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Iron Guard (Eiserne Garde)

Serial Killers (Fememörder)

From the downfall we have marched,
as an army of warriors, defeated and scarred.
Honor was lost on the field of strife;
we don’t come as heroes or victors in this bard.

Our flag lies torn, trampled in the dust,
and the commanders long ago turned to clay.
We have forsaken our oath, our trust,
banished and condemned, our futures gray.

Now branded foes in our own native land,
for which we spilled foreign blood like rain.
We sought death and clasped its icy hand,
forming a clandestine pact, a pact of bane.

Serial killers, that’s what we’ve become,
hunting your life with relentless might.
Cruel, unyielding, our actions leave you numb,
as we strike you down, unseen in the night.

Serial killers, faceless, nameless we roam,
slaughtering in city and country’s embrace.
Escape is futile, you’re never safe at home,
for your life, too, shall be erased.

In the cloak of darkness, we hold our court,
passing judgment on those we’ve sworn to smite.
Cowardly traitors, whose loyalties distort,
the reason our war was lost, our plight.

Our weapons bear runes, symbols of pain,
promising a fate of torment and despair.
Fear and terror descend, an unyielding reign,
as we shatter your world, leaving it bare.

With cold eyes gleaming behind black masks,
silently we stand, no words to speak.
We confront you, the hour of your last tasks,
as life’s grip weakens, and death’s touch grows bleak.

Serial killers, that’s what we’ve become,
hunting your life with relentless might.
Cruel, unyielding, our actions leave you numb,
as we strike you down, unseen in the night.

Serial killers, faceless, nameless we roam,
slaughtering in city and country’s embrace.
Escape is futile, you’re never safe at home,
for your life, too, shall be erased.

We exist solely to kill and destroy,
with each murder, further our unholy reign.
We grow estranged from all who deploy,
sanity, witnessing the horror, can’t feign.

When our reign of terror reaches its end,
the gallows await, our ultimate fate.
Delivered to the hangman, his grip to rend,
as enemies of the world, feared and abhorred by the great.

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Twilight of Heroes (Heldendämmerung)

We ride into the world beyond,
In search of honor and fame’s resound.
On horseback, banners flying high,
Emulating the heroes renowned.

With hearts aflame, we listened well,
To their tales and songs of might.
Longing to join them, in their realm,
Intoxicated by their glorious light.

We follow their footsteps, discerning
Their runes and signs along the way.
By the power of our blades, returning,
Every foe shall yield, come what may.

Immortal, like them, we aspire,
To achieve deeds of splendid hue.
To be forever remembered, in the fire
Of songs and tales sung anew.

On the lonely path of destiny’s call,
Undaunted, we stride over the slain.
Always gazing towards eternity’s thrall,
In death, we seek that eternal domain.

Deafened by the cries of our prey,
Blinded by our own delusions.
Abandoned by all humanity’s sway,
As our lives end in blood’s profusions.

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Descent into Hell (Höllenfahrt)

Since the dawn of time, as humans came into this world,
Calamity they bring, forever unfurled.
Though they pray to gods, aspiring to their ways,
To do good, be humble, seek peace, joy, and praise.
Despite their noble intentions, they falter and fail,
A life without sin, humanity shall never prevail.
They lie and deceive, they rob and they steal,
For the slightest advantage, their souls they reveal.
Born in malice, for such is their kind,
Thus, human existence resembles a hellish bind!

Since the dawn of time, as humans came into this world,
Calamity they bring, forever unfurled.
Though they pray to gods, aspiring to their ways,
To do good, be humble, seek peace, joy, and praise.
Despite their noble intentions, they falter and fail,
A life without sin, humanity shall never prevail.
They torture and harm, they kill and they maim,
No redemption found for their souls engulfed in shame.
Born as murderers, for such is their kind,
Thus, human existence resembles a hellish bind!

Since the dawn of time, as humans came into this world,
Calamity they bring, forever unfurled.
Though they pray to gods, aspiring to their ways,
To do good, be humble, seek peace, joy, and praise.
Despite their noble intentions, they falter and fail,
A life without sin, humanity shall never prevail.
They lie and deceive, they rob and they steal,
They torture and harm, they kill and they maim,
No mercy they know, no tears they shed,
All they desire, they seize with violence instead.
They turn their world into a living hell,
Paradise can only be achieved when all humans fell!

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No Final Farewell (Kein letztes Geleit)

The reaper always walked by my side,
As I wielded the sword with a firm grip.
The steel tore through limbs and flesh wide,
Touched by death’s hand, with a cold grip.

In battle, I claimed countless lives,
Cruelly stabbing even the defenseless.
With blood, I earned the gods’ favor,
A life after death promised, relentless.

Men fight, bleed, die, and fall,
For the gods’ pleasure, honor, and fame.
They strive for a place in the golden hall,
With their heroism crowned by death’s name.

Just before his sight fades away,
The warrior glimpses the shield maiden.
In gleaming armor, she stands, they say,
To guide him to Valhalla, the final haven.

There, he reunites with friend and foe,
With whom he fought in bloody strife.
Under Odin’s rule, united they go,
As the last battalion in Asgard’s dark life.

Men fight, bleed, die, and fall,
For the gods’ pleasure, honor, and fame.
They strive for a place in the golden hall,
With their heroism crowned by death’s name.

Finally, my time has come at last,
Death takes me in my final hour’s hold.
The steel has claimed my life, unsurpassed,
And my blood flows from a mortal wound so bold.

But the golden halls are scorched ruins,
Haunted by spirits, no warriors feasting.
I fought, believing I served the divine,
Yet I die as a fool, not a victor, but least.

Men fight, bleed, and die in the mire,
For the reaper’s delight, his scythe honed.
Murder and slaughter serve only one desire:
To escape their own demise, until the last moan.

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Vengeance Demon (Rachedämon)

I was hanged for a crime,
That in life, I never committed.
I proclaimed my innocence,
Until I hung from the gallows, acquitted.

My corpse cut from the noose,
Buried in an unnamed grave.
Restless, my bones found no peace,
I escaped from my tomb’s enslaving wave.

Denied paradise, with no priestly blessing,
My thirst for revenge remained unquenched.
Nourished by hatred and bloodlust,
I emerged anew, my soul forever drenched.

Though the heart does not beat,
What lies eternal is not dead, but complete.
As a vengeful demon, I have risen,
Defeating death’s grasp, my victory replete!

As a specter in the darkness I move,
Unrecognized, a phantom without reprieve.
Like a chilling breath in the air,
A black shadow upon the wall, believe.

My cold fingers wrap around your throat,
Squeezing tight, as life’s essence floats.
I listen to the gasping for breath,
As you meet your end, just like I did, in rote.

No one shall ever catch sight of me,
Torment and misery are all that remain.
I am what I never was before,
A murderer for eternity, the eternal stain.

Though the heart does not beat,
What lies eternal is not dead, but complete.
As a vengeful demon, I have risen,
Defeating death’s grasp, my victory replete!

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Mass Murder Lust (Massenmordlust)

I cannot bear the sight of people,
With hatred and disgust, I gaze upon them.
I imagine killing them all,
So that I can finally live.

No one sees my sick thoughts,
They remain unspoken, always hidden.
But behind my lifeless eyes,
My sanity has long been forbidden.

I pass judgment upon this world,
The death sentence is pronounced,
Executed without resistance,
My bloodlust, fiercely announced.

With sharpened blades, I slice and tear,
Blood spurts, gushing from each throat.
With brutal blows, I bring an end,
Faster than anticipated, lives devote.

All my thoughts and desires,
Directed towards your imminent demise.
In my life, meaning only transpires,
When your destruction meets my eyes.

No mercy shall you find from me,
For I am merciless, even to myself.
Once you all are slain and set free,
I’ll deliver the final blow, myself.

I pass judgment upon this world,
The death sentence resounds.
Executed without plea,
My bloodlust, relentless bounds.

Fatally wounded by ceaseless fire,
You’re torn asunder, bullets rain.
Necks snapped in the hangman’s wire,
The knife pierces hearts, in disdain.

I pass judgment upon this world,
The death sentence proclaimed.
Executed without reprieve,
My bloodlust, unrestrained.

With sharpened blades, I slice and tear,
Blood spurts, gushing from each throat.
With brutal blows, I bring an end,
Faster than anticipated, lives devote.

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Maneater (Menschenfresser)

Deep below in the earth’s embrace,
Where no one ventures, a hidden place,
We lie in darkness, concealed from sight,
As daylight fades into the night.

Only pale bones remain of our form,
Our skulls bleached by time’s cruel storm.
But the hunger within us never wanes,
Now craving flesh, our monstrous stains.

From empty graves, we rise once more,
Hunters lurking, shadows on the floor.
Slowly emerging, our presence unknown,
By the time you see us, your fate is sown.

Your heart still beats, as we consume,
Feasting on your flesh, sealing your doom.
The slaughter endless, our obsession deep,
As cannibalistic fiends, we forever creep.

Your violated corpse, we lay to rest,
Yet your soul forever in our cursed nest.
Condemned for eternity, tortured by desire,
Undead creatures, bound by unholy fire.

From empty graves, we rise once more,
Hunters lurking, shadows on the floor.
Slowly emerging, our presence unknown,
By the time you see us, your fate is sown.

Your heart still beats, as we consume,
Feasting on your flesh, sealing your doom.
The slaughter endless, our obsession deep,
As cannibalistic fiends, forever we’ll keep.

Unaware and fearless, you wander astray,
Unknowingly stepping into our array.
Awakened by your heartbeat’s rhythmic sound,
In the underworld, we shall forever be found.

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Black Band (Schwarze Bande)

On an ancient sacred site
Amidst the ancient burial mounds
We gather in the cold morning hours
As the moon silently watches around

Only the moon bears witness
As we cut into our own flesh
Our blood flowing into the fire
For the ritual to manifest

Together, we invoke in the dead of night
The long-forgotten power of old
May it possess us and grant us strength
To love death more than our own mold

The war has dragged on for years
Victory seems distant and faint
The enemies multiply in numbers
Our resistance weakened and faint

In the hour of utmost need
Revelation comes to our sight
How we can alter fate’s course
Bring an end to the war with a resolute might

The gods have betrayed and forsaken us
Their names we curse and despise
We forge a pact with the destroyer of their realm
May it burn forever when the last of us dies

Without regard for losses suffered
Without mercy for the enemy’s plight
The time for retreat has come to an end
We march forward, prepared to fight

We fight as the Black Band
Annihilating all life in our wake
With unmatched cruelty and ruthlessness
Freed from the chains of humanity’s stake

We perpetuate death, scornful of life
Never will we lay down our arms in strife
Deep into enemy lands we plunge the blade
The flame of our resistance ignites the world’s raid

The enemy admits defeat
Yet the killing knows no cease
The lightning of a thousand suns
Has stolen their future, their peace

We reign over mountains of corpses
Conquer desolate ruins far and wide
No humans in sight, no soul to be found
Only eternal death as our guide

Once, we conjured together a dark force
It brought the world we knew to demise
We always sought triumph, never surrender
But now, with no one left, we can finally rise.

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Written in Blood (In Blut geschrieben)

Once upon a time, long ago,
You believed in shaping your own fate.
That only your free will mattered,
No gods chosen, no destined state.

Wherever your path may have led,
You alone guided your steps ahead.
To be the master of your own life,
Never relinquishing the scepter you’ve wield.

You wanted to be the hammer, not the anvil,
Forging your own happiness, you thought.
And you believed you were solely responsible
For the story of your life, self-taught.

Everything you set out to achieve,
You believed would come within your grasp.
No enemy could ever conquer you,
Escaping danger in each daring clasp.

People looked up to you in awe,
The world was meant to be at your feet.
Your deeds would testify and proclaim,
To destiny, you would never submit or greet.

But as the hour of death draws near,
You look back upon your past, it seems,
Blind to what was always predetermined,
Unaware of the fated, woven themes.

You thought you could freely decide,
Which path to take, where to reside.
At life’s end, you see the proof,
All paths lead in circles, aloof.

You dared greatly and won it all,
No deed did you ever fear to embrace.
Yet nothing remains, all is taken away,
When death finally brings you to embrace.

You cannot escape the clutches of fate,
It is equal for every soul and creed.
You too will face death’s inevitable gate,
Your life’s journey ending in its grim heed.

But the story of your life, you see,
Is written in blood at every time.
The only choice you ever make,
Will always be whether it’s truly thine.

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Seven Days of Fire (Sieben Tage des Feuers)

On the first day, at dawn’s first light,
Humanity awakened to a nightmare’s sight.
On the horizon, a signal in the sky,
The atomic flash, radiant and high.

On the second day, from the split atom’s core,
Fire rains down upon the Earth’s floor.
The world engulfs in a sea of flames,
Becoming a nuclear tomb, without any claims.

What God created in seven days,
Shall in seven days be undone.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
We unravel creation, every thread unspun.

On the third day, throughout the hours,
A shockwave races, consuming all powers.
No stone stands upon another anymore,
Human achievements crumble, to the core.

On the fourth day, invisible yet near,
Death infiltrates each cell, spreading fear.
Those who still breathe suffer agonizing plight,
Flesh decays upon skeletal remains, out of sight.

What God created in seven days,
Shall in seven days be undone.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
We unravel creation, every thread unspun.

On the fifth day, like a shroud of despair,
Ashen clouds veil the light, bleak and rare.
The sun is extinguished, its brilliance lost,
No ray pierces the darkness, at any cost.

On the sixth day, in a silence so grim,
Fires fade in eternal night, dim.
The planet freezes, engulfed in icy chill,
Petrified in death’s grip, an unyielding will.

What God created in seven days,
Shall in seven days be undone.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
We unravel creation, every thread unspun.

On the seventh day, after the infernal strife,
Total annihilation marks the end of life.
As if existence never graced this earthly domain,
Creation undone, as if it were all in vain.