Of Moonlords and Sunwheel Warriors

Hear the anger of Black Metal rising as a sunwheel Praise the breed of heathen blood Praise the breed of warriors Howl your been Bestiality Your true ancestral pride You must believe in yourself and be your first god You are the Black metal knights Results of ancestral cults Waiting for the final fight For your blood and your land You are the Black Metal knights Sons of the dragons of the north Deny all the books of lies and their feeble weak sons This putrid humanity and this bastard society Spit on this world of weakness build on debasing rules You mighty Black Metal knights lords of the only holy fight

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

I am the Black Death I am the night prowler The curse that creep amongst you men Prophetor from darkness Messenger of evil The poisoned thorn that will cause the decay of human race I hate you rapers I abase you when I terrorize your nuns And when your prudish daughters And sisters sell their souls to pagan cause Under the assaults of my tongue and my rod And league with me soul and body I am the infection I am the gangrene I spit my venom of soul and body

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Sons and daughters of weakness They don't believe in pagan freedom They don't believe in bestial force Grand fathers from the lands of shadows Narrate us your old legends from our fatherland as it was Let us know how it should be Concede us the lost knowledge Lead us to the heathen stronghold The great forest from your myth Mixing our blood and our land By and for the laws of nature Forever in our hearts and souls

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

No forgiveness, no mercy We are the barbarians I dream of million bodies strewing the battlefield Ripped up by the blades of vengeance Spilling their decaying guts in the grass Fertilizing my lands and forests The harvesting will be better next year We are the pagan legions in the employ of ourself I see thousands cadavers of those hippie vermines Gutted up to throat of their sacred ecstasy No tolerance toward this polluting waste No rave parties on my land They are the parasites they are the weakness Subculture for drugs addicteds

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Contemplating the fields of snow I perceive my own eternity At night I see all in black and white Concrete and filth disappear under a shroud of white purity But sometimes some pest shadows and jangles of humanity Appear in the middle of my fatherland And bring me back to this putrid present Sons of Wotan Sons of Teutates We are our own pride We are our own future We must protect our sacred children And transmit them our great culture Sons of Wotan Sons of Tuetates Remember our believes Remember our roots We are the heirs of Europa We are the heirs of pagan blood

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Nations of blockheads Rotten civilizations: Cutting trees and burning forests Building bigger towns and dams Burning more petroleum Building modern industries Give them what they've created Give them now their own future Offer them to stop loosing their time Show them what hate and vengeance means Burn Kill Clean this world under money domination Burn Kill Clean this world and its decadent parasites

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I saw you my son Contemplating our realm I saw you my son And I saw your eyes... Oh father Oh my king I know you see what I see Oh father Oh my king I know you feel what I feel... As this realm you are a son of the complete circle of moon and sun Of all seasons I'm proud of what I am I'm proud of who I am As you my king And as my ancestors I'm proud to be this people And as my people and as my army I am of moonlord and sunwheel warrior

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Here are the beasts The wild hordes of the last free men Hear the rising Hear the sons of the sacred oak Sons of freedom Sons of the oak Unconquered nation Sons of the oak Patriots Follow your destiny... What has become of your nation? Traitors and submitted masses! What has become of your nation? Slacks and smiling sheep! What has becoming of your nation? Running to his own death... Hear the breath of the roots The sons of the ancient nation The arising new order The army of pagan youth A new age will arrive The army of old nation is singing the song of victory "Death to the whores of modernity"

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Alone in my granite tower I only feel sorrow and pain May that be my last nightmare May that be my last dream The splendors of my lands belong to past and darkness I am the last emperor of an earthless nation The greedy modern nations submitted to deserts' religions had lead the fall of their world Million men and only one brain I am the armed arm of my great mother earth I'll purchase the last survivors with the anger of my armies I'll force them to scoff their money I'll force them to drink their petroleum I'll force them to eat their forests of concrete I'll rape their deviant putrid morality Heartless Soulless and without mercy we'll be the arms of vengeance Our goal is to kill and clean this decadent world and its remains We'll build the new order on the ruins of decadence The ashes will nourish the lands The earth of eternal nature May I be the last emperor May the earth be the law May heathen be the blood May this past be forgotten!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025