Mysterious Yet Unwearied
Imprisoned in the cell of thoughts In the spheres of no return Insensible, unconscious beings The reincarnation of the human thoughts The creatures of energetic structures Fleshless beings of astral creation Lighter than air, lighter than gas Infest the primal spheres of space In the dimension where frost is the king And for warmth there's no place The occult beings forever dwell Dwell in countless astral spheres People born, people live, people die Buildings ruin by the sands of time But dimensions are stand constantly Without any changing in structures The cold endless universal paths Giant realm of molecular shadows Forever hold the gates opened wide To the great universal mystery
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Instrumental
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 18, 2026
Cataclysm or catastrophe? Who have the answer on it? We feel the presence of something we can't understand And it is here... to take us What came with that storm From the outer cold alien world Breaking through to our reality And sowing the fear in our hearts Blinding circles are in the sky Fools think that it is the second coming But it is our end that draws near It is the sinister omens What hides in this strange light That is flashing in the height Blinding our eyes and frightening our minds The foe, alien light People are always fear the things Which they does not understand Someone even deify it But there's no saviour or god In this light in the sky It came to destroy human race In wait all fell in deafened silence In wait for something that will happens soon And blinding mysterious lights still shine The unearthly sinister omens And it had begun.... None shall survive this invasion....
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
The sect of thugs was Kali servant They were ordered to destroy All that Vishnu created Vishnu the God of creation was crafty From all drop of extinguished blood He created new lives again and again Thereupon Kali gave an order to her servants: "You must kill Vishnu's men without bloodshed" The thugs were used the twisted kerchief To kill their selected enemies Troops of thugs traced their victims They committed murder just in secret After the rites of sacrifice The thugs buried their enemies By holy pick-axes Which were given to the loop-throwers By the priest of Kali Thuggery, nooses on the necks Kerchiefs saturated with oil No escape from this murder sect They were the Phansigars of India Suffocating thugs Killed in the name of Kali Buried thousands of bodies By their holy tools Thugs killed without fear They were violent and dangerous Strangers and Vishnu's men They killed without sense Thugs the masters of suffocation Thugs the servants of devastation The thugs put one's head in the noose Loop of rope with a slipknot That becomes tighter When the rope is pulled The members of this sect Were neat people In everyday life Thugs sworn the oath to the priest of Kali They kept a secret through generations But there were traitors And the sect of thugs was liquidated Kali the Goddess of devastation Had a strong sect There was like a war Between good and evil
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Climbing up to the hill Under the shine of the silver eye Revealing the ancient mysteries Of the ancient forgotten times Standing on the highest top Beholding the lands around I looked to the left - Soulless desert rises in my sight All is silent, all is dead Only black sands under the light of the moon Wrapped in mysterious mist Of deadly rest and gloom Like ocean of blackness The desert lies in front of me Behind the boards of mortals' world Sad land of no return... I descend to the bottom of the hill And reach the boards of my world Standing before the gates of darkness Wandering what waits me beyond The desert mesmerizes me I hear its call in my subconsciousness And trembling in fear... I make my first step.... The darkness swallows me Surrounds me like a stone wall I trapped in nothingness And doomed to roam To roam in everlasting night…
Can't you see that I am not a part Of your foul fucking love? Can't you realize that I do not live in dream And misanthropy is my spiritual infinity I play on the strings of mankind But my symphony is requiem And the great number of concentration camps Cover the blood-coloured earth War funeral march Is the play on my stage Holocaust of the races Is the act number one I am the artist who creating The art of homicide I draw the future of mankind - Pits full of corpses, crematoriums Creating the abhorrent masterpiece - The world of the steelhearted ones In my play you can't find the scenes of love They are buried in blood neath concentration camps On my drawings you can't find the bright colours Your future coloured in black and red But I am the artist, the creator My drawings made of blood of mankind And in your eyes I'm the God who creating The art of homicide..
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Coming forth from the realm of night Where human nightmares are bound By the ancient seal of morbidity Breaking to the world of human dreams Turn it to the cold nightmare Distorting the astral reality Invisible force of fear... In the night when sleep takes reign Dreamshadows begin to move Their whisper echoes like scream in your brain And you fall down to the unreal nightmare That drives you fucking insane Demons of your sleep Possess your sanity As your mind rides down To the abnormal reality Feel the subconscious pain As they swallow your sanity They, who was born by your sleep Risen in the spiritual brutality Invisible force of insanity... Hear them roaming In the labyrinths of your soul...
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Instrumental
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026
Materialized in another dimension Increasing the ancient cosmic power The soul flies to reach the side Of the ancient sleeping almightiness Seen through the flying shadows In the distance, hidden in darkness The ancient towers rise In black abyss of the ancient entity... ...The way to Dragonthrones... And they rise before my eyes The darkest visions come true Ancient monuments of almightiness Burning thrones of the Ancient Ones I have seen them Where Chaos roars Deep in the roots of all dimensions The sacred thrones of the Chaosgods Awaiting for the millenniums They stand here to return And to rise the black crown of Chaos Over the dying dimensions Unleash your spiritual power And Chaos will be opened for you And through the dimensions you will see The return of the true gods and kings Who are sitting on the Ancient Thrones
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025