Hail to Fire
We make the signs We speak the words We turn the key We summon thee Listen to the tyrannic sound Of the greatest of all furies Listen to the roar of the seas Of titanic waves spitting wrath Lightning whiplashes of the skies From the wounds of the storming clouds The ancient mountains rumble as The raging beasts awake to kill They no longer lie asleep All shall fear their cursed names Descendants of the dark stars Blaspheming against the gods of men Anxious to destroy your race And to wear your cut off face Bloody butchers of the night Ye shall delight to slay Listen to the piercing hymns Heralds of the war to come Undead legions head towards With sword at hand, maces and chains Coming from the blackest pits Rising from forgotten tombs Hungry for the taste of death The winds burst with their breath Raise your weapons forged to slay Infernal steel forged in hate March together with the hounds of hell Mighty brothers of the black flame Obscure gods older than time Lust for war and violence As bloody butchers of the night We shall delight to slay Awakened To Slay Open your eyes once again From the ancient sleep you are unchained Free to rule this land once more Spare no life, kill them all Behold the trembling men Feel the lust to kill again Listen to their horror screams One by one they pay their sins Hear the chants of genocide While the legions cross the land Awake they burn with hunger for Blood, vengeance from beyond A storm of evil will fall upon The doomed heads of the flock Triumph of darkness for evermore Woe to ye, lambs of god Your Salvation doesn’t exist Serve in fear and die in pain Bloody butchers of the night Thou were awakened to slay
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026
Prepare the Funeral Pyres Gather the marked stones Form a large orbit To lit the sacred bonfire Burn the fucking traitors Nail them at the cross! Can you hear the prayers? When their bodies stop to breathe The voracious flames of Lucifer Will embrace those who swore in vain As we utter the final imprecations upon their tormented spirits When the dawn arrives Deserters are nothing but ashes And charred bones for the hunger of the vultures You’re nothing but a black stain in my fingers After I congregate your useless spoil Worthless scum, boil in the Iron cauldron as the most miserable of all sustentations You don’t deserve more retribution Than to feed the insects without being buried Burn! Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni Fulget crucis mysterium Quo corpus proditoris Crematum est patibulo Once you have sworn allegiance to our law Thou shalt never break the holy oath Your weakness warrants your punishment Fall to the bottomless pit Where the fangs of His 3 mouths shall forever crush your soul
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 05, 2026