We, Invaders

When the parallel spiral unravelled Before the firm grasp of my abominable Came my birth in the well of the wretched Novae, braggart of a last jest My non-Sylph spread down In the core of the hideous carnival grotto Covering me of a Viperean mask EnoreKiK eKarov sed xueil dSevape TnarutpaK nom ruehlam ne snoredial Rus ed Selpitlum SeteKaf ud tiafneib The grand fork silence Arising for the anchor's cell Enu eReip eroloKni, L noisrevni ed Al eLitnel Enu egnarte emrof, L riovuop sed sreinred-sen A maelstrom where repose the villains Of the bazaar of virtues Denaturation of the ork by the Zirconyum A grinch in the night wearing its crystals eternally A dispirited lunatic passage Broken by the traitors... . by this pernicious soothing A mistake followed itself in the decisive cryptage When the telescope fell on the inverted astron The utopia was not mechanically very long And logic vanished under the illogical "If only there has been a claim for my sectimes My poor sectimes... .they are... .they are mine!!!" A frenetic impulsion influenced When escaping the human yawning chasm This globe transformed into memories Novae, braggart of a last jest My sylph fled... After the (firm) grasp of my abominable Allowing me to wear my Viperean mask

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

A chill in the air Atmospheric matrix sweeping on bohemian campgrounds When the voices of violoins carry the entranced wanderers in a ring of firelight Creating strange sorrowful dancing shadowy shapes blessed by The scent of exotic incenses and spices A nomad ritual of mourning for dryads and their sylvan kind Torn from the earth by the fouls ...and as the roaring fire melts away the sadness The cards of fate are cast to the west In a last hope for these green lives Torn from the earth by the fouls A curse upon the emperors and their mighty delusions May the polluted wind rightfully melt the wheels of gold; infect once and for all their corrupted shells ...and let them choke These gypsy souls sang an ultimate cry For the pain, for the suffering Cause by clone-minded leprechauns Purse-driven greedy assassins These gypsy souls sang an ultimate time For the pain, for the suffering A feast of atrocity offered by so called nobles ...but now comes the Djinn, make a wish...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Hunters, Hunted, harmony found in silence Breath the fresh air os the sleeping pinetrees Levitate our thoughts to the high branches Buried under the snow Pure and white as an untouched young women An erotic masquerade of soft promises Elegants and charming are we to their eyes With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls Charming are we to their eyes With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls Oh sweet night we cherish you Let us dance under your glorious black wings Oh sweet night we hear your cries This symphony of tranquility inspiring grand bewitching waltz Oh sweet night we cherish you Les us be thou companions of suffering Oh sweet night we hear your summon This beautiful music brought forth by the wolves hymn Oh sweet night Let us dance under your glorious black wings Oh sweet night This symphony of tranquility inspiring grand bewitching waltz Sumptuous feast of pale virgins Nudes under the gleam of the Silverorb In a foggy glade of a dim mounful forest Rejoicing under the pipes of satyres "Beyond pleasure in this night of erotism Filled with delightful melodies and bloody carresses" To the perfects, we present immortality Enjoint with the powers of the night For the dark gift possess a fondness for beauty Only for those inspiring orgasm on sight Oh sweet night we cherish you Take us toward far off horizons Oh sweet night we heard your call Where dawn is no more, forever lost in time The promised Land of darkness An erotic masquerade of soft promises Elegants and charming are we to their eyes With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls Charming are we to their eyes With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?