Godslastering: Hymns of a Forlorn Peasantry

Almighty force of the damned Awakened by eons of pain Born of destruction and carnage Brought to light once again Upon frigid winds we ride Blaze the path of retribution Clashing of mere mortal weaponry Force of evil remains eternal Scars of the flesh will not deter The drive of of darkness’ force Rip and maim the opposition With no shred of human remorse With utmost faith in evil’s curse Move forth in the shroud of night Heed the peasant’s call to rule the land By gleaming of dawn’s light To beyond - the sanctioned suffering we shall no longer abide To retrieve - the reign of evil once lost Ride on - in triumphant procession Hail the darkness - drive forth the pursuit of carnal freedoms Upon frigid winds Almighty force of the damned Awakened by eons of pain Born of destruction and carnage Brought to light once again Upon frigid winds we ride For an eternity if need be

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

A golden flag waves over head-march forth with hate The symbol of the chosen land and what lies beyond the gate No price paid can deter the loyal legions of the beast Into battle to suffer for the creature of demonic majesty Endless war Battle is the blood of the beast Trample the fallen Torn flesh drives the will to defeat Long have fought the able ones for the land the creature blessed Long have died the able ones with beast emblazoned upon their chests Days and nights of unceasing might unleashed upon the hordes Inherent will to stand and fight as the implement of it’s horns Endless war Battle is the blood of the beast Trample the fallen Torn flesh drives the will to defeat The treaded path will never fade when trodden as it wills Creature of demonic majesty feasts but never fills No holy rite can wash away the power the beast creates Uphold the torch of evil’s will and march forth with hate

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Through pangs we work the land With pain of bloodied, blistered hands A weathered plane where life has ceased Demanded praise from papal beasts Ground is turned to no avail That once bountiful proven frail The well of eternal splendors has dried to holy endeavors Warding off the bitter cold, cloaked in disease ridden hides Withered spirits worked down to bone by deliverance through sacrifice Sown in barren soil Scant harvest is the omen of sorrow Sown in barren soil The noose of famine hangs for all to see Long has been foretold the exhausting plight of man Though withered torn and cold, through hardship we shall stand No solace is sought in allegiance to those who suffer not The hunger takes our strength, but our wills can not be fought Shepherd peoples with your scepter The flock of your possession That dwells itself in the woodland In the midst of a fruitful field Let them feed in the promised land as in the days of old Until then we reap abysmal yields Sown in barren soil

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Door het huilende woud Loop ik een verlaten pad Nooit gebonden nooit ongedwongen Voor altijd een met wortel en aarde Een glinsterende stroom verleidt mij Ik tuur vanaf de waterkant Op een bodemloze groeve Voor een zinkende geest Op maanverlichte pad volg ik een geluid zo puur Het trekt mij aan als een nieuwsgierig kind Hoewel ik voel dat ik voor altijd verloren ben Geef ik gehoor aan de oproep van een oorverdovend lot In de rustige heide wonen de verbannen zielen Die dansen in betoverende duisternis De belofte van stilte en breking van doodstrijd Wiegt mij in eeuwige sluimer

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Mist will rise from bloodshed on frosted fields Pestilent tithes extinguish life and crushing yields The twisted knife to purge and bleed Eclipsed with plague Carries death with moonlight veil Damnation’s call to me In time of tragedy Winter’s noose-like grip Attack of mace and whip Frigid winds blow strong through the barren plains Death sweeps through the city with extreme ferocity Hooves tread upon the freshly turned ground Famine’s victims devoured by hell’s hounds Purgations of bodily corruptions Votive offerings Prayers unheard The pain of life’s defeat A withered life in fragile hands Damned to be disinterred

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Mother of famine benighted in blood The common man’s plague helpless to the inevitable How can you demand such suffering of those devout? You’ve razed the fields and brought forth drought A future of grimness awaits those who stay blind Some pathetic tome or the passing of time Waste not want not the flesh of those lost Those bound to work thresh the yield dead from frost Upon the moon I gaze A lowland vision appears I call upon you mother Absolve us of our fears But the night sky yields no forgiveness No resolution from that which plagues A cold and dreary silence is the answer to our prayers Mother of sufferance will punish unmercifully Candidly she watches And revels in our agony You have taken that which affords us life as if snuffing out a dying flame Gratitude is no satiation For your hunger it will not cease On our fears, our pain, our peasantry With devastating appetite our mother glibly feasts Upon the moon I gaze A vision of lowlands lost I plead with you: oh mother Why have you plagued us with such frost A black sky yields no forgiveness No solution for that which maims I hear our mother’s laughter As her children endure such loss

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Ik lig hier naast een wilgenboom Vergeet mijn leed in blijde droom Een merel in een verre heg Zong luide van vergane dag Ik dacht aan’t lang verlaten huis Ik hoorde weer het zacht geruis Dat s’avonds door de linde ging Oh wat een blij herinnering Nog peinzend zie ik t’bloedend rood En schreed dan in ten groten dood En stilte zong de avond wind Gebeden voor dood mensenkind A trail of fallen kin lie before me As far as my tired eyes can see A bloodred horizon to illuminate my path I hear their cries as they share in my agony Eternal winter brings crushing despair I beg to be blessed by slumber Dreams of death’s embrace flood my thoughts May in cradle me forever Destined to carry the torch of time Frost bitten fields is where I belong Alas I sing a forlorn hymn As the peasantry works on

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

From the whispers of long lost tongues A tale is deciphered of the olden days When evil reign held courtship o’er the lands And beasts of untold might grazed upon the fields From cracks within the weathered stone A fog of ancient wisdom beckons It envelops the very heart of my being And calls do the depths of my soul An Illicit freedom to behold Devoid of holy inhibitions A path of darkness blazed through lands bereaved I heed the call of medieval darkness From whence an ancient evil once reigned Douse the light of the fickle flame Unveil thyself or fade away forever Lie in wait to rule again A clear path forms for evil’s heir apparent A primal invocation uttered No longer mute in subservient reverie Born to reign in pristine succession By the accursed blue flame of blasphemy

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025