Totschläger: A Saintslayer’s Songbook

From the sordid womb of Babylon Against the army of Tetragrammaton See them rise The sons of darkness and earthbred slaves United in battle they rise from their graves See them rise Against the holy kings of Israel For the glory of Samael See them rise Tartaros spits forth unholy Nephilim Commanded to slaughter all Seraphim From the pits into the fire From the depths into the eternal night From the end sources new impulse From victory arises... doom Flame-bearing warriors of Gehenna Megiddian troops of the morning star See them rise Incitement to divine termination For a sinister man-god-procreation See them rise The ancient rebellion proceeds

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 07, 2025

...and from the burial ground of timeless dread I call Erect it stands a spear without end and a sunken monument Spirit trapped in stone and millions of bones Silently... they still moan He hears your voice He feels your pain He reaps your soul and unfetters those bearing the mark of Cain King of tombs Master of towers Reaping father Thorn-crowned murderer Guardian of the unlight Fall from the tower into bottomless tombs Usurping all worlds, here and beyond Through circling dimensions we roam Unearthing treasures, unlocking keys We rise above the earth's ashen genome Triumph of mind over vengeance of matter The codebreaker's infinite bliss Primeval instinct, old spheres collapse Flee from the circling serpent's menacing hiss

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 07, 2025

The lawless battleground of the soul knows neither fame nor mercy We're the brood of wolves and witches Born with the urge to devastate Destined for eternity Diabolische Gewalt sein Siegel auf unseren Fahnen Satanisches Aufbegehren - überwindbar jede Knechtschaft Luziferianisches Wissen - unauslöschlich brennt ein Feuer in uns Sieg oder Tod When all worship is done When all candles burned down Sacred daggers filled our silver cups with blood - drink up! Now it's time to claw at knife and sword again Es droht die Schlacht - zehntausend Qualen voraus Es winkt die Not - Entbehrung und Beständigkeit Doch halte aus - dass nie vergeht die Flamme Sieg oder Tod Orkblut

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 07, 2025

Liberated spirits weren't born But without moral shackles a path chosen willfully Banes ahead rotten womb of life destroyed Free to break the seal Flesh and spirit consumed Bloodless vessel left on withered earth Atrocious, cold and silent like the dead light of the moon I am always near By the hand of death - master of your faith With the sands of time - you are mine Not through blood you live - but your life you give Your soul set free - walk with me The sleep of reason bears inhuman clarity The darkest abysses of the mind enforce barbarity Depraved, perished and foul But flowers, kands forlorn where the seed is spread to sprawl Sweet cruelty rapes and scorns Hope destroyed and all innocence torn by the saint of murder The high priest of death

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 07, 2025

Eclipse the sun of eternal stagnation Arcane darkness overshadows all creation Upward coils the path of damnation He crowned us kings of wolves Praise the Lord - Praise the devil We cut our roots and face chaos No redemption on knees There's more dominions to seize Hail the Lord - Hail the devil There is no cosmic order The paradox black cosmos is the antithesis to nature and earth The end of physique is the key to Genesis reversals Between the stars of burning angels hidden somewhere out there Chaos is right here and unfolds before our blinded eye Singular demons rust time and swallow all worlds Invisible dragons consume your vigilance While your mind is focused on illusions and false doctrines Ensnared in the trappings of a mundane farce Golden cage imprisonment bound by empyrean spell Horns lurk beyond the stars if you bow to the principles of hell Who claims to control chaos is the enemy of chaos Conscious gain is just a grain in the hourglass of Satan The heterodoxy of ancient evil found in the core of all things For those who see Supreme is he

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 07, 2025

...when the horned reveals his vulnerability and opens wide the wound to flood the old reality Disruption of worlds and thoughts Come, nightfall - sempiternal Heading beyond infinity Inside and outside merge into one When the horned reveals his vulnerability and opens wide the wound to flood the old reality Flickering stars drown in the rivers of blood Pale corpses emanate light Without remorse and without fear stride ahead Follow the pointed lance of the demon knight Guiding the nameless, guiding the dead Leading the speechless into strange worlds ahead Into darkness, through nine hells Breaking chains, cracking shells Onward to shores - far, far away From nought into nothingness to chaos and structurelessness And all absence dominance A futuile extinction of souls We remain - only we remain

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 07, 2025

Voices of siren-like songs are sounding to deafen our senses But Azazel's thundering roars reverberate from our unconscious against the wake of oblivion's drift On Charon's ferry we navigate on pilgrims' fiery path Through the nethermost waters Where life's erratic streams end up in oceans of deathless gloom Dulcet choirs call from beds of heavenly halls From below, pounding wardrums down angelic whores Horns echo down through Nekromanteion's tunnels To the realms behind the gates of sleep where the gods fall, titans wail, saints weep Let the cruel bell of ruination ring aloud! On Charon's ferry through the nethermost waters We nurture the stimulus driving all man Further down into Hades where all chthonic streams unite From cavernous depths buried within our minds Erupt the fountains of our conless striving

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 07, 2025

Hear my call Come to me I'm the shadow The endless sea I am all The arcane foe Come to me Putrid breath Always near Words like knives thrust into thee Thoughts like spears pierce your soul Draw closer to me I'm the thorn in your side Raging storm to clear your sight Join the swarm Race forlorn Come, eternal night Not every soul descended fom my seed Not every bone is prone to putrefaction Unfaithful aspirations into diabolic realms are doomed to drown in my flood of wrath Reversed god-moulded images False luciferian mimesis Inbred forgery Infamy and heresy Approach your fears Across the five purging rivers of tears All pretenders on the holy path washed into the void by a flood of wrath

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 07, 2025

Driving deep down the lance of darkness into the hearts of all clean and pure Blessed souls, one by one they're confronted with the terror troops under his command And they fear the noble Duke's grim countenance And they flinch his sullen face He brings the great coldness of hearts When ере canons of the lawful thunder and the lightnings of the just crash down We stand in line and hoist the flag of darkness Only push forward the sheep into the pit We have summoned sinister forces Bonded with demonic aristocracy Infernal law raised up on earth Cursed in the seed of his enemy Abigor rising, Eligos ascending Our spirit crossed the desert Ancient blood flows from our wounds From the wet graves of chthonic slumber we have returned No man has ever risen if fettered by restraint Raise the flag for the final battle Under the banner of Eligos We march into the night

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 07, 2025