusions damned in fire A hellish need for power Is my dark desire Molested bodies chopped by axes Drained corpses stripped of flesh Blood-coloured water swallowing men A sight of horror, a monument of hell The women bury and mourn their men A state of sorrow, a pain that will not mend I increase their sorrow as I rape their seed I put them to sleep if they disagree I burn and slay until you obey I rape and destroy your legacy On the horizon I stand, watching the fallen men Victims of hatred, greed and desire In retrospect I feel no anger Only a urge for something higher So many have fallen due to my ambitions So many have fallen in the name of narcissism No men are free to disagree Without facing their mortality Destroy all dreams Illusions damned in fire A hellish need for power Is my dark desire

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Dressed in black with a pale expression I attack the world with extreme satisfaction I am the master, never more to be enslaved Broken free from the chains that restrained my needs There is time, but no time to waste There are rules, but they seem to fade I am the master of my own salvation A black cloud of obscure creation This new foundation, a new generation Bottled up on misanthropic hate A revolution, a new constitution From real hatred, rather than blind fate This new foundation, a new generation Bottled up on misanthropic hate Rebels in the face of conformity Founders of the black new age This is my life, this is your hell This is my exhibition and it makes me well What you can't stomach, you no longer can stop You must eat your hatred or choke it up All things must be broken down Burned to ashes, bombed to the ground A process of purification Where old mistakes are cremated No carrier of infection will survive No corrupted thoughts shall sound The new empire has found its ground

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

A vague shadow lurking in the dark A sane man's worst nightmare A vision containing death As a wake in honour of himself For equal sane mortals It's a nightmare becoming real But I, I see it as the Final clause of a neverending deal I embraced my vision, as it was common for me A fate, a destiny, an inevitable early death Finally I'm dead And the vision is revealed for everyone else

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025