Triumph for the sons of the heather
Defeat for the legions of Rome
Two Kings of the night they stood togeather
The clans would defend their home

The third King died by the hands of his own man
Noone to lead the Northmen on

Kings of the night
Sorcery is drawing dow

I hide inside watching from the stained glass eyes 500 shades of red dance
With 500 shades of gray
The last festival of humility
With just enough room for a baby's first breath
Mama, papa don't come home
Arch my recollection in two
Bent over at war with pink porcelain gre

Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today
Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows
Give her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansing
No screams or sounds,
only the resonation of relief colliding with horror
Trepidation blanketed

As faces crept in from the room next door
To my eyes i let a razor race swiftly down my armless body
Towards the clays of hell
Blink to separate desecration from pain
Toward the clays of hell the acrid tears and razors race
The faces become more defined
As the scent of my

The wind is moaning through the trees
and the sorceress on her knees
Sacrifice in the grove tonight

The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay
Sorcery to crush their might

In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne
And faint, he hears the call

This wound cannot be patched
as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black
Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror
The heavy-handed swift punishing judge
whose sentence is lifelong and indifferent
as puddles of stagnant water
You cannot stop t

The wind is moaning through the trees
and the sorceress on her knees
Sacrifice in the grove tonight

The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay
Sorcery to crush their might

In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne
And faint, he hears the call

Driven beyond the point of no return
The stench of revenge fills their hearts
Surrounded by a vehement aura
Bloodlust in their eyes

Longing to unleash anguish upon
The empire that reigned for aeons
Vengeance whispered in their brain
Driving the horde insane

Th

Long before man had begun to evolve
There was a warlock, half god, half daemon
Through reckless invultuations he stumbled upon
Things that ought not to be given manifestation

Innocent blood it must be spilled
The runes written in the plasma
A heart filled with courage t

Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis
My tribesmen turned on me
They said, I could slay in war
but not in mercy

They tied a girl to a stake to be burned alive
My dagger found her heart mercifully she died

I fled into the sea
Sailing toward my fate
I the Barbarian King

The Norms weave grief and defeat
For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea
The standards are flying of high King brian
None can stand before the hosts of the irish lion
Years of torment the irish lament to hell the Vikings must be
sent

The fury of a woman scorned
Gorml

Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land
Killing women, children, beast and man
Raping the young, torturing the old
Forging your way to streets of gold

Madness is in your eyes, the cross upon your chest
You want to die in battle

Stealing, plundering, No! Take t

When omens of all portant come to be
and the ancient ones rise up from the sea
and the winged one comes forth from the moon

The one will appear whose heart knows no fear
When those who dream in Ryleh draw near
Bringing forth their mockery of flesh and our doom

A King

It was back in the time of Victorian splendor
When into the nightmare of lust she fell
Like the flower in November she could not surrender
Across the dark countryside she seemed to sail

She always walked in the light she was purer than white
For no one her head would turn

From an endless sleep i wake
A foe's soul i long to take
Path to last for eternity
A battle to wait no more

Blood on the vibe
War is all i see
A battle to survive
A day to revive
Eeyyyaaah!

Blood gushing forth
War is all i see
Endless tortured soul

King of the Race without a name
galloping hard across the moor
Past great menhirs to hells door
Seeking the witch down Dagons moor

In my mind's eye, I watch my people die
scattered like chaff in the storm I ride

I won't see my world in chains
while my fists can st

Everything around me shrinks and expands
Memories compacted
Fantasies extracted
Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer
This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes
The faces and names are not real
Only the tears, blood and glass

Climb the fibrous ladder dear friend
Watch your head
Watch your step
Chained meat-hook your new ally and playmate
Hang yourself from the virginal I-beam above
Hang from your anatomically correct eye sockets
A perfect match for the grapple
Hang like the meat you

Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia The dirt
has begun to breathe Cries of a phantom infant tease
and torment a dying mind Held down in profanation
Subjugation of the senses Pushing pins in her eyes
Pushing pins in her eyes She never sleeps
Hallucination never die

We idolize and exonerate the statues
of barbarians and henchmen
And why and how we must
pattern ourselves to be such men
Who is the hero?
Who is the scapegoat?
Hang us high if we dare commit just a
fraction of the crimes as our "heroic"
Forefathers have
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