Scorched Promised Land
With the last dying gleam of sunsets shine A pestilential fog rose from the earthen dark Miasma steam veiled the soil of the cemetery Shrieks from mortuaries broke out in the night Lost souls tragedy now a slithering form of purgatory pungent blasphemy Death rides shrouded Ghosts clawed their way out of their graves With an empty gaze drawn in a rotting face Stench from a thousand tombs propagates opening hell Through its seven gatеs; where the corpsеs plague took place to stay Outnumbered, condemned, devoured, we kneel to death Death rides shrouded Rain sweeps the landscape to erase all civilisation remains
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Through the corridors that made the maze of my nightmares The scent of decay blows silent Inhabitants dwelling in subconscious chambers The dead played back to my mind to remain Intense stench of decomposed dead, in pristine immaculate temples A cult to the darkest god envisioned, the idol of all unsung slaughtered Quest for emotions, and memories, tyrant mother, taste of death In the table of madness this covеn of bones coalesced to my suppеr Beyond the tears and anger a certain doom cast shadows of despair Lose all hope onto these gates, the meat hook waits and rusty blades So sharpened, they cut they way through your terrors; mortal dismay Better run away before it’s too late Death’s been stalking closely through the lunacy of ages
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
To the end we belong, no escape, no return With blind faith I believe destiny will retrieve Honour of days, torn in grief and shame This place won’t forget, and shall avenge the dead Horror and pain, in desperate dismay Stench of decay emanates from your flesh Glories of hell unfold their brutal grace And recompose your limbs to rip apart again Feeble minds will forget, and regrets come too late In a life, decadent, debauchery a fool’s contempt Did you forget those days of bragging disdain That brought you to kneel, pathetically weeping now Unearthly parade, marching through flames Carrying in pieces the living flesh of the damned Glories of hell bring hopes of repay, exultant souls face their own expiation
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Awaken back to life, shall I see the shine of dawn? Endless haze of a dark sleep to be strayed forever in Stiff and dead flesh warm again for maggots that dream in my brain Unfurl my shroud my senses sharpen to grope along the lid of my casket My voice is the only breeze that blows in this grim cloister Only silence and damp ground fills inside my coffin Draped in insanity builds despair as screams betide my lunacy A sleep to fathom deepest ground, will I arise in my darkest day? Chimes death call through funeral rites to make me rise Howls, lost souls, legions rotting walk thе earth
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Black clouds shroud the earth, a cold embrace from foetal madness Journey to the end, across the darkness; but is this a portrait of death? Crush the brave hearts, their will force drowned in blood Enter sleep in these fields, lifeless colours, worthless time Morbid scene where thriving shadows swarm the funeral dawn In the scorched promised land we prowl for memories A barren city sleeps as dream turns to nightmare
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Existential gateway revealed in acrid stench Tears its path open wide to your step, into the depth I’m pleased to guide your way towards a nameless grave Where you and thousands will find the everlasting world’s night Mass decay under shrouds of hate, just below our steps, in the burial ground Where your realm was burnt, and your hell begins For eternity in the burial ground Killing engines in rush, maximum cull time Massacre exеcuted in cold blood, so precise Roots of a nation’s disintеgration For the last time you’ll cry your vow, martyr pleas, worthless now Mass decay under shrouds of hate just below our steps, in the burial ground Where your realm was burnt, and your hell begins For eternity in the burial ground
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
The tide roars with fear, the names that hang in shame Across the gorge blown by the storm they swing within the rain Tonight the gallows flash back Seance for bereavement, bring forth the darkest days Recalled this very instant last ritual for the slain In the day of our vengeance, let them hang and rot Still these corpses hang to garnish our path of dreams And there they will remain blown by the breeze within the cold mist Festivals of slaughter shall be held in death silence Carnivals of hangmen eternal ceremonies in putrescence
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
In the night of banished souls we rise for centuries longed this sacrifice Fresh blood brings us back to life, see the gleam in the darkness, feel the knife Ancient curse, sworn beyond the wicker flames summon the ghost Procession moves across the fog, the wind brings us a canticle It’s the cold whisper of the dead, disincarnate coven parade A grim fascination snared in black contrition Darkness retribution, join the fog’s procession Paths left behind forgottеn curse Doomed souls’ toll in your dreams you’ll walk along Trancе nocturnal seance to die, phantasms march in ritual line In the night of witches they will rise from their ancient graves to chase the light Even though we hide they will entice those who by the coven abide A funeral wake nocturnal march in the middle of the blackest night Will you then believe your frozen eyes when they call your name to claim
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Gates of hell are bursting out through the walls stained with murder Restless souls are back from regions still unknown They never left these boundaries but stayed to haunt and sacrifice One by one all of the victims that ignored the curse For they join the dead that roam spell of wrath infects our homes Streaks of blood drawn in the walls none will survive, grudge takes its toll A relentless endeavour to erase the memory of a tragic result Outcome of lies becomes the demon that tormented us every day Torn to shreds these victims crawl to escape a timeless slaughter Occurred in dimensions misplaced, now the doors towards damnation
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
Lost road strewn with carcasses, stench of road kill fills the air Clans obscure, emaciated, shrine of peace is isolated In the middle of those charred ways all that time left was a shrivelled face Empty eyes, lagoons towards madness, womb of dreams and death Screaming gates are opened wide, lose all hope through the night A trip through rave has been bestowed to a place six feet below Friends and relatives ripped in two Severed, carved and hacked apart Tortured souls bid you aloud, welcome to the slaughterhouse Cutthroat ways and sharpened blades Youth slain, blood sprays Pungent taste of death dismay Deformed nature mis-creation Screaming gates are opened wide, lose all hope through the night A trip through rave has been bestowed to a place six feet below Friends and relatives ripped in two Severed, carved and hacked apart Tortured souls bid you aloud, welcome to the slaughterhouse
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026
In slow pace through my darkest embrace Drift across the path towards nevermore Flashbacks fit in those frames of time Where your agony prolongs for your eyes to remind Don’t cross the boundary of death Don’t taste the terror of your imminent demise without seeing my smile This shudder of your dismay death rattle laying face up Last farewell exhaled on your death bed thrills your spine In slow pace towards rotting ways your beloved ones left your forgotten carcass Flashbacks bring me back to your mind While your vital functions approach a ruthless cessation Regret and tearful eyes, whilst approaching your demise During this cold last breath In your deathbed, see my face
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026