Of Spectres and Strife Lyrics & Tracklist by Unhallowed Deliverance

Us swine are marching now, from the holding pens Like flickers we appear, and just so we pass by With blinded eyes we cannot see the harvest drawing nigh But we’ve known it once, and I do still They’ll come again to bring home the kill With knives and lies spin death from life And these horrid yarns of spectres and strife

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Blood flows and forms a river Between the sties They just stand there and watch Lonely their hope dies Crammed together but in death alone Lend my ears now to the harvest sound One day all life must pay deaths conclusive loan All my kind has from birth to it been bound Sound now grows until it’s deafening Still, we march on to deliverance Stoutly I await my extinguishing If on this day I die, it’ll make no difference Step by step into the abattoir’s gorge Advancing call of the lower world’s horde They’re rasping, screeching for my mortal soul As one by one the butcher takes his toll His knife digs down into another one’s throat Then leaves him there to squeal and choke The lower world demands more For a moments time I lose consciousness A strike pulls me back from my somnolence Back to this processed terror, back to this godless place My thoughts circling as the butcher kicks in my face Snot, pus, faeces and lymph, a whiff so maddening My life starts to flash out before my eyes No use to find in all this battling Lengthen the bleed, the stomps, the cries, the pain Think back to that wretched day that had me spawned The crown sin with which I had this world so badly wronged Fifty thousand more of me to pledge their meat Eat where they shit and die right where they eat Through rape they planted All my disgraceful seeds Conceived, then trampled No mind, no thoughts, no needs In piss she farrowed My filthy mother whore The cage too narrow To love me, walking gore Birth leads to rape leads to birth and then ends with death Dear god, can you set me free? I long for your embrace Cut me from this world where we all wait to bleed No voice shows mercy now And all I hear are the wretched screams of hell Dragging on Devouring Though I know What I saw Was way worse Than any hell There could be Children crushed By their mothers own To be fused with shit And then flushed down low At least they didn’t see the harvest floor Their altar of charade Close the final door (behind me) Consecrate the blade (not dullened still) They lead us to the pod (together) The lower world now roars in the tongue of gods Stinging pain in my lungs and my mind leaves the organic Dragged out to the offering stand Where already he waits, with sacred knife in hand His eyes pierce my motionless hull as he Stabs me through my throat, and slowly I turn blind A final realization creeps in my mind They will eat us raw

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Through the world you forage ever forth C-section, lights, yet another successful birth Naked scream as you’re pulled to life from foreign will Raised void of fear, always girded by wealth and mirth Fitted out with capacitance and prying skill Notions of life, that you go through mechanically Parents hope, in education you shall never quail But at its end waits a worrisome clarity Understand that they built you to eventually fail Avail! Like snails you slithered Thought time was not a threat At death soon shivered And all your life’s regret Like snakes I slithered Spewed forth a righteous lie But still I withered To age and rot and die Like worms we slither Towards that lapsing light From sin delivered But still no hope in sight You were taught that for worth you would have to Toil and strive to acquire what was advertised Car, house, kids and yet still you pursue That calf of gold, that waits sterile, lifeless, carburized Like worms we slither Towards that lapsing light From sin delivered But still no hope in sight In your youth swore an oath to your friends that Leaving them would be nothing less than treachery Now in age you all wait for amends As the TV screen overshines their fading memory Lone, waiting there listlessly, as age comes in waves, never to leave Hold tight and don’t look ahead Nightly the brooding will follow Even all that cash won’t force your kids to stay Earning tough pills to swallow And you just sit there and wait You’re struggling, following, smothering, Holding onto that thin thread that was laid out Sleepwalk through life, in the manger you sink your snout While the days to years route Still grovelling, swallowing, wondering Drivel from your phone seeds out what you won’t doubt Blame those with less, or with more and then vanish in the crowd Pride you only can feel when you bow Worms small slither ‘neath ere the sunrise Worms small soon shall realize: You will all die alone One last lie to pray ere the curtains fall and you then draw your last breath on this godless world

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

The homo sapiens is an interesting creature Bipedally striding onward, face still turned up to the stars With tools equipped for subjugating all of nature Abhorrence is waiting dormant in this species of ours Face the lowest form of man Some specimens of the simian can perceive The true nature of our cosmos, all that slithers, teems and breathes The lowest form however such heights never can achieve It copies and follows, denies, drops eaves Chocking on its wealth, it is fearful of all change For it worries that could mean that it soon would have to share All what from it differs it perceives to be strange What populists use to deceive and ensnare That is their method, simple answers for the oafish Claiming those who lived here longer deserve more than foreigners Unempathetic, greedy, addled, dull and selfish Substituting with its homeland its lack of a character Fills up the spaces of that which it doesn’t understand Confabulating stories, then wedging all things inside Striving for more, but every time finding out it can’t From society’s progress in the masses it now hides The knowledge that it took to edify all that The cities and engines of the ape employ Misconstrued in its greed and at Every chance only used to destroy Cherry-picks which it for its purposes can Use, the rest it will gladly deny Its dwindling privilege surfaces, then The public consensus it will defy Taking many a form, from false healers to priests Executives, saints, demagogic leaders Abnegating how they evolved from the beasts Hubris dwells in offended believers On all that’s wrong it perpetually feasts We’ll have to cleanse ourselves of that filth that takes the form of man Teach it that its wrong, vote it out, ban its lies and Let it maul itself, open its children’s eyes The only way for humanity’s ascent Will be stripping itself of the false that subtend Assimilating them through education A futile endeavour or the path to redemption? So, to conclude, it is our solemn obligation To from this all our communion cut out democracy’s foes Bring here the scalpel, a society’s ablation Ere our treaty with nature we unawares foreclose

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Amal was born by the shoreline at night Not far from them raging a thundering fight There pushing from the mountains, insurgents and change A balance of power by force rearranged Yet once the seditious carried out their coup And once all the greedy collected their due The looting and famine, they never surceased And Amal's growing eyes still never saw peace Astern the past, ahead dark clouds rise Portside tyrants, starboard the same disguised Governed anew, the violence the same Redeemers maim The cities aflame Her mother now tells her of a place beyond the waves A land of milk and honey, of wealth that saves All those seeking refuge, from war, hunger and plague Where hardened men for cash by boat would take Astern the past, ahead dark clouds rise Portside despair, starboard the ideal dies Weeks later she received a number Men came, took some cash from her Told her to meet them by the brack And nil but most essential to pack Left all which to her belonged Meet them down by the pier Sold it so they could afford To from here disappear Dozens are climbing aboard Ere the captain starts to steer Sail off to the place beyond These ailing waves of fear Forty hours since they left, still no shore in sight Of hydration bereft, Amal clutches tight Mother’s chest, so warm As above them now forms a storm Astern the past, ahead dark clouds rise Portside waters crash, starboard loud cries Above Allah watches with a frown Below the cold, in which their hope shall drown All of the promise they yearned to believe All of this hope, these dreams of reprieve All of these people, their fates frugally Like cats in a bag are thrown to the sea To the sea!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

I found a hole in my garden where no neighbour sees Six inches wide, fully blackened even in daylight “Might be a mule”, I thought, to quell the vague sense of unease Which a few nights later then turned into full blown fright It just grows now, swallowed up my lawn whole At its rim I stood and gazed down into the voiceless gloom Try and dig till the break of dawn still ever bigger from my window see it loom Mere soil won’t do! Cast knowledge, theories, all your truth Learn, learn, push on through All my brains and all my youth For youth I had in spades still, and girls were there as well With skin like silk, eyes like fountains, laps, oh, so warm, and souls so pure They made some sounds as they fell Yet to my greed they were no cure Next, I amassed assets, pricey shares and richness Pour them down with tallest engines Loan my soul out to crank up business Invest the profit into sumptuous pensions Letting the neighbours witness Leaving behind my apprehensions Drown the hole in vanities All that shines and all that’s new All my childhood fantasies Lose their taste the longer I chew The neighbourhood was eaten by the hole while I Resort to chemicals to channel down my aimless wrath Phenylethylamines, hydroxyl groups and benzodiazepines Feed its maw, my deliquescing soul, my only path Afore the chasm alone I stand A mirror for the sky to the horizon extends It all just fell, widening instead of darning Maybe if I had let it, it’d stayed six inches wide Over this here void, there will surely break no morning Close my eyes and take ahead a single stride

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

An inherited guilt I bear My home, my haven, raised I was here Through summers superb and winters austere Our family’s home for generations elapsed It was rectified, fortified, registered, taxed But ever since I started living here alone From the shadows now and then echoes quietly a moan A lament without mourner, a story without teller A naked accuser waits down in the cellar Whispering from the walls Lurking through the halls I start to dream of a desiccated spring Surrounded by skinny bodies that to it cling With different skin and faces not like mine I wake up drenched in sweat, suspecting a crime So, in the cadastre I’m looking for a clue To find this house’s worth didn’t gradually accrue It was taken in a flash, evidence then swiftly razed Then replaced with a new culture and haughty self-praise Realize this was never mine As from the walls I hear it chime “The land you flagrantly claimed, it harbours no truth” Voices shrill accuse, I know no excuse For the sin in our nation’s youth The devil in the basement, he’s screaming my name Racks me in my dreams, while he plots and schemes His stories of theft and rape and shame Fear struck I run home The air now feels noisome All the houses look the same And all neighbours bear my frame Shut the door, lock it, bar windows, then rush to arms Peek through windows, neighbours now viciously contorting forms From below hear him, run upstairs, but still now calm From the hall croaking, he draws near, to bear my qualm And now I lie awake in my bed, the gun clenched in my fist as I feel: These walls were built for a ghost, to harbour the truth But we spoiled it all, sold out who we are Renamed the land to find that there’s A devil in the basement, he’s screeching my name Knows my every groove, controls my every move A mere pawn in his cursed game It all has been stolen, it’s all been a lie Millions purified cry from heavens high Even in sleep I keep an open eye For no one came to help me, and I am alone From his hellish throne came so I atone As from the corner of the room I hear him groan Aloft his glowing eyes two horns trump, in a bellow he speaks: “Shed thy hope For thou are mine No god will take thee from my arms again.”

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Open the stage, for so long I've waited Before me lies the teeming mass in their hearts frustrated These last few years surely took their toll, I too confess Just know that I have found the source of all your distress You see, these neighbours there, they sin Riches 'neath their soil, while ours are running thin Heathen fascist scum, their land used to be our Now they stuff their bags, while we here have to cower In shame, all our pride they ate So we should take it all back, and Leave them screaming, drenched and bleeding, Raped and beaten, filled with righteous, neverending hate Let them swarm out Recruiters seek the young, out from the poorest districts While my thugs "resolve" all pressing current media conflicts Bloggers flood the forums of all that still oppose While my soldiers close in on the border, this tragedy unfolds Closing in as sirens scream Attack! The waters redden, while we paint the sky with smoke a total black The first few days will swiftly pass on by In the homeland I enfold them in the sweetest lie A few tiresome weeks, that is all that it will take Their puny defence like sticks we'll surely break Meanwhile through the world, my chaos spreads its wings Alliances now form, as it multiplies and brings Old hatred to the surface, long forgotten ire and strife More and more shall join the table, and they all will bring a knife High above, our God is in delight He feasts on the terror, on the pain, the woe and fright It is after all his work that I complete And he'll only have enough when the whole world in blood will seethe God eats the nations, he grinds their bones All coiling humans who reach in vain up to his throne He wants the violence, he brings the sword Death he promised to all that wouldn't call him their lord Unfortunately my plan was no success As their forces turned out greater than how we first did assess Since I burned all bridges that could serve for a retreat Mobilization is the only chance to save us from defeat Slowly the richest start to smell inland a rat Fear the toils of war might strip them of their fat Plots are soon woven by some trying to save their skin As peasants then for the slaughter step in Sons I snatch away from their mothers to slay Their former brothers so they pay The price for their sins in blood Till they lie dead in the mud Survivors traumatized, Generations now despise Themselves and their kind To the truth forever we'll stay blind Our God he eats all man, pulls him like weeds Conjoint into hell's ovens, scholars, priests, beggars, whores and all the thieves Behold thy maker, behold thy end Bow, lest you yearn for plight beyond all human comprehend It rains fire from the blackened sky The earth is scorched, the wounded die As hell spills, the corpses pile high I feel salvation at long last is nigh Get your shovel, dredge and spade Then get to digging, feed the recess Let the dead ones there decay The children transgress Kill the first born, rape the second, maim the third one, blind the fourth, fifth and sixth one bind in darkness, to last one tell a final lie

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

All of our truth will unravel in the face of death So we beg our gods for some way to transcend Frightened he observes the stranger watching Live and from the mirror he stares back Heightened, on alert, awake, notching With him he fades to black Hold on to the light, it’s fading away All their eyes, can’t recognize them, so strung-out he’ll pray: “Show me the way, I’m falling astray” His kids now seldom come as his ego corrodes Their image in his head like dying stars implodes It went from subtle change slowly to major lapse Risperidone coheres his mouldering psyche’s scraps From out the shadows sound the echoes of a mouldy past And in the light, there waits nothing but faces, sad, aghast Now they speak of plaques clogging his thoughts Tau proteins fold tacks piercing his ultimate source Apoptosis leads to atrophy in gyrus cinguli And his temporal lobe With nightmares plagued of rotting love and bygone violence It all comes back once faced with wretched silence Roaming through the halls, searching what he had never owned Leaving little notes that document delusions he bemoaned Nurses try to tell him that that door has to stay closed Groping one of them, before she calls the doctor Swiftly she shall come with all her sagacious tales Though they soon are drowned in pharmaceuticals to quell his ails Leads him to the room where in the mirror he resides Close the door and leave him there, soiled through thiazides Falling out of time A life full of life is now marching to its grave As the images decay, bind him lastly as their slave Alone shall he leave all those walking by his side After their faces turned to demons from which he can never hide Now they lurk in dark, stalking him Around him they flock, to eat those Remnants of his soul, so thin The barrier to below, find out that God has disappeared, unleashed the Devil on his soul, tormenting On and on and on, decease he Yearns for this hell, which leads him towards his end They just watch as he flails, looking on him with a frown Once again, they know to calm him, they will surely have to Hold him down (just a little it will hurt) Pierce his skin (in a failing plan to) Try to slow the path of dereliction NMDAR inhibitors quell Excitatory well Fuelling the fire from which the demons Rise, while he lies in his bed, asleep, waking Trying to run away from this squalor But his legs yield again and he lies aching So again, they increase the dosage Alas, the days have turned to years From his head the demons finally clear Joining them he leaves his mind as well Shed at last this weary mortal shell And as they see this, they decide to not let them resuscitate Gathering ‘round his bed to take a leave and sternly cogitate Thinking how they too one day will take his place Knowing that all what they were will ultimately be erased Pull all the plugs, change the sheets, bring out his corpse and lead the next one in He too will lose his soul to turn from man to A hairless ape in a bag under fluorescent lights that’s lying dead

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026

Of Spectres and Strife

1 - Waking the Spectres

2 - They Will Eat Us Raw

3 - We Slither

4 - Treatise on the Lowest Form of Man

5 - Hope, Drowning

6 - Bottomless Pit

7 - Devil in the Basement

8 - Mass Grave Doxology

9 - Dereliction