The Demon who makes Trophies of Men
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'Das Hakenkreuz ist unsere Sonne, der Sieg ist ein Gebot Das Reich ist das Paradies auf Erden und der Führer ist unser Gott In der Schule lernen wir Geschichte, die Geschichte unseres Volkes Deutschland siegt an allen Fronten und die Welt ist ganz wehrlos!!' Immun für die Wahrheit, vorbereitet auf den Tod Sie kämpfen für den Führer gegen die Armees aus dem Osten 'Die Unmenschen aus dem Osten sind die Feinde des Reiches Und für die Lehre des Kommunismus bezahlt die Menschheit den höchsten Preis Darum müssen wir sie ausradieren, die Jugend ist bereit! Wir marschieren geradewegs nach Moskau, wir verhüten Weltsklaverei!' Sie sind die 'letzte Hoffnung', lagern in den StraÃen von Berlin Der Tod schleicht durch den Abendwind und presst die Seele aus dem Kind Wenn der Todesengel für sie kommt, ist die Jugend bereit? Mit den Händen um die Panzerfaust, wollen sie sterben für das Reich? 'Die jämmerliche Armee marschiert sofort in Todes' Mund Das letzte Zucken des Dritten Reiches hat sich entzünd Kinderaugen starren in die Luft, mit dem Brustkorb restlos verwüstet Des Führer's letzte- und treueste Linie liegt blutend auf dem Boden Die Kinder marschieren reihenweise zum Himmel, herzhaft so herzhaft Sie haben ihr Blut gegeben und betreten nun das Kinderreich' 'Wüster Stolz rast durch mein Leib wenn der Volksempfänger schreit...' This track is based on the characters Inge & Peter from the 2004 German/Austrian film Der Untergang. The city of Berlin is heavily besieged in May 1945. As a desperate last resort, Hitler used his brainwashed army of children to 'resist' against the Bolshevik Russian Hordes. Kindertodeslied is written from the distorted point of view of 12-year old children, who, sickened by years of propaganda, still believed they were fighting for the 'Cause', and were helping to save their beloved (and by then hopelessly defeated) Third Reich. 'I saw Kaminski's men removing entire cartloads of stolen jewellery, gold watches, and precious stones. The capture of a liquor supply was more important for the brigade than the seizure of a position commanding the same street.' [SS General Erich von dem Bach-Zelewski]
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026
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Superior intellectual Unrivaled in its segment Brash and rash, spiraling down Comatose on its own terms Career killers in the clouds Fear of blackmail and Voodoo A Mexican Standoff eagerly sown Gloom and doom since 2002 Foot shot! Death Cult! Bitter peace Death Cult! With scorched earth brutality Stealing thunder for decades Clammy blankets, bridges burned, In failure we excellerate Death Cult California A twilight zone we cannot leave Millionaire sellers against the stream Impending doom since 2002 Gritted teeth – Foot shot! Crash and burn – Death Cult! Bitter Peace – Foot shot! Bridges burned – Death Cult Elastic retreat campaigns Unable to take the blame Pyrrhic self-congratulation Did not fool the vain All hope they will disband A gesture consumed by shame Wailing hymns of delight Teeth are gnashed with pride
Shrovetide is violated by heathens Nefarious splurges of sin Persuasion is trembling with fever And became a mantra of occult tongues Mankind enclasped Doom He turned his back on God Virtue became ultra-decadence We are all libertines of the damned A Fidei Defensor arises Flogged and whipped from head to foot The body cleansed by self-flagellation Supressed the lust of flesh and blood Night after night grim voices shriek In portentous horror dreams Even though his room was locked But a Seraph comes unseen The bloodstained walls surround him Icons made of Calvary wounds Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin Ill-fated to avert doom Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung I will be again the apple of his eye Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies The man started to cry, hands held to the sky And expected to be purified in flames But the Angel smiled and took the Book And commanded his holy mandate "The Lord foresees thy mother's advent Into the ranks of Paradise So spare him grief and deep distress And take her worthless life!" But shall she be refined in Thine holy light? Her spirit will shine will thousand suns Condone my doubt, but who am I? The haranguing priest of the newborn Herod king The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar Night after night his skin was flogged Damn those recurrent dreams Desperately flogging for relief While murmuring blasphemies The bloodstained walls surround him Icons made of Calvary wounds Dreams of riddance were shattered in sin Ill-fated to avert doom Let me embrace my fate which was adrift and hung I will be again the apple of his eye Take me from among the doomed Laodiceans Whose defamation thrilled the seething skies "Christ, enthroned in highest heavens Hear me crying from the deep For the fateful ones departed For the souls in a Laodicean sleep King of Glory, hear my voice Grant thy Faithful rest, I pray I have sinned, and may not bide it If you mark my steps astray She is Thine, O take her quickly Thou art her hope, O raise her high Ever hoping, ever trusting Unto Thee I strive and cry Let them through thy boundless mercy From all evil be restored Hearken to the voices pleading Of Thy Church, O gracious Lord!" The Fallen Seraph lowered his radiant mask And showed the man the countenance of the fallen Morningstar The man seemed stricken by a thousand bludgeons Penetrating just-healed wounds as foreplay for the storm "So because thou art lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold I will spew thee out of my mouth." (Revelations 3:16)
Submitted by Warbringer — Mar 27, 2026