Woods III: Deepest Roots and Darkest Blues

Mine was that of a quiet love – deep and true I’m at home in the North, when I’m alone in the Northern Cold And I belong in the North, when I’m at home in the Northern Cold If you seek understanding, I will try to explain to you The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude Seldom seen, seldom spoken My heart was my compass, and it was broken Mine was that of a quiet love – deep and true I’m at home in the North, when I’m alone in the Northern Cold And I belong in the North, when I’m at home in the Northern Cold If you seek understanding, I will show you what we have known The long ride on the road to nowhere The cold walks in the woods alone In my ocean, the water was frozen And I could see my reflection, within the ice Mine was that of a quiet love – deep and true I’m at home in the North, when I’m alone in the Northern Cold And I belong in the North, when I’m at home in the Northern Cold Years later I am still obsessed – with the North Years later still restless and depressed – from the Northern Cold Years later I still drown in passion for my sorrows Years later I’m alone, and I’m at home in the Northern Cold My blues are so dark, they are black The roots are buried, so deep in my past See my roots, for they are true Feel my blues, for they are real The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth Ah... ah... ah... ah...

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 11, 2025

We dug this hole for ourselves, but we’ll gladly bury you instead After having sacrificed yourselves, by standing in our way I can hold the Iron Grudge, like a fist! I can hold the Iron Grudge, for as long as I live Can you feel the hatred, from your fellow man? Can you see his ignorance? Unfortunately I can There’s nothing more to say There’s nothing to discuss Enough words have already been heard Enough deeds, been done You are not a mystery to us We know exactly who you are And for as long as you might live, you are dead to us We dug this hole for ourselves, but we’ll gladly bury you instead After having sacrificed yourselves, by standing in our way I can hold the Iron Grudge, like a fist! I can hold the Iron Grudge, for as long as I live Can you feel the envy, from you fellow man? Can you see his ignorance? Unfortunately I can There’s nothing more to say There’s nothing to discuss For I can see the fear in your eyes as you try to act tough And as we rise up from the muck, we are filled with disgust (even more) To realize that you ever thought, you were in the same league as us We dug this hole for ourselves, but we’ll gladly bury you instead After having sacrificed yourselves, by standing in our way I can hold the Iron Grudge, like a fist! I can hold the Iron Grudge, and never lose my grip I’m not your stepping-stone, I’m not your fucking crutch And for as long as you might live, I can hold the Iron Grudge! I can hold the Iron Grudge! I can hold the Iron Grudge, Grudge! I can hold the Iron Grudge! Long live the Iron Grudge! So go ahead and waste your time, it will keep you further behind! Suffer! Suffer!

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 11, 2025

Ever since I was born in a northern town I’ve been digging myself out From a time when I hadn’t seen Anything worth remembering I would aspire to better life To feast my eyes and expand my mind I’d lie awake, I could not wait To leave this place behind Your Ontario town is just a burial ground For old friends Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Inspired by hopelessness From where my discontent once began... I miss the nature and the wilderness But not the people there As old stores will close their doors Other ones may change their names But old friends still live their lives Where I would have died of shame Your Ontario town is just a burial ground For old friends Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Your Ontario town is just a burial ground You say that you grew up You say that you tried I think you took the easy way out I say you gave up I say you died You’ll say that you’re content You’ll say there’s no regrets But I think you took the easy way out For if you’re not dreaming anymore You’re already dead What a shame for those who chose to be wasted in the north What a shame to know nothing more than the town where you were born Your Ontario town is just a burial ground For old friends Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Your Ontario town is just a burial ground Kick over the stone that bares your name I spit on the snow that covers your grave Kick over the stone that bares your name I spit on the snow that covers your grave Kick over the stone that bares your name I spit on the snow that covers your grave

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 11, 2025

Ripping down the valley of asphalt Through a brainstorm of snow and ice Where dynamite blasted the Canadian Shield, I ride Highways 17 and 69 I understand the relation of Black Metal and modern life And how a cold winter scene can inspire distortion and screams I am equal parts blood and ice I am just as much man as tree Through chaos and solitude I came To become this Black Metal being Each day I could see the changes Each day I became more extreme I understood how the sight of nature Could inspire the sound of machines I am equal parts blood and ice I am just as much man as tree Through chaos and solitude I came To become this Black Metal being I’ve traveled over dynamic earth at night On highways 17 and 69 For the beauty of nature can lift my spirits Even in the dead of winter, ah... Modern life can drive us to scream for the trees (in harmony) For those of us who can’t find peace, at least we can have a release I understand the translation Universal in human behavior A common expression and interpretation Of Black Metal and modern life Focused and strong Without distraction, I look within No one to talk me out of what I believe Without reaction, I proceed I was on my own and alone to decide Black Metal was all that mattered, at the time I found faith inspired by nature And I was defined I am equal parts blood and ice I am just as much man as tree Through chaos and solitude I came To become this Black Metal being On this northern highway, under the starry sky Mine was a cold, nocturnal, winter ride And in the distance... a stranger flashed his lights And in the distance... a stranger flashed his lights And in the distance... a stranger flashed his lights And in the distance... a stranger flashed his lights And in the distance... a stranger... flashed his lights

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025

We stood in the sand we stared at the stars, ah... What good is any of it now...? These were the moments in our lives that invoked years of silence And after all that we had done We had become, we had become – the private joke We knew the risks and we were willing to take them And so we went through with it, and it would forever change us We were those who felt they were desperate to live We were those who’d let their hearts, beat themselves to death We stood in the sand we stared at the stars, ah... What good is any of it now...? These were the moments in our lives that invoked years of silence And after all that we had done We had become, we had become – the private joke We couldn’t go back to the way it was before We would go our separate ways and never tell anyone But what good are memories with no one to stand beside you? What good are memories if those you made them with despise you? We stood in the sand we stared at the stars, ah... What good is any of it now...? These were the moments in our lives that invoked years of silence And after all that we had done We had become, we had become – the private joke

Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 11, 2025

When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where I left it No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how I left it I haven’t spoken a word in days, except for cursing the noise in the hall I haven’t spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all And so, as I go, I’ll leave my body for you And so, as I go, don’t feel sorry for me For life is the sacrifice, before you die And so as I go, I’ll leave my body for you to see A bed all alone in the bedroom A vacant space where a table should be Some posters on the walls The bathroom mirror covered in spit I have made such a desperate attempt to make this a nice place to live And I have failed, for I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life (Oh...) all this time on my hands (Oh...) and I have nowhere to go (Oh...) haunted by the distractions of living alone I hope you’d be the first one to find me After I’d concluded the past behind me So hold your hands over your mouth and run to tell the others... The others... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh... Oh...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 11, 2025

Have you ever wondered what the world would be like without you? If you murdered your dreams and we buried you The thought that was the bitter seed, the subterranean trajectory That was thrust deep within the earth, and grew into a twisted tree The origins of modern sadness, to obsess over life and death While life is short and growth is slow, patience is the task at hand While the wait for happiness, can be agony An eternity in death, can be much more easily achieved It’s the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues The belief that all is lost, and that nothing can be done How sad life can be when those, who once-wanted, don’t want anymore And when those who already have it, can’t see it, for what it’s worth The frustration that as soon as you think that it is all just meaningless You are proven wrong again, when you find meaning at the end…

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 11, 2025

Shallow within the earth, buried deep beneath the snow You would remain forever young while the rest of us grow old We would act upon our guilt, a northern burial was your wish We would obey and fulfill, for your importance is strengthened by your early death It’s the truth in true despair (oh...), deepest roots, darkest blues (oh...) The belief that all is lost (oh...), and that nothing can be done (oh...) Forever frozen, never to decompose, your body would be preserved While we all live, and struggle on, and inherit, the life that you deserved Your youthful looks remembered, your dignity retained While there would be no relief for us, and we’d look worse everyday It’s the truth in true despair (oh...), deepest roots, darkest blues (oh...) The belief that all is lost (oh...), and that nothing can be done (oh...) In our minds and in our hearts, in frames, you image will hang On the walls of grieving homes and other places you would never go again... Imagine the things they would say about you, as if they really knew How your death was premature, but your life was overdue You have already spent your better years taking your time for granted It will be yours in the end, but at what price To have wasted, your entire life Wishing it all away... death is a tease! To venture into the thought of despair and pull yourself back together again Knowing you had once stood on the edge and almost dove in Everything had driven me there, another lesson, best learned young: When you want it, you can’t have it, when you don’t want it, it’s done For all our guilt, for all our lies, for all we care, we’d gather together to say goodbye As if the dead can’t see the living, they would volunteer to twist the truth For the comfort of each other and say “He was a good friend of mine” Make the choice, to stay alive! Existence is your only hope to fight! Not for the love of life or the fear of death, but to save the lies from the breath... Of the ones around you, who would speak and cry And the ones around you who would fake and lie Who would say that they knew you well and that you would be missed As a storm of admiration buries you again

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 11, 2025

The fire still burns, when you were gone Life in the North goes on without you My fire will burn, with you or not My passion will overcome Year’s end, coming home, and what do you have to show for yourself? I amount to nothing more, than what they understand Feel the sense of confusion, for your wins you cannot explain See the lack of comprehension, over the ground you worked so hard to gain The fire still burns, when you were gone My fire will burn, with you or not The fire still burns, when you were gone My fire will burn, with you or not We live for the thrill of the struggle We live for the love of our sorrows I fight the fight I can never win, but I fight the fight for the fight itself And so I am rich with failure? Brutal north, bring me down again I guess these are the risks you take, when you’ve been gone for so many years Would they even look up from their tables, if suddenly you appeared? The fire still burns, when you were gone My fire will burn, with you or not The fire still burns, when you were gone My fire will burn, with you or not We live for the thrill of the struggle We live for the love of our sorrows We live for the thrill of the struggle We live for the love of our sorrows Brutal north, bring me down Brutal north, bring me down Brutal north, bring me down Brutal north, bring me down I stood at the foot of the mill, again, like a metaphor of northern time I watched them burn off the excess, flames to the sky Your fire still burns, when you are gone My fire will burn, with you or not Your fire still burns, when you are gone My fire will burn, with you or not So many small losses, for one giant gain Land-marked with quiet victories spent alone along the way Now I wander the streets as out of place as the day I left No better off. Nothing has changed These are the risks we take, I guess? Brutal north, bring me down Brutal north, bring me down again Brutal north, bring me down Brutal north, bring me down again

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025

Trying hard to enjoy the night, to make the best of my time And I would kill know what it’s like to feel tonight With each cold sip of life, which helps to numb the pain Each touch of the glass to my lips, helps ease the strain It’s been so long, it’s been so much Though I would shudder at your sight I would still shatter at your touch For I feel like ice this evening, walking down the stairs Hiding my face into the basement, as if anyone cares Oh I’m out tonight, I’m out to try to live tonight For tomorrow it may seem as though I never did It’s been so long, it’s been so much Though I would shudder at your sight I would still shatter at your touch It’s been so long, it’s been so much Though I would shudder at your sight I would still shatter at your touch I remember December in Windsor, 2002 I remember feeling much older than twenty-two This season was cold, and I was alone, developing tastes for poisons This was my old haunt, and it haunted me still (oh... oh... oh, oh, oh)

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 11, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

I am not that good anymore, and maybe I never was But I’ll play my heart out for you, one more time For in my old age, all I can do is play for you songs from my youth So let me share my gift, with you once more Just like we had in the past, so many times before, before, before, before! My hands may shake, my muscles are weak I’m not strong as I used to be But still I will play for you, and leave you with a song For when you have music you’re never alone Let me share my gift, with you once more Just like we had in the past, so many times before The song of redemption is all that I am For in the end, the music is all that I have And though it feels incomplete, the deadline has come for me I must present to you, my ‘masterpiece’ For time is short in my condition, the song of redemption Will be the final composition... from this tired musician... Please give me your attention... and I will remedy this silent tension And I hope that you will remember... I hope the memories will leave a lasting impression of me, when I’m gone Gone, after I am gone I don’t need to concentrate, I can close my eyes And though you’ll hear this song but once I’ve rehearsed it, a thousand times But what will you say, after I’m done? After I’ve attempted to play the song of redemption And what will you say, after I’m gone? After I’ve attempted to play the song of redemption... The song of redemption... The song of redemption! The song of redemption!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 11, 2025

It’s never too late to admit that you were wrong, when the journey has made you wise enough to know the time has come, to end the tradition We came this far, to admit that we were wrong and the time we wasted, has made us who we are Though the recovery has just begun – it will one day be complete For we are forever in transition – blazing paths of radical change With our interest in good intentions, satisfied We leave with peace even though we failed, knowing at least we tried Lessons learned, perspective earned – clear sight on the highway drive at night A bigger picture is on the horizon – and the view is easy on the eyes It was what it was but it will be no more From now on we are only going forward (without you) For no more will we invest our time Repairing unions or rekindling old fires The highway was once the only thing between us, but it is all that connects us now Sever all ties! Cut your losses and run! One thing we have learned, from the cycle of repetition Patterns of negative thought always bring you back to the same old places No more will we waste our time, with those who have lost touch No more will we reach out to them, or let them come to us Let the void of your presence, be the voice that speaks in your turn Let the ashes of the past be sifted by those who let it burn... No more will we gather, on occasion in the same place No more will we continue to recognize a common faith No more will we travel, long distances to maintain our bond No more will we unite as one, this is the end of tradition At opposite ends of a void, the highways divide us forevermore! At opposite ends of a void, the highways divide us forevermore!

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 11, 2025

For those who think they are brave Because they’ve never been afraid Who judge those enduring consequences When they have always been saved To all those ignorant fucks who’ve always suckled from the teat: I hope, one day, you’ll meet your fate Locking eyes with the ‘wild beast’ For those who think they have all the answers Though they’ve never been tested Who are defiant to the rules of the world Though they’ve never really had to face it, themselves To all those ignorant fucks who’ve always suckled from the teat: I hope, one day, you’ll meet your fate Locking eyes with the ‘wild beast’ Fuck off Not to be taken by your fellow man, not to be taken by your own hand Not having succumbed to disease, but having faced the wild beast For after only one glance of the beast, in the blink an eye The young dawn that was once your life, has suddenly turned into midnight As if it fell from the sky, your jaw drops in awe Piss yourself in fear No clever language will save you here As you slowly quicken your pace, as you try to slip away Just as you think you will be okay... You realize you’ve become the chase... run! Let her take you down Let her take you in her mouth The moonlight reflecting in her eyes The moonlight is shining off her cold, sharp claws Let her tear you limb from limb Let nature take its course Let her kill and devour, kill and devour and kill some more Memories are flashing before your eyes of old friends and dead relatives With hallucinations induced from being eaten alive Where no one could hear you scream, where no one could see you cry An unlikely fate in present day, man and beast, face to face You went looking for thrills and adventure, they came looking for you as well You wanted nature? Nature wanted you as well At the scene of the mauling, black cloth and blood in the snow Surrounded by a crowd of trees you will be but cold bones in the spring

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 11, 2025

Rejection from ourselves will only lead to reflection in the peace and quiet The sooner we quit trying to find the sound, the sooner we’ll find ourselves instead Suffering the pains taken, dwelling in the pain of creation For the artist’s mistakes, stare him in the face for years after they are made To love music more than life itself, is such a waste of life and love and hell Modern desires to create euphoric misery we make for ourselves For modern music is self-indulgent, we have always done it for ourselves For it is not a matter of life and death, but life only and itself To live is to light a torch and carry it as far as you can go Before the winds blow so hard, the flame goes out as you fall crashing down, to the snow Knowing at least that when you fail, someone could relight that torch And carry it the rest of the way, someday In your honor of you and who you were to them It’s never too late to admit you were wrong It’s never too late to admit what you need Beautiful to have come and beautiful to see, but also beautiful to leave To anyone who ever said: “You’ll never work in this town again!” There is nothing more you can take from us now This is the end... ’my friend’ The dream is dead – the dream is dead! The scene is dead – the scene is dead! The dream is dead – long live the dream! The dream is dead!

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 11, 2025