Sulphurblooded

I hate everything and everyone Everything will be broken Each breath not taken by me Is one breath too much! Hate, pure hate! I'm going to lose! Violence Absolute denial of mankind Short twitching impulses The air seems to burn Hate, pure hate! I'm going to lose! Sulphur! Sulphur! Blood and flesh I'm sulphurblooded Sulphur! Sulphur! Blood and flesh I'm sulphurblooded Waves of black nausea Flog me through blurred shapes Blood-red streaks Nebulized my view To mutilate them is by far not enough I want to kill! I'm going to lose it! The stench of their ignorance Just traces of their life Insignificant is their existence! Melodies of death enlighten my mind The way into my bless is paved With their corpses

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Streams will cease to flow All wind will cease to blow The clouds will cease to fleet All heart will cease to beat Laid so low, so very slow Dead all things will be Dead all things will be Oh, vanity! Death is waiting See! Our friends are all forsaking We are called, so we must go Laid low, so low All the things will be dead Dead all things will be Death is calling while we speak Heads are falling, skins are paling Even strongest limbs are failing Nine times goes the passing bell In the dark we must lie For all things must die All things must die Dead all things will be

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

I soak the world in light and shine I am the glare of darkness I soak the world in light and shine Light bearing I remain Leading towards a distance Conducted by seductive forces Symbolic memories became False convictions Epidemic cult of perversion The essence of man is denies The quintessence of existence Is reversed Sic Transit Gloria Mundi I shall resurrect Sic Transit Gloria Mundi When hope turns into hate Live silently in devotion Never raise your voice Suppress any instinct Your hope is becoming nothing This holy counterfeit silence Broken with no tongue Leaving the stones unturned By building fragile castles of sand Condemned to feed the void Mundane pleasures are hell How arrogant to tell Man is blasphemy

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

The first to appear is pestilence Who rides upon a white horse Revelation has begun The first seal is opened Wearing a crown and a bow in his hand Victory is coming, his hand holds deliverance Pare rider, pale horse The horses of disaster plunge in the heavy clay Pale rider, pale horse Hear their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet In the wake of pestilence come war into land Slaying each other, giving no peace There will be famine following war Tremendous famine, so great He rides silently across the lands carrying the scale The black horse and hunger are stalking the land And after them comes death His horse is stark pale This is the end Of the first four seals

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

With pride I orbit the worlds My work which I created Who can resist me? Who is able to escape from my strength? Eternity itself to me is subject I stride on the path of perdition No one exists who could ever resemble to me Greater than god and the aim of creation Unite with the ungod Turn back! Become an opponent! Hear my word! I am the first! What springs forth from my hand Cannot be destroyed It remains free Born from everlasting world In chaos I became your creator Soon rising a new world My empire in proud form exists Mankind and their god cannot break it

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

My eyes have seen the glory Of the coming of the lord He's trampling the deceit His truth is marching on I've seen him in proud fires Of a thousand burning hearts An altar built from wisdom His day is marching on Sound forth the trumpets! Sound them forth! That shall never call retreat! Sound forth the trumpets! Sound them forth! Let's die to disinfest men! I have read a fiery gospel A writ in burnished rows of steel As you deal with his opponent With you all his grace shall fall He's sounded forth the trumpet That shall never call retreat Be jubilant and free Our lord is marching on He's born to make men holy He's born to make men free A truth is marching on That enlightens you and me

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

In diese Nacht der Finsternis fällt nicht ein Schimmer Gotteslicht Ich genieß meinen Sieg und seine Niederlage! Der Erde Völker dienen mir Verdorben tief in ihrem Sein Der Glaube abgestumpft, dem rost' gen Schwerte gleich Wenige entgingen mir - sie sind mir verhasst Zu töten ihre Seelen ist mir Genuss Mein Reich gewann Die Herrschaft Gottes schwand Triumph als Sieger über Gott Verschlossen jenes Himmelstor Dem eignen Willen zu gehorchen Das Schicksal selbst sich zu bereiten Ein jeder sei sein eig'ner Gott Sei Herr, willst du nicht Sklave sein Geht hin Dämonen, lehret dies! Ich harre aus um meine Lehre siegen zu she'n! Invictus! Invictus! Satanas! Invictus! Invictus! Gloría!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

This is the hour to fall into a death deep sleep We're hasting towards death We do not want to sin any longer Life is short and shortly it ends Death comes faster than one believes Death destroys and spares no one! Cold and dead all things will be! Death destroys and spares no one We're hasting towards death We do not want to sin any longer You cannot turn around And become pure like a child Oh, dearest brothers, don't be afraid Bitter is death and the tears you cry The baleful ones are calling They will never escape You will be a worthless cadaver Why do you protect yourself from sin? Which honour do you expect? Why don't you admit your guilt?

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

As I command it, so shall it be I seek revenge on thee The spell will bring the spirits To serve as I wish To serve my own aim By then seventh spell We're setting the black circles By the seventh spell Unbar the guarded door Sprinkling masses of blood Of innocent souls Sprinkling more and more blood I'll spit it all down on your cold and wooden coffin Prior to midnight by the dark of the moon Burning some incense to summon the dark Invocation by the light of black candles Anointed with blasphemous oil By the dim lights and the silence I summon the quiet of the grave As the seventh hour will strike Black ink is scribing your name

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Ich breche dich mit harten Worten nehm' dir deinen Willen, dein Leben Nehme mir was in dir lebt Und alles was einst du gewesen Stirbt in meinen liebenden Armen Ich reiß' es an michj, nehm' es mir Trag' du nur deine Maske Geschmiedet ganz aus Heuchelei und Scham Leg' dich nieder, leg' dich hin die Waffen mir zu Füßen Deine infantile Seele verblasst Sag' mir du bist selig - es ware gelogen Mach' mich zu deinem Schatten Ewig an deiner Seite weilend... in Ewigkeit

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025