Fearless fury battered and torn
Hoist thy head to the turbulent clouds in the sky
Where banshees play with solemn chord
Ballads to beckon the end
But through the mist blinding the ward
Thy sword wild
Condemned to walk the earth alone
First a shadow then a sorrow
The bitter solace friend and foe
Baneful tongues and solemn lore
Strokes of death to guide the summons
Smoke in wreaths above beguiling
Dowager of wandering empires knocking at death's
door
Putrid winds carried the voices wailing in the
night
Solitude of land Europa; battalions ominous
Conquest dressed in ivory garb attack from east
and
Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn
Legions daringly soar over moors
Well-turned horns, dust of stars at their feet
Unafraid brothers of empire's fight
Scent of smoke in the anguished surrounds
The hour
Hordes of rings bear demons of despair
Hungry bellows brought by gales
Vigils of the night remember well
Fear-flung shadows of a lie
Herald of War
Exiled from light
Domination
Eagles of ruin
A flas
Gleaming droplets douse the mead
bringing with its breeze the scent
Of weeping willows Babylon
bedding down for winter's chill
Like two young lovers intertwined
in the frivolity of life
Leaned one ov
Stank lagoons with grasping claws a serpent have
released
From dungeons of despair and farce to feast on
brackish hearts
The walls a tint of crimson fierce speak of
vacant names
Beheld by missive magot-
The ticking hour of Father Time releases memories
locked in mind
A wandering beggar digging holes in all unspoken
deeds of old
A yellow death lay on his face, a smile so fixed
not of this race
Indeed he
No cypress shades the grave
But gentle violets weep with dew
Weave on war-torn bones
Buried nameless in eternal sands
[Chorus:]
Sound no trumpet of mourn
Forget not the wandering soul
One with this
bibunt omnes sine meta.
quamvis bibant mente leta,
sic nos rodunt omnes gentes
et sic erimus
Sentries of Fisterra wake
Gallant masses stir
Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills
A call to arms yo
Barren hills of darkened earth
Recollections young and old
Butchered, scattered manifold
Faded footprints in the snow
No demi-wolves with piercing eyes
Appear with painted masks of war
Now still and
From lands of the mountainous tundra
And the spirited elvinwood
Where the woodlands give in to the whims
Of the lively yet cynical wind
Taiga forests and boreal lights
In their splendor warriors resid
