Carach Angren piosenki

He takes his time when he stabs the boy to death. He keeps slashing and slicing even after his last breath. Ill-fated gods are given praise. Whilst stabbing the infant's torso, limbs and face. Gaping wounds gushing blood and gore, covering the pentacle o...

Tâchez dêtre rentrés avant le clair de lune Parce qu'alors ... la forêt devient vivante! They plough on the lands near a damned, baleful source of evil Drifting foreign knaves, broken slaves of war Trying to avoid the wrath of the french revolution Eyes of fea...

Kill! Here i walk down this godless trench where the corpses sink forever into shallow marshy grounds. I can't remember confronting these extreme forms of violence. Knee-deep in mud, where skies weep leaden tears and blood. It's hard to breathe within thi...

Hector was nine. In school making colorful drawings most of his time. One day he made this horrible portrait of a dead man and his child. The teacher was shocked! How could such a young lad draw pictures so sad? Hector was asked to explain. He replied: "It's...

Hatred's occultation causing harm upon their relation No amour tomorrow when love shall be consumed by sorrow, sorrow! In olden days these kind of acts were a shameful disgrace Maybe the price of jealousy and hate sealed her malicious fate One night the villa...

PITCH-BLACK BOX DEATH UNLOCKS CONSUME US ALL FEED ON OUR SOULS A black cursed casket Carved from wood, by the devil’s hand Filled with relics Left by the dead, this box is damned “Thou shalt not open” Engraved in blood above the lock Yet countless...

Abducted by another freak of society. Two little pigs are snatched by the wolf in this stone-cold reality. Temped by the serpent in disguise. Poisoned by forbidden sweets in a promised paradise, built of lies. They are taken. Their hands tied to their...

"Scalpel, Clamps. Pull him to the ground. No innocent hands! Every second counts! Cut! Through his skin thick blood flows. No anaesthesia as I dig in!" Spleen uncovered, brutally removed. So wasteful, tasteful, eaten from within. "Stitch him back up so he sur...

I sing a song to the dead, from my heart profoundly sad Forlorn, I cling to everything that is them by betraying their peace I keep death in asylum Song for the dead! I touch their eyes, harvest their ruin, and wrap it in mine to try to see them I ca...

Battle formations, dead but still wandering ahead. A gigantic apparition keeps rising from a field, once colored red from bloodshed. Where the sounds of war can still be heard and the balance of nature is seriously disturbed. Spectral infantry battalions mar...

Next morning his corpse was found twisted, cut and broken The way those empty eyes stared! As if they saw the doors of Hell going open Something bewitched returned from the ashes where she once burned Princess of the moon Roaming timeless gloom Murder! Murder...

Lots of tears, months became years. Their mothers wept for many nights, wondering if their sons died. Just when the grief became permissive and brief, tales of a ghost ship were spread... the same vessel where their brood found death. A craft made of mis...

Listen! Don't you hear these mad symphonies of grievance and fear? Melancholy and despair can be sensed when we draw near. Some hear a violin sound, others hear a man moaning in tears. These fields are haunted by nature's most sombre melodies. Suicidal...

Norfolk is cursed for the dead left a trace. There a grand mansion was marked as unhallowed place. Obscure sightings were frequently seen, wandering dim hallways with an unearthly gleam. Strange querimonious laughter at night. Probably the consequence of igno...

Followed by footsteps, whispers, scratching and faint voices Startled by slamming doors, knocking and otherworldly noises I can sense that something is wrong, a feeling of being watched There’s no soul here but me and this witchery I can smell the scent of...

A black shape sits on a deck in a red glistening puddle, sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle. The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter, clothes torn and drenched in blood and salt water. "His fortune to dust, his fortune to dust! His t...

In the age of electricity and oil, my tugboat ploughs through waveless liquid soil. Cruising at thirteen knots on pitch black sea. There's a strange object on the radars in front of me. Still nothing I can see. Just an open dreary sea... Several attempts to c...

She blacks out when that question is asked by this vile animal nearly suffocating on her vomit in front of the gloating cannibal. She awakes in the cage. Something has changed. Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage. Her existence now balancing o...

And when she finally reached heaven, there was no light. 

Once upon a time there stood a house of ill fame a drug property associated with violence and crime there lived a family in despair, sorrow and tragedy father was a drinker and a goddamn fiend a sadistic motherfucker who could not keep his hands off his...