On Crom’s Mountain

Honey, spare me the details C´mon now, cut the crap Well tell me where to go woman Show me where it´s at! Some men got their subtletics Some men got tact Well, I ain´t got none of these Baby, I´m a batterin ram! I got the right connection I got the will of steel There´s only one direction When I´m behind the wheel Storm the gates! I´m living in a ram´s head I got the monkey on my back A prehensile nightmare When I attack! Hungry like a wolf Demanding like a prince Well, all I know here That life´s a bitch! Some men got their subtletics Some men got tact Well, I ain´t got none of these Baby, I´m a batterin ram! Raise the stakes now one more time Before we kick the can Way to play, your place or mine Baby I´m a battering ram!

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 12, 2025

The strangest rumblings, underground That old crow Titus, he knows the sound Three thousand miles, across the sea Something stirring, the legions deep! Cthulhu rises from his grave The Lord of R'lyeh lives again That not dead, eternal lie And with strange eons, even death may die! Once saw the horror, made from clay And cherished madness, ´til this dark day Now after a million, sleeping years We all shall realise, our deepest fears A shape immortal, a dreaming god Tentacled horror, raise pseudopod And ive the hail, dark rage unfurled Servants of Chaos - to take the worlds! A sunken city beneath the waves A hungry horror - destruction craves A Strange dimension, an outer dark Ye gods of evil, this power hark Upon the surface, Cthulhu rise And once acknowledged, the fear dies Through Arkham madness, and lunacy In gibbous frenzy - we are free!

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 12, 2025

The people stand and stare, they drag the woman by her hair Parade her through the town, they´re gonna take a witch woman down! C´mon and burn the witch! They tie her to the stake, her eyes flask with ice cold hate Storm clouds claim the sky, signs ward off her evil eye Witch woman I loved you don´t you know Your fire burns inside my soul Repent my child before it´s too late See how the devil can steal your fate When we burn the witch! The wytchfinde lights the pyre, the leaping flames get higher and higher Spells foat on the wind - a strange nightmare settles in! Lightning strikes the ground, storm clouds burst, the rain comes down The witch she stands unscathed, but the village huts are all ablaze!

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 12, 2025

Shades of iron grey against a mustard sky The world´s a weary corpse out leant Through the thickening gas, some men are born to die And some their country´s rage to vent The heaviest burden that a soldier has to bear The crushing weight of his defeat To save an empire, men offer up their prayer To strive, to fight, and not to yield Adsit Anglis, Sanctus Georgius The Phantom Bowmen of Agincourt Overwhelming odds too Englishmen are bait Outnumbered, figures soldier on But prayers of sout hearts are heard by noble dead And soon begins the battlesong! ´Ye ghosts of England that lay grounded in the soil Take your hope and look to the skies And all old lions that once roared at Agincourt I now command thee to arise! Adis Anglais, Sanctus Georgius The Phantom Bowmen of Agincourt A raining tide of arrows born on spectral wings Array, Array, Array, Array! Falling from the sky was angel steel divine To wash the enemy away The noble German dead lay littered on the soul And none to bar the soldiers´ path But no mortal wound on these men could be found Just Merry England´s hearty laugh! Adsit Anlias, Sanctus Georgius High chevalier - defend us all!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 12, 2025

Grey sombre bell Tolling weird foglight Follow to dwell In the weeds of her caress Gold in her hair The priestess is calling In darkness she glows In dark spectral bethel Submarine churches Order esoteric Mother Hydra´s spell Coiling in old father Dagon´s Bell Brooding fishhead Chthonic scholar Contaminant Moontide philosopher My body bursts and swells In unknown calling Transformed into Oily wrath of the sea Submarine churches Order esoteric Mother Hydra´s spell Coiling in old father Dagon´s bell

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026

Can you see the destruction that the future holds? The systematic destruction, of the brace and the bold Words of slumber not battle, what the leaders talk And as machine guns rattle, you run, you can walk or... March! for! War! Evil the law! The secret puppet masters, pull like thugs on the strings And as we drown in their laughter, people become things We might have what we wanted, we don´t have what we need The only people truly alive, the one´s prepared to bleed and ... March! for! War! Evil the law! Electronic messiah, from a prehistoric land Fan the flames of their fire, for the masters plan Ancient dominator, the individual dies And sooner or later, a new collective cries ... March! for! War! Evil the law!

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 12, 2025

A bloodthirsty lunge A right wing swing To the striped Cat Club for Gloria Flynn Smack ´em in the eye Kick ´em in the head Kill ´em ´til they´re dead Bloody handed bliss What you think of this? Give your pain a kiss Waterfront fists! Curly hair and violet eyes Her Indian club, a hard surprise! Red Roach makes his move The pain is coming soon Fifteen fathoms higher A portside fist of fire! Smack ´em in the fuckin´ head Kick ´em ´til they´re fuckin´ dead Hit the fuckin´ ref instead! All three to the canvas fall All for one and one for all All of us are born to brawl! The fourth round tearing in Sledgehammer to the chin Southpaw feinting right Time to hit the lights! I lost the girl, and the money too A well thrown fist, my only truth

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 12, 2025

Lies and pain and an evil heart I walk this world a man apart Ancient voices crowd my brain I assure you dear, you´ll live again The Necromancer! Lika a black banshee on the winds of death I walk the road of nightmares on the devils breath Take my strength from the souls they give In grey grim world under coffin lid The Necromancer! The last vestige of entity leaves you, and your weary soul welcomes the cold eternal repose of rest The calm of non-being and the forever dream of secrets as the scent of heaven drifts in dying nostrils But through the fleshy cosmos comes a strange groan and the crackling twitch of stiff dead fingers You hear the call and your black lungs dusty howl, as the runes muttered seal you in hell Awake!

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 12, 2025

Men at arms on the ocean wave Hell bent on death and rape Leave now, before it´s too late In the mist when the thunder strikes We descend from the Northern Lights Ride the storm and see what bites! Odin calls from across the sea Freya sends her love to me The best things in life are free Thor lends his strength to all Loki answers our wolfen call Tyr laughs as they fall... We come in our longships We don´t take any bullshit We just take all of your shit Viking Pirates of Doom! We come to your island We come to break the silence We come for sex and violence! Viking Pirates of Doom! The storm our brother and the sea our bride Pain and death, another wave to ride We "hail" those who´ve died In the mist glory awaits Hand in hand with Hel´s black gates Only the Norns know our fates Odin! Odin! Odin!

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 12, 2025

I have lived a varied life but never gave Quarter to any man, nor been a slave Made many journeys from my homeland Now, across the border of death I stand Lightning strikes! Biting through mist and shadow, Raven's wings! Beat darkly in the gloom, Grim corpses! Surround him on his iron throne A heavy hand! Hammers down my doom! On Crom's Mountain! I was a mere boy, when as a man I stood To repel invaders from our land of woods I cleaved many a skull, before my sixteenth year A long and bloody path has brought me here YE SHALL BE JUDGED MORTALS! I grant thee a boon now warrior stand To rejoin the world of men To venture forth in the realm beyond To reap more souls for Mount Crom Your passion be fire, and your will be ice I give you your strength and that will suffice Trust not women, nor wizards, nor gods Never give up, whatever the odds CROM HAS SPOKEN And so, I was born again, born on the battlefield, son of a blacksmith! So Crom did grant my fate to the Steadfast Ones Eternal Lord of Mist To have my name bound in their iron book Was yet to be my heritage I'm Alive!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 10, 2026