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Banners Of Blood

by Countess

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The sword was wielded in the past and future Many times the blade broken and forged anew Before the dawn of time it was created In mythical caves filled with fire and doom The sword was there at many pivotal moments Throughout the bloody pages of history Alexander wielded the blade against Persia The hammer stood tall against the Saracen Sword of the millennia Blade of divine steel Sword of the millennia Its power all shall feel Great lords and kings carried the sword To forge great glory or find their doom No living soul knows the blade's true name Yet countless times it wrought man's destiny Its magical steel wrought by runes of might Countless times lost and sought and found For years hidden 'neath the chapel of doom Until the heretic once more wore the blade
In the stars I see the faces of my gods In the air I sense the power of their presence My temples are the forests and the lakes My statues are the mountains and the trees (bridge) With my gods I stride Filled with strength and pride (chorus) Below the sky Where dwell the gods great I walk my path The road of my fate In the wind I hear the voice of the wanderer In the storm I feel the might of the hammer My faith is a way of life not a set of rules My faith is who I am not whom I serve (bridge) With my gods I prevail By their side I shall not fail (chorus) I hear the voice Of the great gods of yore I listen to the words Of those who came before Like those who came before And those who are yet to be I am their flesh and blood Proud I stand and free In my blood I hear the song of my gods In my flesh I feel their glory and might My gods are of those who came before My gods are of those who are yet to come (bridge) With my gods I evolve Together all mystery we shall resolve (chorus) Below the sky Where dwell the gods great I walk my path The road of my fate By the hammer and by blood My kin and gods I revere I walk my path Without guilt, without fear
Mighty alien armies ride Come to invade our soil Soon our steel to be tried Thousands of Europe's elite Riding towards the south Soon our foe shall we meet (bridge) Heavy well-trained infantry Shall clash with their cavalry With discipline and battle skill Our enemies' blood shall we spill We secure the high ground Now they must charge uphill Soon the horns of battle sound At last the invaders attack And firm we stand our ground Our lands they will not sack (bridge) The foe tries to break our ranks They meet the swords of the Franks Today to Europe shall belong An epic triumph worthy of song (chorus) Strong we stand, like a wall Like a sea that can't be moved Swords do strike, fierce we fight Our might in battle we have proved "In the thick of battle the men of the North seemed like a sea that could not be moved. Firm they stood, close to one another, forming as it were a wall of ice; and with great blows of their swords, they struck down the Arabs" (Chronicle of 754) Their king We have slain All enemies flee before us By night they retreat in pain Many fell in their flight When the morning comes again No enemies anywhere in sight (bridge) In bloody battle we did prevail For Europe's sake we did not fail Our hated foe we have driven away For we are the hunters not prey (chorus) Strong we stood, like a wall Sons of Europe united all Swords did strike, fierce we fought Their invasion brought to nought
рыцари-Крестоносцы напали на наши земли мы будем бороться сталь нашу не свергнуть Если захватят деревни С нами Александр Невский он поведёт нас к победе Против тевтонской. Орды Рыцари рвутся в атаку мы заманили их к озеру Скрежет мечей и Молотов На замерзающем льду (Хор) Брызжет кровь из нашей стали Битва разъярённая Навсегда запомнится Ледовое побоище Долгих часов битва Невский зовёт нашу конницу Наша пехота отважная Несёт нам победу важную Падают трупы воинов Сломленных противников В страхе бегут рыцари Проваливаясь под лёд Погибли и наши воины Но дело их великое Больше не смогут рыцари Двигаться на восток (Хор) Брызжет кровь из нашей стали Битва разъярённая Навсегда запомнится Ледовое побоище
The haematite triangle is drawn inside the circle The magician lights the candles and the fire in the brazier The names of the demons to be conjured he does recite Forty-eight of the fallen to be unleashed this Easter night “Lucifuge Rofocale – arise, arise!” The entity appears – bound by a pact The sorcerer commands – the great demon To roam the earth – with his minions To be released – from Hell mouth To do as they will – until the dawn “Lucifuge Rofocale – begone, begone!” The demon vanishes – like a flame Holding his wand the magician now leaves the circle Striding towards the altar covered by the naked girl His rod touches her belly and she goes up in fire The wizard proceeds to call forth the lesser spirits dire “Agares, Gamygyn – Valefor, obey me! Barbatos, Paimon – Sytry, obey me! Lerajie, Eligor – Zepar, obey me! Ayporos, Haborym – Naberius, obey me! Asmoday, Furfur – Halpas, obey me! Saburac, Andras – Andrealphus, obey me! Amduscias, Dantalian – Belial, obey me!” All horrible demons – now to roam free . . . The evil spirits wreak havoc all over the globe Natural disasters, catastrophes and wars occur The ritual gone awry the world trembles in fear No way to stop the legion the Last Death is here The wizard summons – Lucifuge Rofocale Instead of the demon – the Sabbath Goat appears He thanks the magician – Armageddon has come The tablets are broken – the Law itself is gone The monk thrusts the cross – it explodes in his hands Heaven’s hosts failed – all Hell is loose The war is over – world without end End without world – god is dead
Upon the mountain the dismal tyrant stands Lies in his eyes, stone tablets in hands Ignorant slaves in numbers flock his call They worship in vain their prophet shall fall Across many lands the slaves they dwell Ensnared by the tyrant’s false-hearted spell Doing his bidding without question or thought So the prophet’s reign of slander is wrought (chorus) Raise the banners of blood Fly the flags of hate Behind the banners we ride The tyrant-prophet we shall fight Across deserts and mountains and over the seas Everywhere nothing but ancient lies sound Cultures are crushed by the laws of the lie Once noble tribes now shackled and bound For centuries the rule of the prophet endures Bleak oppression the dread fate of the world All are powerless against the tyrant’s rule Until the holy banners of blood are unfurled (chorus) Raise the banners of blood Fly the flags of hate Behind the banners we ride The false fall beneath our might After ages of woe chosen warriors rise Fathered by those who still rule the skies Their divine blood and celestial steel Shall squash the lies the slaves shall kneel The banners fly with defiance and pride All lies and deceit are crushed by their might Scriptures burn in the holy fires of rage Blood and steel forge a new golden age (chorus) Raise the banners of blood Fly the flags of hate Behind the banners we ride With burning steel reclaim our pride
Pagan Man 03:43
I hid in the shadows for a millennium And yet I always stood by your side For centuries I was almost forgotten In veils of obscurity forced to hide (chorus) You know who I am I am the pagan man You have seen glimpses of my face But looked past my familiar sight You have heard shards of my song But failed to comprehend its might (chorus) Out of the mists of oblivion I ride Who I am you shall know once more I will take you back to who you were In the sacred glorious days of yore (chorus) You know who I am I am you
An ancient realm, wealthy and strong The largest empire the earth had seen Stretching across the whole known world The most advanced society there had been Under the rule of the king of kings Many nations subjugated by its might For centuries the empire throve Until on Greece the kings set their sight Darius the Great conquered many lands Made many Greek cities part of his domains But rebellion broke out in 499 BC The Greeks fighting the Persian chains The Persians were defeated at Marathon But war would continue for many a year Darius' son Xerxes once again invaded Yet his massive army the Greeks did not fear Xerxes managed to sack and loot Athens But his massive invasion was ill-fated The Persian navy crushed at Salamis At Plataea and Mycale his army obliterated The tides of war had decisively turned The empire's territory in Europe gone Through shifting and uneasy alliances To their influence in Greece they held on Xenophon's march opened many Greek eyes To the wealth and weakness of the empire The Greeks boldly went on the offensive Soon the Persian realm to go down in fire Rebellion weakened the once great realm While the Greeks for once stood as one United behind the Macedon king The last king of kings soon to be gone Glory at Granicus and Gaugamela The capital city fell in 330 BC Alexander crushed all the foe's forces Of the Persian yoke the Greeks now free
In het Europa van de achtste eeuw Voerde koning Karel een wrede strijd Tegen de fiere heidense Saksen Tot de doop waren zij niet bereid In zijn vuig streven tot bekering Was de koning genadeloos en wreed Ieder verzet bloedig onderdrukt Karel verbreidde treurnis en leed In het jaar 772 Vernietigde hij de heilige pilaar Om de goden voorgoed te verbannen Maar de Saksen bleven strijdbaar Moedig boden de heidenen weerstand Zij vochten dapper tegen de vorst Maar velen vielen toch ten prooi Aan Karels godvruchtige bloeddorst “Si quis deinceps in gente Saxonorum inter eos latens non baptizatus se abscondere voluerit et ad baptismum venire contempserit paganusque permanere voluerit, morte moriatur.” * (Capitulatio de partibus Saxoniae, c. Saeculo VIII) In het jaar 782 Onderdrukte de koning een opstand Waar Aller en Weser samenvloeien Bleek Karel een vreselijke vijand Vierduizend en vijfhonderd Saksen Werden allen door onthoofding gedood Zij weigerden hun goden af te zweren De hele rivier kleurde bloedrood
I witness the end of the old ways I face the dawn of the modern age My fathers cry beyond the grave My culture dies I feel their rage On the grim altar of progress All I held dear is turned to dust The meaning of honour to be lost Corruption is king and bow we must Bow we must Battle no longer a matter of honour War has become a faceless industry Heritage no longer has any value There is no more use for chivalry Yet I shall not bow, I shall fight For all that I believe to be right I gather men who still are true To the lofty world once we knew Once we knew (chorus) Last man of honour, standing with pride Strong and defiant, steel by my side My cause may be hopeless and though I shall fall I die with honour, gallant and tall Polish my blade and saddle my steed One more time into battle I ride The new order shall face my wrath For our blood, our honour, our pride I meet the enemy of the field of woe Long I stand against a stronger foe Until at last my blade is shattered And I must fall, torn and battered Torn and battered (chorus)
In de duisternis van het heden Ontsteken wij toortsen uit het verleden Gebroken staal opnieuw gesmeed In bloed zal verdrinken het oude leed Haat gegroeid door tientallen eeuwen Zal nu het einde betekenen van velen Jehovah’s tijdperk eindigt spoedig In wrede strijd, gewelddadig en bloedig (chorus) Wetten zwijgen als wapens spreken De strijd tegen god wordt nu gestreden Geen genade voor zijn volgelingen Uit bloed en haat herrijst het verleden Wrede wolven verslinden nu de schapen De slaven gods zullen nooit meer rustig slapen Ons is de wraak na eeuwen van schande De huizen gods zullen in onze haat branden Een gruwelijk lot wacht al Jehovah’s slaven Aan hun weke harten zullen wij ons laven In ere hersteld onze oude goden Voor altijd verbannen de woestijngeboden (chorus)
In the great hall of the king Suddenly an old stranger strode A blue cloak, a grey beard In the tree he planted the sword The man who could pull the blade Free from the mighty ancient trunk To this hero the weapon would belong Invincibility upon him bestowed Many warriors in the king's hall Forcefully tried to take the sword But the only man who succeeded Was Sigmund, as the god intended Soon the sword become the cause Of bloody betrayel among kinsmen By a lying coward's schemes The sword of Volsung's son stolen Treacherous Siggeir killed Volsung Left Sigmund and his brothers to die Sigmund alone survived the ordeal And years lived as a wolf in the wood His twin sister, bound to the traitor Took fate in her hands by magic And bore a son to her twin brother To avenge her siblings and father Sigmund at last came out of the wood With his son to exact revenge The sword returned to his hands The divine blade struck down his foes Long hard travels and bitter feuds Eventful was the life of Sigmund Much fame and glory bestowed upon him But suffering and sorrow befell him too Again he proudly rode into battle As always the blade slew many enemies When in the midst of battle like a ghost The old man suddenly appeared before him The stranger swung his mighty spear And split the perfect sword in two Without the blade, by enemies engulfed Sigmund lost his life on the field Years later both halves were made Whole again by a mighty dwarf Again the sword would harvest glory And carve into history Siegfried's name


released February 11, 2021


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