Might & Magic
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The power of all evil The source of Magic's light Defeater of the pagans Worshipping Crom's Might Fair ruler and protector killed by devil's hand Buried with his treasures he protects his land Tomb of the Stygian King His power rises in death Tomb of the Stygian King Enter at your own risk A new age begins Millennia have past Adventure awaits here In this cursed nest Crawling deep in the Dungeon a mummy on his throne Try to get closer – get the gold off his bones
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
I’ve got this strange, strange feeling I know that it ain’t right A sensation so thrilling A lust that I can’t fight Fuel, matchsticks, fire – tools of my desire, tonight I will burn you to a crisp, feel the devil’s wrist, alright Ignite the blackened sky! Flames are burning high Sparks are gonna fly! Hear the children cry, tonight Fire I don’t care if you are orphans I don’t care if you are old I’m sorry – that’s no offense I’ll burn you ‘cause your hearts are cold
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
A total eclipse, the day turns into night Skeleton warriors stand side by side Mortal missiles repelled by their shields All tanks are useless, the dead can't be killed Satan has summoned his elite An army of Styx under the moon Mankind was crushed into ruins They’re coming for you – the Vanguard of Doom Blasphemed generals shout their commands Banshees are flying, ready to land Black Magic Spells are cast to protect Unholy mayhem, the Living Death Our losses are too many to keep track Humanity was enslaved by the black They give you no choice you're ready to die To burn in hell or join their side!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
On a bright star-rich night first contact was done Alien forces finally have come We think they're saviors, they are our doom No treaties were made, we'll go with a boom Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s coming Oh, they come from the sky, the space invaders are calling Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s coming Oh, they come from the sky – Watch the Skies We wanted peace, they want to destroy We scream of pain, they scream of joy Their bombs have split the earth's outer crust Berlin is in flames and Tokyo’s in dust Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s starting Oh, they come from the sky, the space invaders are coming Oh, look up to the sky, the space invasion’s starting Oh, look up to the sky
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
I can see the white part in his eye A sign that he is close enough I send an arrow directly into his chest His mind shatters – he is taking his last breath I won’t stop until I take all of your souls Where is your God now? Where is your savior? I will guard this tomb – this tomb of mine Where is your God now? Where is your savior? Spirit Archer – fight for your soul Spirit Archer – shoot your bow I am lost inside this forest A wooden cross between the trees What is this strange light before me shining? A will-o’-wisp or a tavern’s lantern? I won’t stop until I leave this goddamned place Where is my God now? Where is my savior? Will I survive or will I stay until I die? Where is my God now? Where is my savior?
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Du arbeitest den Rücken krumm Kollegen mies gelaunt Alle denken du bist dumm "Was hört der für 'nen Sound?!" Lange Haare, Leder, Jeans Das will die Firma nicht Die Chefs die kürzen den Verdienst Du spuckst ihnen ins Gesicht Freitagabend ist‘s dir egal, irgendwo ist schon 'ne Show Wo Kumpels sind in hoher Zahl, da spiel'n sie Rock'n'Roll Gitarre, Bass und Drums so laut, der Sänger, der setzt ein Ja, die Songs sind dir vertraut und dein Aussehen stört hier keinen Heavy Metal! Wut im Bauch Alle sind hier so wie du Aus einem Holz geschnitzt Du vergisst den Tag im Nu Die Stimmung ist erhitzt Hard Rock Power, deutscher Stahl Musik wie ein Orkan Heavy Metal lässt dir keine Wahl Du bebst wie ein Vulkan Melodien aus einem Guss für die Ewigkeit Hier vergisst du all den Stuss aus deiner Arbeitszeit 10 Bier, 3 Korn und Tabakrauch, mehr braucht dein Motor nicht Du läufst nicht auf Sparverbrauch, du rockst, bis du zerbrichst In England fing es alles an mit Maiden, Saxon, Priest Sie zieht die Kids in ihren Bann, exklusive Musik Heiß wie Höllenfeuer, Heavy Energie Sie rüttelt am Gemäuer dieser Spießerdynastie
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
They tell us to play short songs and get nice looking hair But we spit on their graves – our band’s still there Stripes on a false tiger might wash away But a band of brothers is here to stay Occult Magic Might shine, we stand unabowed We’re still playing Heavy Metal – loud and proud They say they invoke demons – their spells are lullabies True warriors bow to none – ignore their cries Born! Born! Born to play on Ten A false prophet leads you and he will blind your eyes But he’ll betray you and you’ll have to play the price We crawled on our knees through sweat and through piss Spent hours on roads – were never paid for this We don’t care, laugh at us – it’s better than being ignored Anyway, used to it – that’s what fools are for “Change the singer!” they say, “maybe that will do!” “Whatever” we thought, we won’t listen to you Slaves of the mainstream – hear the Heavy Sound Perish before us – Masters of the Underground Puppets on strings, controlled by masked men Trying to cash in on the last of every fan Changing your form to fit into the scene Like a filthy whore – lewd and obscene As long as there’s a stage we can stomp on and rage As long as we still carry six-strings and slay You won’t get us down – we won’t kiss the ground We’ll still play the Heavy Metal Sound
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026
Demons dwell deep in the jungle The sign of evil points towards the sun The smell of decayed life surrounds you Their blasphemous rituals have just begun Moving onwards to the altar Poisoned arrows aimed at your heart You can hear their violent death screams The stairs drenched black by their blood Evil creatures, half snake and half human Trying to rip your body apart The golden age of civilization Will it end or does it start Might – Magic Darkness – Sorcery Armed with Crom’s Might Might – Magic Darkness – Sorcery Your sword reflects the light The temple turns to dust It will be your fate Eternal Champion’s dead Knock onto Valhalla’s gate
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Jun 05, 2026