Bastard Son

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, music by Greg Valencia) Lead you to the edge and he will bleed you fucking dry, you know your life is lost and still you fucking try. Laugher filled insanity ignoring all you cries, Response as to why this happens is everybody dies. Beware of the bastard son, forced to fend for self, yes he was. Relentless were the beatings on a man that hated man. Cycle begins, a pattern to hunt to maim to kill, a vengeful is in his blade, and death is now his will. Writhing and fighting the struggle begins, watch him as he destroys. Ignoring the screams and pleas of you children, their torment is what he enjoys, forever lost, in the footsteps of you doom, this is your nightmare! With every life taken, he will grow strong, surpassing the powers of man. You'll gaze at the heavens as blood fills your eyes; the time of your passing's at hand. Bastard son, Bastard!

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, Greg Valencia, music by Greg Valencia) A blast in the blistering age, a smell of rot now floats. Cursed the following few, chemicals drop down burnt throat. My heart has taken over me, I'm lost my heart is black. With the wings of God behind me, unleash the unholy upon man. Enemies are created, more with passing days, innocence knows not this sword, and bloodshed paves the way. A fiery passage of time. Revealing a world unknown. Leaving the weak and the withered behind, in search of an emperor's throne. These feelings of hate immortal, the feeling of pain forever; you shall receive what you desire. You will burn with the devils in the fire. Countless lives laid to rest, as steel unites with skin. The cries of children fill the air as compassion turns to sin. Nectar fluid of life, a saint's blood has been spilled. Feast on the bones of fallen kings as innocence is killed. Starvation, mutilation, methods to kill time. Salvation, redemption, and punishment you're dying. Lust, my heart is black, Hate, my soul is hollow. Sorrow, do you feel it inside you? My hell will you follow me to hell? A blast in the blistering age, a smell of rot now floats. Cursed the following few, chemicals drop down burnt throat. My hands around your throat bring an end to your agony. The suffering in you eyes, makes my pain, go the fuck away.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Shifted the minds of youth as elders seek the black. Falling, falling fast, hot walls they burn the flesh. Callow are the sheep that seek the shepherd's flock and hallow are the meek that believe the liar's book. A messenger amongst all of you, deliverer of death. The giver of your fucking life is now the taker of your breath. Betrayer misleader there's a liar within, forever and never he will lead you to yourself. The kingdoms are in ruin, they prophet from your being. Taken by the heaven's and thrown to the dogs. So now we bring to you, nihilistic offerings. Strangled with your rosaries until you are all dead. So will you follow or will you flee, believe in taking souls? So will you follow, heed to the words or will you stand alone? Tare the pages from you black book of lies. Destroying creations that were set forth by man, burning all the churches while their laughing out loud. Cursing and blasphemy it flows from their old tongues, deceiving with your black lies and deceiving all the young. The kingdoms are in ruin, they prophet from your being. Taken by the heaven's and thrown to the dogs. So now we bring to you, nihilistic offerings. Strangled with your rosaries until you are all dead. So will you follow or will you flee, believe in taking souls? So will you follow, heed to the words or will you stand alone? Your search for the stolen hope leaves blood upon your hands, Beneath your feet is shattered glass and blood upon the sands. A dark embrace from the one it feared a man with no meaning was crowned. A lifeless taste of murdered pleas and nothing holy was found. Deliver evil and lust will follow, a universe screams from inside. Meet a maker and follow a fool then look for a place to hide. A God sent son, throne of lies. You lie yourself, throne of lies. A God sent son, throne of lies. You lie yourself, throne of lies.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, Greg Valencia, music by Greg Valencia, Jase Freakley) The bringing of disease and death. The demons of war cast their shadows. Your screams for mercy shall leave you alone. Flesh on your body is ripped from you bones. Demons on the hill stand still, possessing the powers to rape your mind and leave you at your end. Plagued with the shadow that follows, clouds are cast and with them comes the clod that seals your fate. Repent in fear denied, embrace the fire and wind. Demons stand still! The life you seek is a lie; burn forever and the shadows follow you. With wings of fire the spirit it rises. Devouring you life and leaving your body for Rats, ravens, and dogs. The wicked enchanted by sorrow, will bathe in your blood and laugh at your screams an offering to the night. Repent in fear denied, embrace the fire and wind. Demons stand still! The life you seek is a lie; burn forever and the shadows follow you. Can you see? Can you hear me? Do you remember I promised you pain? Enchanted by sorrow. Now do you see? Do you hear me? Your damned forever in hell! Your screams for mercy shall leave you alone. Flesh on your body is ripped from you bones. Black soul has been christened. The pulsating beat of your last breath will bring you to your knees. Await you fate and taste your death the shadow has almost risen. Demise is on the horizon, the hour is growing closer. Cold becomes your skin, the shadow it reigns in terror. Across the valleys through the river of blood, beyond the gates of hell. Run! Run! Scream! Scream! Dark Cry! Now release the anguish of your dreams! Your dark cries will feed the fire. The fire will reside. Red-hot teeth will tear your flesh, eternal is your suffering. From the fires you will run, darkness will embrace you. Swarm, demons heart is black, and shallow is his face. Across the valleys through the river of blood, beyond the gates of hell. Run! Run! Scream! Scream! Dark Cry! Now release the anguish of your dreams! Demons rise. Arise! We reign! From the sky to the sea! We reign! Demons rise. Arise! We reign! From the sky to the sea! We reign!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, music by Greg Valencia, Sonny Reinhardt) He's marching into battle, behold the sign. Listen for the shatter of bones meeting time. Ride on the wings of death, make you accord. You must die to leave this life behind and be reborn. Strong is his vision still fading to chrome. Watch for the enemy and burn what is known. Knife in your back again, just to make you fall. It's a massacre of angels, wingless they all fall. Glistening blood on skin. Wounds baked by the sun. His sword is held high. So bring your fucking guts. Drown in bloody tears. Nefarious existence. Defiled by your fears. Forsaken on this day of battle, he curses the blackened skies. With an iron fist of terror he will rise again. Raid you mind and steal your dreams, detached from fates control. Cut away from Armageddon, Pushing steel from through souls. Fight for the surfaces, a struggle for a breath. Your pleas are denied. Welcomed home by death. Glistening blood on skin. Wounds baked by the sun. His sword is held high. The army of the dead gathers and waits in the darkness. Fight is just and just is fire. Now it's time to commit. Fight for power fueled by anger, on your grave he spits. Soldier serving none. Fighting, massacre is done. Fight is just and just is fire. Now it's time to repent. Fight for power fueled by anger, on your grave he spits. Soldier serving none. Fighting, massacre is done. So while you scream to him, goddamn your soul, the damning has already been done. So while you scream to him, goddamn your soul, the damning has already been done. Not an assassin, he is a murderer, motivated by your pain.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, Greg Valencia, music by Greg Valencia) My eyes are open, deeds yet to be done. Blind angel in darkness, my battle has begun. Despised throne of lies, judgment brings misery. Pain I endured bestowed my enemies. Down! Open wide the skies from the throne of God I fall. A yearning for pleasure a quest for pain, a handful of razors I find. Beginning to end my blood truly sends chills up and down my spine. Memories real, carried to death, a father's words written on skin. Loss of love presented by fear and the feeling of power. Sequenced prayers and family tears, confirming the importance of time. Judge the years by aging child and counting the friends that have died. Don't believe! Don't believe! You are deceived! Don't believe! Grip on life has just let go. Power! Fate delivers its final blow, a king has passed his throne. In the night the eyes of the serpent, the darkness my world. Blood-stained sun it sets my mood, mark failure with broken glass. The empty, brought on by self, words and scars and aaauugh! Sequenced prayers and family tears, confirming the importance of time. Judge the years by aging child and counting the friends that have died. Don't believe! Don't believe! You are deceived! Don't believe! Grip on life has just let go. Power! Fate delivers its final blow, a king has passed his throne. Beyond this world in which I live, is what I wish to know. A bonding of family a passing of the time, a joining of arms and a meeting of the minds. A memory revived, no stone goes unturned. Reunion of the buried, reunion of the burned. Deliver us, that's what they believe. Suffering for their pride, that's what they believe. Now we are never. Now we're on our way. Now we are all gone. Reborn ashes under flames.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, music by Greg Valencia) A flight at night forbidden journey she's on her way. Believe her now while she's screaming at the dawn of day. A voice familiar hear the sounds I felt her breath. Behold the strength, awoke from sleep and arose from death. She went untouched like nothing had changed. Her youthful presence it graced my skin. She spoke to me like when I was young. Warned be cautious of mortal man. The skies themselves will weep from loss. Project emotions her voice is heard. Words of wisdom protect my soul. Never give up and fight for what's right. A flight at night forbidden journey she's on her way. Believe her now while she's screaming at the dawn of day. A voice familiar hear the sounds I felt her breath. Behold the strength, awoke from sleep and arose from death. She went untouched like nothing had changed. Her youthful presence it graced my skin. She spoke to me like when I was young. Warned be cautious of mortal man. The skies themselves will weep from loss. Project emotions her voice is heard. She kept the circle strong, she held the family close. Her presence will be missed. The woman we love.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, music by Greg Valencia) Separation of skin from bone. Intrusion they have come, the white man and his wars. They've come to take the children and make the women whores. None will bow at their feet. All will stand and fight. Revenge is fucking sweet. White knuckles rule the night! Knives held high with pride! Vengeance will be ours. Driven by pride and vengeance, taste blood from adrenaline. The night and fight are young, but we will fight until the end. Strength is in the numbers, the numbers of their dead. The more of them that fucking die, the more of us are fed. So bring them back, back to us all. So bring them back, Your blood's on the wall. Die! The present holds its misery the past is on our side. When you messiah meets our Gods, your messiah dies. You will regret the day that you stole from our kind. As skin is peeled back from your skulls, your reign on us will die. Your head is torn from you spine and our women and children all lie dead. Your destiny is skinned alive, vision with you it died. As rain falls from the skies and greets you children's skin, In the emptiness that surrounds them they will hear our battle cry. As skin is peeled back from your skulls, a battle lust is born. Knives held high with pride. Driven by pride and vengeance, taste blood from adrenaline. The night and fight are young, but we will fight until the end. Strength is in the numbers, the numbers of their dead. The more of them that fucking die, the more of us are fed. So bring them back, back to us all. So bring them back, Your blood's on the wall. Die! Your head is torn from you spine and our women and children all lie dead. Your destiny is skinned alive, vision with you it died. As black storm clouds hover, our presence will be felt. Unto you a bloody vengeance, a pain eternal. Memories will not fade. A coward's fate. Lives are altered. Loss will remain. Your messiah bleeds mortal blood. As axes fall, battle lust. Their fate lies in our blades. Battle lust.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

(Lyrics by Patric Vigil, Greg Valencia, music by Greg Valencia, Sonny Reinhardt) I can't escape from this hell, I will not find salvation. These memories are a prison and I burn within its walls. I've been staring out the windows of my soul but I'm still blind I can't see out. I fucking can't breathe. This time I've failed you my son. This time I've lost my way. This time all I feel is hate. In the night, dreams of death, destroying life with every step that I take. I watched them fuckers die. Screaming at me, I'll show no mercy on this night. I'm on top again. This time I've failed you my son. This time I've lost my way. This time all I feel is hate. Demons try to destroy me dreams. They've tried to take my life. They haunt me to this day, to this night. Still I rise! Control I've had of no control and yes the clock still tics. A craving I miss of blood filled palms and so my life it sleeps. Behold the misery inside my heart. I know you see the hate in my soul. I've been in hell for such a long time, now I see the light. A quick form of sanity it pours from my insides. The calming of a bad seed and heavy grows my eyes. I am a demon in an age of fire. A dream that causes thunder. I have turned my back on the holy deity. I escaped through a painful door. Through suffering I have earned the sacred knowledge. A wretched ring the circle completes. Born to suffer and still I rise! I raise my arms to the sky. My black existence pours from my hands. In death I am cursed, but I will rise to ride the beast. I've wandered now for far too long, It's time I get what's mine. Ripping through your world of screams, pleasure in pain I find. I am a demon in an age of fire. A dream that causes thunder. I have turned my back on the holy deity. I escaped through a painful door. Through suffering I have earned the sacred knowledge. A wretched ring the circle completes. Born to suffer and still I rise!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

(Written by Tomas Forsberg aka Quorthon. Performed on album "Bathory", 1984) I swear the oath of blood and tear the virgin's flesh I gash the wounds of heaven and rides the wings of death Tonight the cauldrons are filled with brewage made of hate Tonight we blasphemy possessed we desecrate Tonight we raise our cups and toast in an angels blood Salute hell's victory despise the words of God Armageddon Eternal battlefields no prisoners we take We rape your sacred souls behind the seven gates Tonight you all will hear the angels cry of pain and in the sky you will see the all eternal flame On earth you mortal fools obey the christian ways but there is no mighty God to hear your final prayers Armageddon Forks of lightning strikes in the sky the sound of thunder rolls Satan, chimes the bell of death and beckon all your souls Heaven's angels realizes there is no place they can hide Tonight the furnace gates of hell stands open wide Black witch of beauty hovers around and cast her spells Tonight a virgin's womb shall breed a son of hell Armageddon

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 11, 2025