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A wiser man said Not so long ago That there is a God A God of pain Of impalement Crucifixion Burning Branding Beating Brutality Of flesh Torn by the tips Of the finest leather whips God of denial Whose mindless revisions Manipulate the past With maniac intuition So tell of this path To my salvation Lined with pillaged alms Broken glass, bleached bones Backs of nubile sinners Waiting, pleading To be saved and slain Lonely lord of constant rejection Of relapse or escape Real love or lusty desires Surprising to think That this may be Pious policeman Fascist father Cruel old king: Relishing sadistic might Could it be by His own hand Right is wrong And wrong is right! A Christ on His throne All bleeding and dying Mary at his feet All bloody and crying And they call us morbid! We don't fear this fate Don't recoil from what's unknown But seek its dark embrace! They call me Heathen I don't fear this fate Send for your high priest I'll spit in his face!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
A wiser man said Not so long ago That there is a God A God of pain Of impalement Crucifixion Burning Branding Beating Brutality Of flesh Torn by the tips Of the finest leather whips God of denial Whose mindless revisions Manipulate the past With maniac intuition So tell of this path To my salvation Lined with pillaged alms Broken glass, bleached bones Backs of nubile sinners Waiting, pleading To be saved and slain Lonely lord of constant rejection Of relapse or escape Real love or lusty desires Surprising to think That this may be Pious policeman Fascist father Cruel old king: Relishing sadistic might Could it be by His own hand Right is wrong And wrong is right! A Christ on His throne All bleeding and dying Mary at his feet All bloody and crying And they call us morbid! We don't fear this fate Don't recoil from what's unknown But seek its dark embrace! They call me Heathen I don't fear this fate Send for your high priest I'll spit in his face!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Black hearths Long crumbled Still stains From flames Remain Unseen Stones fall To smother fertile soil Day after day Piles hundred On thousands Duchy of Brittany Palace and prison Where bones of Master and slave Rot incognizant To class, country Or creed All beneath my feet Monuments to monarchs Long forgotten Where now all are free to tread Spires of massive towers Loom to survey Old rivers, fields Kingdom's groves Feathers, snakes, wildcats Slowly drift and roam Over dominions Of moss covered stones Beneath my feet Lives of toil Collapse into the fertile soil Wind and rain! Dismantle what remains Wind and rain! True rulers in this domain Of monuments to monarchs Long forgotten
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Human all too human! Written in lonesome sorrow Holds hard truths Herads downfall In the newborn century Oh what heavy hands! What armies at your command! I need not the blank expanse Canvas of unknown failures Pitiful, as it plods It drags behind it The stench of bloated justice The death throes of countless Fallen idols Pained, painted faces Desperate, braved For what waits ahead Charged with foul tasks Set to destruct; I create when I destroy Fascist misinterpretations Of our natures or creations But human all too human Perhaps it is true: Maybe there is only so much Damage we can undo A burden that's relentless And yet is all our own: To perish with a sneer Where a smile could have grown A burden that's relentless And yet is all our own: To perish with a frown Where a smile could have grown Oh, what heavy hands! What violence at your command! Oh, what heavy hands! What armies await your commands!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
I spit Vomit Thick, white smoke Across endless riffs In fields and waves Not unnerved Or deterred By all it surrounds Blue Moon Haze Clouds my vision Clears my mind Clears my vision Clouds my mind I reach out Further than ever before To grab brittle sycamore Feel it break and crumble In my grasp, I watch it Fall to pieces Winter rolls Thundering drums bubble A furious ghostly beat Blackened spider Sits aglow in my hand Sending smoke Shooting up With each crunch of the battle-axe Sweetly sung Slowly sung Primitive trail of moons Gaze into long barred wells Outer spaces, immense infinities The screens simulacrum They shall share nothing Of the joys of sex and sin Boundless pleasures and pains Of loyal friends and kin Blow out the candle light! I'll tell you what I see: There is color in the darkness! Momentary consciousness In the violent explosion Of a match-heads whisper Hiss, pop Shut out All that is inside All that is other Only to hear Clamors from within Only to hear Foul chatter within Blue Moon Haze Clouds my visions Clear my mind Clears my visions Clouds my mind
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Wander through brush Through thick wood Over briar and sorrel Stepping and never seeing Never needing rest or repose The day begins its end The night rises Ever so dark Ever so black But one misplaced step Spells chaos One misplaced step Into seeming oblivion Tumbling down Down, down Into the never-ending scope Of the unknown Consumed by woods Eaten by the thickets The insanity of utter isolation And disorientation After wandering for endless nights Where sunlight never penetrates And not even the light of the moon Can guide the way: Salvation in starvation So when wandering The Primrose Paths Remember to heed these words Remember each step could be your last 'Cause one misplaced step Spells chaos One misplaced step Is all it takes To bring you down
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Bow Pledge addiction Allegiance To vain narration And conquest of our dreams Our warped windows Poorly masked misery Already so familiar In its anonymity Busted freights flash by I hear I'll learn, in time To tune out the squeals Of steel The fumes of shit and decay Foul, festering depths Of inflicted wounds All the nightmares I never remember For all the wasted days I can't forget I tire of this stubbornness Inevitable regrets No delusions of clarity Outside subjectivity I seek simple pleasure Worn out Patch-worked Into obscurity Trampled underfoot, all life That springs forth afresh Unnoticed, till broken Under grinding wheels Through endless repetition Endless repetition And worship Of petty variations Narcissus watches up From his shallow grave We stare back Oblivious to resemblance
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
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In Newry town, I was bred and born On Stephen's Green now I die in scorn I served my time on the saddler's trade But I was bound to be a roving blade At seventeen I took a wife Loved him dearer than I loved my life; And for to keep him both fine and gay I to robbing on the King's highway I never robbed any poor man yet Nor any tradesmen did I beset But I robbed lords and their ladies bright And brought their jewels home to my hearts delight I robbed Lord Golding I do declare And Lady Monsel in Grosvenor Square Shut their shutter, bade them goodnight Then home I went to my heart's delight To Covent Garden I made my way With my dear wife for to see the play; Lord Fielding's men did me pursue And taken was I by the cursed crew My father cried Oh my darling son! My wife he cried I am undone! My mother tore her white locks and cried That in the cradle I should have died When I am dead and in my grave A flashy funeral pray let me have; Six highwaymen for to carry me Give them good broadswords and their liberty Six pretty maids to bear my pall Give them white garlands and ribbons all And when I'm dead they may speak the truth He was a wild and wicked youth
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026