Ablaze

Ground to dirt, never to fall! Drowned in the fires of a wrathful god Consume me, thy flames complete me Make me ash upon the grave of life Crushed to dust, never to crawl Angels sing the psalms of a burning god! Immolate this flesh, extinguish the spark As ashes fly forth, a low herald Of the birth of a rising sun! Anguish shall visit Our barren hearts Our blood, our skin To be burst apart This day, heaving with life under sulphurous skies Hangs the sword of death And anguish shall visit our hearts As the dust begins to fall Cloaking the flesh of the quivering earth Cursed my heart and cursed my womb And cursed my light and hope beneath this gathering doom This is my blood, my skin, my heart Gleaming bright with poisoned life Thus I am desolate within desolate lands Cursed, sundered and made as ash upon a thousand blades

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

And I will plunch out your heart like a rotting fruit Retching forth the meat into the mouths of the sick And I will heave your children into the purity of fire Ending hope with a blade through the cunt of god Dead and doomed, thy soul is broken and doomed No call, no cry, no roaring scream for true salvation Your lethargy condemns thee, I curse and abuse thee I have no hands to lay upon thee, no truthful gift Beside the relief of poison through thy veins So I will make thy soil waste Choked with the bloody waters Of a thousand throats And I will tear from your crown Fistfuls of brilliant light To wear as my own Resplendent, I am shining bright A vile glow to eclipse your own! Forever above all It comes, it comes for you! Rays of death to burn your flesh And drag you to see I will drink my death from the cup of new-found life Come to me with eyes of need Tongue cracked, broken, sore And I will turn water to sand To feed the mouths of my own Come to me with lungs of fire Fierce with scorn, fierce and loud! Roar with me before the pyre Speared with thorns, high and proud!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

Stinking streams of burning blood This rotten incense of lowliness Torn from undying sin Curled around my heart This night of nights forevermore A fervent darkness inflamed Beneath the stare of raging idols The heaving mass moans Cast inward, toward the depths Lurk horrors before my altar Thus I see And swarm as a tide of locusts Choking a thousand throats In me, through me, of thee! The unbowed tree, of putrid fruit In me, through me, of thee! Spreads the shining venom of god Twisted hope Broken and made anew Communion Of broken blades Stinking blood And ashen mouths Hopeless Boundless Eyeless I am the serpent's tongue Dragon-blooded, fire-veined Devouring beast of burning waters The fervent darkness inflamed

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

A wicked glow explodes! Amidst this churning haze The tangled limb grows Ripped from snares, thorns My grail of life is turned Heaving hate and scorn Come now, let it begin! A thousand throats will roar On this day of sin Let every faithful man Be woed for the pyre Crowned in brass Reign of stone Entombed in glass The dead enthroned Streaming, ceaseless flood I am born again within this blood Freed now from chains of regret To hang around another's neck Soaring, cracked and bent Weaving strings of sin Flung forth as golden nets And so righteous judgement comes To rape the hope of tomorrow Raging fires, blackened limbs Hell has come to lay itself As an iron weight of ruin Upon an infant's back Blessed to burn in eternal fire Savage pride, vicious glory Bear it now with joy and might As the tongue of death cackles Like a jubilant plague

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

Worm, reveal thyself As the craven spirit Of the corrupt and weak Who viciously bleed the sinking twilight Of the holy mind Lord, come Weep and tremble with a righteous fury at this decline Claim your retribution Rotten angel, revered opposer O Angelstar, grant me the abyss Descend and upend The bronze cup of rebirth And scream with a voice that is thunder! Etched in skin, sin of sins Plunge thee deep into the veins of wonder And thy false sun Will crack as glass And surround thy head With a shameful crown Of glittering brass There, beneath life's shattering weight Spine twisted and bending low You who toil on the squirming path With heart gasping and slow No peace, no respite, no hopeful hours Come swiftly upon thy head For I will be your scythe With eyes burning like a thousand stars And my path will be washed clean Immaculate with the steaming blood Of a reforged heart

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026

Here and now! High and proud! The molten blood of kings Rages, with strength most dire Life through rotting veins Disaster flesh, put to the fire Purging the sins of endless need Sucking holes to rend and bleed And be born again Cold and dark! Within and without! Above broken stone and mold Hanging low the sword of death Wound me now, tear within Dawning light, an exile here A weak relief that bears ceaseless shame For the beast that shines need only To hear his name The signs of the end are all around us Etched in fire by the left hand of god Wail! The lord of light Has declared disaster against you! Failed! Our words prevail As silver drawn from the sour earth! An empire at its height, reflected in polished gold Coughing up the dust of dead devotions Return, return! Breather of light Bound and blind! Rejoice in fire Return, return! Mover of light Bound and blind! Ignite my pyre

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026