A Gate Through Bloodstained Mirrors
This track is instrumental.
Resplendent In pendants (Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns) A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon Her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
Dead was any eye, to see them die Of these passing lives, screaming within Drown in the streams, we once drank from This death has no wings To "Hell" we follow A Falling Moon
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
The forest is your grave With a worthless meaning on your stone (Thrones for the dead) are dwelling beneath the woods Lingering souls, dead bodies never found Dissonant shrieks in your mind, fear is all around Old only grows and youth only withers A hateful breeze collapsing all lungs and trees Connected they are by a trance, a desolation within The beauty of solitude as become alive, becoming of a death more real There must be hate in the grip of the frost A path of crushed souls and breaking bones Gateways into unseen deaths Landscapes flood in lakes of tears and blood Portals destined to be lost, are dwelling beneath the woods
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 08, 2025
You're walkin' along the street, or you're at a party Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig You're looking' in someone's eyes, you suddenly realize That this could be the start of something big You're lunching at Twenty-One and watchin' your diet Declining a charlotte russe, accepting a fig When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy And this could be the start of something big There's no controlling the unrolling of your fate, my friend Who knows what's written in the magic book But when a lover you discover at the gate my friend Invite her in without a second look You're up in an aeroplane or dining at Sardi's Or lying at Malibu alone on the sand You suddenly hear a bell, and right away you can tell That this could be the start of something grand This could be the start of something very big Why don't you play your part? Please give your heart to me and see This could be the start of something wonderful Why don't you take a chance? Just try romance with me and see Your watchin' the sun come up and countin' your money Or else in a dim cafe you're ordering wine Then suddenly there he is, and you wanna be where he is And this must be the start of something This could be the heart of something This could be the start of something big
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026
Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid Like fireflies olunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves "Remember with pride what thou art Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past" When Dark royalties drank of despair Idols hewed down 'neath a desert god's stare In thrall to revenges sworn there What dreams could we father, when farther we fell To nightmare?
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026
Bleed on the memories (and image in mind) Your blood''s on thy flame The candles of black burning in the night I watched the smoke blowing to the south The watching moon closing in on you Summon the eye of death to follow you Your blood burns within the black candles flame He grants me your destruction as a I scream death''s name, can you feel my hate! And the spell blew forever, forever in the cold wind Your death was the taste, the taste of revenge While no one saw the doom I cast into your eyes.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
In the name of their bastard son They murdered our forests and beliefs So your god will forgive? Yet I shall never! Our time has come Hatred was the spell Chosen as our weapon Murdering, killing one by one, Stench of death reaches the sky, And this time their heaven falls In the storms of red revenge.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
So many names had been given to me In his red empire Satan calls me The Reap On each life that fades, my power is growing stronger I saw the fall of millions ones... and death goes on My empire's hell, chaime the bell as you enter my eternal domain Eternal empire of majesty death On each razor that blows a life away I'm the commander of the wind of genocide Mayhem is my knowledge as the stone is closing on you Through the red mist of the sky, my kingdom of night is opening My only feeling is darkness, my reign is eternal Eternal empire of majesty death In the eternities, my reign will never stop In my immortality, I "live" so cold All draped in black my servants are countless I'm the ugliest nightmare of humankind I don't know love and joy I've never saw light and sun I'm the harvester of souls for the realm of Satan Humanity begs at my feet As a roar the storms of war My existence is only destruction Feel my claws cutting your strings Eternal empire of majesty death
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 06, 2026
"(A) Gate through bloodstained mirrors" Paint in blood a sigil of death on fading reflections beneath this night. Master of their infernal fears, I take the burning gates ... to reign. Pass this torch of evil (so I may be). Through candlelit bloodstained Mirrors, to succumb to the netherworld of Satan. I became as I stare through the eyes of my mirror master...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 18, 2026
Resplendent In pendants (Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns) A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon Her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
[originally by Burzum] Hear my Sword ...In the Making Of my Spell Literally Damkuna, Iftraga Sheb Nigurepur, Dafast The World's Tragedy, Is Served at My Feast..
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 18, 2026
[Instrumental] Thanks to nathanjerry2 for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com XASTHUR LYRICS
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026