Hollenthon - With Vilest Of Worms To Dwell lyrics
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Tracks 01. Y Draig Goch
02. Woe To The Defeated 03. Lords Of Bedlam 04. To Kingdom Come 05. The Calm Before The Storm 06. Fire Upon The Blade 07. Conquest Demise 08. Conspirator 01. Y Draig Goch Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
From lands of the mountainous tundra
And the spirited elvenwood Where the woodlands give in to the whims Of the lively yet cynical wind Taiga forests and boreal lights In their splendor warriors reside Bow in reverence on sight To the passing of wings and of might Sleep with dragons Theirs is the flame of flames Immortalized In starlit skies Swooping shadows fo glorious red Forging forth to the land of the sun To the fields where the yearning is grown And the seeds of the hopeful are sown Jovial water and semblance of East While the reapers bent down over fields Bow in reverence of sight To the advent of wings and of might For minds that wonder And eyes that roam In fire find the hidden lair Wings and might Immortalized In starlit skies 02. Woe To The Defeated Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
Silence robs the mob its doctrine
While fictitious laughter, grievous halls triumphant foe Pointing fingers all acusing Fading dust of ages into a night of stone Whispers Solace, "vae victis" Can you spare immortal tears? Whispers Solace, "vae victis" Its murmur echoed far and near Ever watchful fire breathing Its orphaned children drink from the empty wells of faith In unknown lair awaits the ember Y Draig Goch forceful spreads its golden wings Whispers Solace, "vae victis" Can you spare immortal tears? Whispers Solace, "vae victis" Its murmur echoed far and near [lead: Schirenc/Schirenc/Barrett] Whispers Solace, "vae victis" Can you spare immortal tears? Whispers Solace, "vae victis" Its murmur echoed far and near Can you spare immortal tears? Its murmur echoed far and near 03. Lords Of Bedlam Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
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 flash of wings Devastation Inching over moors like frenzied fiends Caravans of doom fall in Ravage rampant of massive footstep A gripping dust chokes the sky Scars of wilted wrath Kiss the dying ground Present, future, past Eradicated As darkness dies this hour before ensorcelled eyes Visions of fate await the rogue of savage lands The rabid ritual rests on saber, sword and ruin Renounced companions of morning stars at dawn 04. To Kingdom Come Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
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 young hopefuls Fields of burning toil Beware of bleeding visions shattered Fear not the thunder Where the earth meets the sky Slave to the irons Thy kingdom shall come Wake from dreams to unfolding demons Break the spell binding with chains Rage against the old tradition Heed the voice singing courage in the storm Arise in mass from peaceful slumber Providence draws near Craven tyrants cringe before our wrath Sentries of Fisterra wake Gallant masses stir Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills Fear not the thunder Where the earth meets the sky Slave to the irons Thy kingdom shall come 05. The Calm Before The Storm Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
No cypress shades the grave
But gentle violets weep with dew Weave on war-torn bones Buried nameless in eternal sands Sound no trumpet of mourn Forget not the wandering soul One with this brazen earth With vilest of worms to dwell No sunshine reverent But stoic storm clouds soak scarlet ground Wash the bloodstained face Vanished nameless in eternal sands Sound no trumpet of mourn Forget not the wandering soul One with this brazen earth With vilest of worms to dwell Losten closely Dreadful and grand The hush of the null and void Slave to fate kings and desperate men Await the splendor Dreadful and grand Lingering shadows undead Slave to fate, kings and desperate men Forget not wandering souls With vilest of worms to dwell 06. Fire Upon The Blade Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
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 hours that weave incantations Escaped from the cauldron's mystical rim Lost in the loom of the night of nights The clashing of arms Blood resting on leaf and on thorn Farewell to the radiant dawn Dust of stars, well-tuned horns Fire upon the blade Fire upon the blade 07. Conquest Demise Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
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 to the winds of wretchedness signs Thy heart beats in thy broken soul The rage that haunts in the night Bright-eyed raven Hast thou taken flight? Bright-eyed raven, Morrigan Dwell no longer on this cold, cursed ground No longer on this cursed ground Corpses strewed by lonely hour Scattered kinsmen in arms crawl to wage one last stand To look the nemesis in the eye Banish the beast back to hell In battlefields of bleeding earth E're the ashen thieves stalking each somber bend The dragon doused with poisonous war Recoils before the dying star Bright-eyed raven Hast thou taken flight? Bright-eyed raven, Morrigan Dwell no longer on this cold, cursed ground No longer on this cursed ground Promises of glory Thy warriors betrayed Bludgeoned under sable wings Yet best to die in struggle and strife Then live in endless shade 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 08. Conspirator Music by Martin Schirenc Lyrics by Elena Schirenc
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 Brewing creeping indescence Bursting lights and fearless thunder Mercenaries Forgotten slain Lords of Bedlam The web of wickedness devours All that's hallowed woe will follow Amidst the cry and lamentation With crooked hands contrives the charm Hence rivers of brume beckon the ancients A troop of echoes forges forward Mouths wide open like ghastly sores Curse the matron, damn the whore ...and the tempest rose with the North wind as the banshee wailed Spewing her venom condemned ...and torrents roared engulfed in flames as the banshee wailed Prophetic of Death's approach Mercenaries Forgotten slain Lords of Bedlam |