to Caledonia) I still hear the ancient warcry (Ellada to Helvetia) I still hear the ancient battlecry (from Lusitania to Hispania) I still hear the ancient
Here one can hear the call of the sea While a deadwhite moonlight Is creating the ultimate unlight Or at night, or at night... O sad and beautiful night
And the horn called for war! The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds Left of five score are
Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won (
The cause of the Templar's order Was beyond religion So brilliant their splendour So wealthy their order Channelling all esoteric knowledge Into one
Assyrian Empire Empire of Doom Masters, masters of pain & destruction Fighting, Killing, Slaying Decapitating their (enemies) heads Fighting, Slaying
Bravery displayed by each side None seeked shelter, none did hide Their faces directed towards foe Causing wounds with every blow Neither then or before
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One last look to the sky Again my end is near Declared 'criminal of war' This is my final hour (Execution, The end)... But the start of my dream The
I live to die How can my father turn to a God Who creates everything to die? I feel deceived, rejected... How can one pray? All so useless, senseless
Liar ! False prophet! You must die! Bastard! Spit on you! Liar! Weak loser! Spit on your cross! Christ! How can one possibly follow your weak rules You
Death Messiah You're the one Occult dreams aren't your goal Why you preach the Black Book When handcuffs & whips are Your game Death Messiah Your religion
Black stars shine on the ancient fortified town The sun invisible or since long down? Over the dismal landscape Above Carcosa No sound, only the wind
Chill the air, although only september Silent the woods as in deep slumber Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand The glory of Rome has come to an
O infernal majesty Condemn him to the pit Evermore to suffer in Perpetual anguish Bring thy wrath upon him Send forth thy messengers To proclaim this
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longe misere ! Oh Thou, the most savage of angels God only judges mild Those who chant songs to his praise Oh Prince of
[Bonus Track] My body is gone My soul is dwelling But this won't keep me from loving you Forever and ever more From Beyond the Grave Just as I promised