The Three Woes
Unceasing rain deforms the horizon As twilight conquers the heavens Above god's advocates & all their broken dreams Curses possess the prayers Deceivers enslave the saviours No flesh shall remain unscathed For today only Death is praised! Hear the cries! See how they bleed! Praise the pain of their burning skin & rape their virtuous blood Let us grant this gift of Sin; The forbidden fruit, flowering within Come & reap! Make them bleed! Quench the sun, let thy kingdom come! Come & reap! Let them weep! Let thy kingdom come, let thy will be done! Step forth & deviate from the path of grace! "...Let thy kingdom come, let thy will be done As in Hell so upon the earth"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Towards the eye of night Where a peaceful silence veils the agony & woe O' Sacred fire with a darkening glow Through eclipse of all stars, thou shalt shine forevermore Alas! My mourning god! Thy tears storm ’pon me As I walk through this valley of the shadow of my own death With His restless flame scorching my heart To a darker shade of black And thus every knee shall bow to me... "Forsaking the right way, I have gone astray To quench every ray of light & paint the sun gray" Now I have come to sow thy desert with my bitter seed And eagerly thou shalt reap the rotten fruits; My blessing shall come 'pon thee & overtake thee Thus faithfully thou shalt speak all of my words And on this day thou may seek Death but shall not find it! Thou may long to die but Death shall flee! Away from light thou shalt wander, in hunger Towards the eye of pitch black night The Sacred Splendour in Darkness! "I hear His voice whispering unto me The Abyss in my veins, filling the black chambers of my heart O' how it beats only by defiling everything my pale hand may reach Beneath the deformed face of god himself... Come! Come to me in thirst, my sons! Step forth & swallow this curse! Become as one! To none of thy empty gods thou shalt sing praise For thou shalt not be saved!"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Woe! Woe! Woe to those who dwell on the earth! The sound of raging trumpets drowns our prayers, stolen from the starving lips So grant us torment, open the bottomless pit & release the bound bringers of plague At the great river Euphrates; Woe! Lead us through Death! Our fate is sealed And into thy hands we may command our spirits Only to die again & to ejaculate our last breath As a plague towards the eye of their god The fall of all is only one step away from the edge As our screaming choir splits the sun above For we thirst its raining ash To burn our false faces off And though the key to our salvation is lost We still pray for the presence of Death to release us "Has the lord forsaken his only children, or have all prayers been answered? Is it the lord's blessing hand that carries the scent of demise among the howling winds, gently tears the heavens asunder & embalms the earth that died? For how long we must wander 'til Death brings us to the shore Beyond this blinding mist our bastard father laid 'pon us?" O' father, holy father! The flames of thy purgatory have danced on our skin too! Wouldst thou forgive us, the sinners? For we shall never kneel before thee! "And so it was written At the dawn of man's fall Thus bury us side by side for tonight we praise the end of all... Grant us torment! Grant us death! Grant us total Darkness!" Woe! Woe! Woe!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026