Dungeon Prayers & Tombyard Serenades
Arise, Templars, Arise! Heretic Knights of the East...Undead Horrors! Blind centuries of debauchery and death are theirs... From their Spanish tombs to Babylon are they called... To seek out the eldritch frimoire: the Necronomicon To usher forth the hungry End, the end of Time They would gaze upon the Sun as it turns black And so upon cadaverous horses, The Blind Dead ride! Under a death-white moon, they ride... For the unspeakable Book, they ride... Beyond reality's thin veil, they ride... Into blackest oblivion, they ride... They ride... The Book unearthed, the rites need the rarest blood And so hunted are nightmares, dreadful and ghastly Daninsky, Orloff, the Matres - nothing but prey! Spells are cast from aged pages, the sacrificed made The wind howls as the infinite Void yawns agape The Old Ones have come, grand and obscene! From the Templars' dead eyes do tentacles unfurl As their skeleton maws shake with insane laughter...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The strange behavior of the bewitched Souls of long winter nights cursed Accusations of mystical deviltry Gallows Hill awaits thy sentenced first They shall "Make devils of us all" Confessions stir the witches' brew These six convicted condemned to hang in sixteen hundred ninety two Guilty are they for deeds gone undone at the trial Innocent blood flows forever down church aisle Red rats, talking cats, and a tall man dressed in black Tales of lunacy spoken and accepted as fact Salem! The devil swarming the sky? The wrath of God or just a lie? Witchcraft! Demonic possession of this small town? Just hang them high before the sun goes down? Nineteen had fallen, from rich to the poor Confusion builds inside accursed ones Religious fables pouring from unknowing lips Their time to die from evil deeds undone
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Witch-hunting through the mountainside Executed in the village of the damned Tortured to confess though we are innocent In the name of God, we are murdered by man I have nothing to confess Free me from this agony, give me death Whipped, bound, broken bones Left to starve and rot all alone Stretched out on the rack Branded skin on our feet and backs Tongues ripped from the root Convicting us without proof Condemned to death by burning at the stake (Brenn, Hexe, Brenn!) How much more cruelty can we take? (Brenn, Hexe, Brenn!) Our souls will be forever scorned (Brenn, Hexe, Brenn!) And none of us will ever be mourned (Brenn, Hexe, Brenn!)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Die Rache der Hexen Auferstanden von den Toten Erzürnte Seelen ohne Ruh Schauen dir beim Sterben zu Du kriegst die selbe Strafe Die sie bekamen von dir Sie greifen an, voller Hass und Schmerz Und nie mehr schlagen wird dein Herz Witches grave, (they return) From the dead, (from the dead) Revenge of the witches; they rise from the dead They attack, (they attack) With hate and pain, (hate and pain) You get the same torture as you had given them Die Rache der Hexen Auferstanden von den Toten Sie greifen an, voller Hass und Schmerz Und nie mehr schlagen wird dein Herz From our ice-cold graves (Wir kriegen dich) We are coming for YOU! (Wir kriegen dich)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
An unearthly display, a painting of family graves Color stripped; a ghostly grey, canvas portrays decay Shadowy imagery obscures what you see As you watch, it changes; his spirit is now free Creeping, from the crypt he's coming Seeking his retribution Running, through the house you can't hide He is at your door! Unmerciful demise, his ghost will not abide He watches from the stairs, his painting - a seething glare Filling you with guilt; clouding your frail mind Soon it gets the best of you; he wants you dead, too! Get back in your grave! Go back to the ground where you belong! Get back in your grave! You're DEAD! Madness takes you over, your inheritance now meaningless Guilt over-powers you, throwing you to your death Claiming the mansion, his name was next in line His plan to vanquish you came in little time But, now he cowers, watching you rise from the dead Is this insanity? Is this only in his head? Screaming in fear for you to leave him be An opening door is all he sees...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the shadow of the raven Plowing through Satan's grave Emerging from the frozen mud; a rotting, decomposed face Unleashing an evil Possessing His easy prey Angel is now a demon, won't you come play her games? Under a crown of flower and birch Angel's ugly, painted face Left to die in the ruin church She caused your agonizing fate Kneel down before Satan Ceremonial sacrifice Patches of hair growing on our skin Madness altars our lives Passing around a cloth containing Satan's claw Reviving forgotten horrors, defying your God's law Corrupted by the Devil's touch, the Skullcoven is born Witchcraft is proven alive, defying what you've sworn Using His minions for His revolting revenge! Reassures His curse will never end! In the shadow of the raven, you fight fire with fire You want to re-bury the evil and kill this wicked Sire Face to face in a long, black cloak you impale him with your sword Only to fear the return of Skullcoven and their Dark Lord The lush countryside is turning black Blood on Satan's claw brings Him back!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
You are beckoned on a stormy night To dress the corpse of a sorceress Her face contorted in a painful smirk Your avocation leaves her unable to rest A single jewel on her hand catches your eyes And your greedy hands shake as you pry away Her possessions from her cold, dead hands Dress her warm for her grave, but what you don't understand... She will return Watch out behind your back Will you ever learn? The dead lurk in the pitch black racconto della donna fantasma, nella tua casa In her white gown, her body afloat Her hands raised to grasp your throat Begging for mercy, falling on deaf ears She enjoys watching you writhe in fear Standing over your body They see your expression of fright The same jewel yanked from your hands Who will you haunt on this night?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Rise! Rise! The vampire women of Hell Rise together Flying out of their grave for two Hungry for blood and revenge Their love for each other Fuels desire For hunting the guilty down These vampiric femmes will be avenged The walls of the dank caverns Veiled in cobwebs and grume The two vamps holding hands Emerge from their rotted tomb Rise! Rise! Gnashing fangs, they sniff the blood Of the man at fault Who shot down their coffin Committing them to their lonely vault Chomping and ripping out his throat A river of thick, black blood Their naked bodies showered and writhing In a scarlet flood The walls of the dank caverns Veiled in cobwebs and grume The two vamps holding hands Claim home in the rotted tomb Fear us or be one of us...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026