Galloping Through the Battle Ruins

Upon these vile remains of Christ I hold the lance that pierced the fool His true meaning withheld in a shroud of lies Recite nine times the antique rite His majestic hands Poised before the weeping Jew Unto the veil of sin...A fine of gold to those who fall Transfix the lamb to hail my king Equal sons in benevolent rule All sprang forth from the well of life Up from the primordial swamps of one million years ago Unto the highest mountain peaks with all life spread below A vision of all the world With its nations and races and tribes The mosaic of human life with some not meant to sanctify Trails of ancestors past, foretell of a destiny Forgotten words and archetypes, the laws by which we see Defile the angelic... We march to divinity with our destiny in our wings Over desolate lands of earth and sand Where the chosen Jews were raised Praise thee, hymns of archaic lore foretell of a time to be Evolving forth into the light, forging a new destiny Through ice and through snow, though darkness and light The ferocity of the struggle attests to the might Defile the angelic... A vibrant force greets the dark The end-time battles commence Blood shed in a great cleansing flow The banner of tradition and order stands proud once again...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Spurred on by hope of conquest Lusting for spice and gold Into the churning seas In the frail bark of tiny boats Embedded in the soil of every continent The bones of our ancestors lie Testifying to a higher mandate Sent down to warring soldiers In the shadows of our banners The indigenous bow to their masters O' mighty winds caress our sails And take this wrath away Men of awesome might Blue blood bred of steel On cloven hoofs they ride In the banners of Castile In the sign of the martyr's cross We torch the tropic fields To the windswept shores of gold With the banners of Castile For blood and gold The banners of Castile are raised...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

As they made their journey in 1000 BC Headed for Britain, they were subdued By the Entity... They erected Stonehenge for human sacrifice War was in their blood, the air was cold as ice Babies fed flesh to be warriors of the night They fought to the death The only way to fight Fought in the town square Hung their victim's heads For all to see as appraisal to the gods October 31st, spirits of the dead The people left severed heads Their practices were sound It was the Entity... "The king, he has died," the town cried "Slice him open to see who follows," cried the priest In 55 BC the Romans came from Rome The Celts rode into battle to protect their bloody throne Tied them to horses and nailed them to their homes The Romans were destroyed in battle and driven to their boats The Celts cheered in victory and drank from the skulls The Entity has powered over the violent Celts In conquest the entity and violence moved on Carrying its plunge unto the next unknowing pawn

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

Charging forth through endless battles, bravely ahead Overtop of enemy lines and into the fire Choking clouds of mustard gas, sears their eyes We march through the endless fray, to victory or death Charging through the slaughter Nobly born meet their fate Courage in their victory before destiny Supply lines feed the endless tide As despotic soldiers March toward our treasured sites Symbiotic decay, strips of flesh melt away As a choking pallor of death with our victory descends Headlong into the smoking ruin Armored artillery ride Unexpected biological mean to cease the enemies' stride Flesh burns...Radiological waves Biological strains coagulate Death down from the skies Mechanized infantry Armored artillery Air cavalry Dead in their tracks, all have died

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Disposed to exercise, absolute authority The dark windows of Time, reveal my charming desires Impelling need to dominate, establishing my dynasty Dynamic addiction, impels men to rule Enforcing masterdom, on subaltern breeds The dark windows of time, reveal my charming desires Impelling need to dominate, establishing my dynasty Abjuring the cross of the holy celibates We have always been perverse hedonists Eliminating fools with supreme strategy Denizens and slaves you have failed to adapt The Imperial Clans

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Ten lost tribes, slaves in chains As the scriptures tell of their pains Torn from lands, chosen roam The Assyrian kings claim the throne Ten lost tribes, the throne they seek Visions hailed them roaming free Eyes will weep as they behold the sight The truth of their fathers denied From Assyrian chains to the windswept plains Of ancient Palestine Our Heaven's found Behold the sight Dominion we've found Recite the ninth rite... So Joshua smote the land Cleansed of the kings and their scribes Reclaim thy hallowed ground For thy Lord God Israel Immersed in the meaning of the era's end Dueling over sovereignty of holy sand Talmudic rats roam the Judean plain As vagabonds inherit years of pain Immersed, in the era's end Shards of glass penetrate blood-soaked sands As razor-sharp tears in the flesh of Christ Recite the lies that strip them of life

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

The cloaked loyalists launch a raid To stem the tides of the uncontrollable plagues The righteous and holy, detest our objectives The guillotine's blade left them headless Hooded knights emerge from the ossuary To curse the lonely who permit our denigration Retro-procreation, a blatant disgrace To the majestic pool of pristine genes What thoughts flow among the ranks of the forsaken populace? A zenith will bloom from the odor of melanin's riddance... Technology destroyed the creatures' purpose on earth Global winds promulgate their discomfort and grief They label us oppressors, a typical scapegoat For their lives of rot and decay Two dimensional minds in a three dimensional sphere The trans-Saharan trade birthed a ninth-century delight The pathetic melanin bred repeatedly fall Like a northern storm on Ghana in his throne

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Come forth you shameless dark cunt Appeal to my mercy for your life I command the helpless dame Bound and shackled in chains In secluded regions Atop mountain heights The mystic starlight Impurity of the night Hear the crowd chant her name Pelting the peon with stones Devoid of nurture and care Lusting the vengeance of her stare Orbiting flames greet the dark The sounds of shackles commence The androcentric gem of life The fierce crack of the whip Rape of a Slave

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Social discontents To the guillotine Another global raid Without an end Endless combat throughout the world Loyalists wage world war again Decades of animosity Enforced by the empire's plague Fragile peons fell prey To tales of equivalence Transpolar combat A new age on the way The tyrants hang and sway As the hopeless Christian prays A trembling Semitic disgrace Into the heart of the enclave Where the strength of the enemy lies Brutal wars of attrition Savage combatants defy Decaying nuclear arms In the hands of the less than sane Radiation sickness Attrition to the grave

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025