Otherworld |
Where ere thou hast been, Here or in yon world manifest, Canst thou tell What is, or what was or what is to come? No thing shall last And there are things That shall never change. History is written in blood, Yet are battles really lost On the battlefields? Canst thou tell me whence thou comest And where thou goest And what is, or what was, or what is to come? For everything remains as it never was. |
Everything Remains As It Never Was |
Who will measure the dimensions of antumnos? Who can tell the gauge of its veil? Who can manifest the size of its maw? And infer the value of its stones? Yet the glowing wick will not be quenched The sown fire will never die What is What ever was What ever is to come What would What ever should It will remain as it never was Eternity's past was repeated in time The eternal knot will be unbroken Whence comes the motion in this picture? Where does the moment go when it steals away? Who will pen the pages of time? Who will be the audience when the curtain rises? Where do we go. Question mark. What have we become. Question mark. Wither went what was. Question mark. Shall there be a dawn. Question mark. Did we ever change? |
Thousandfold |
Sprinkled by the trappings Of words that make the outlines Blur on the showplace of made history The folk is willed To parrot the dished up tale The lure of a higher meaning Cheat you had to create An enemy stereotype To receive your absolution A frothy poor excuse for your foray To disengage from the deeps Of your encumbrance Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me! Declined Truths ensign Forever mine! Bereave me! March in with ten legions Whilst the crucial weapon's not the pillum But the feather held in your hand Penned in blood Your tall-tales rule the forum Altering it into the battlefield I, the spectral guise Evoking these baring fears Pestering your conscript fathers I smile at my demise and while I die I cherish the roots of my perseverance |
Nil |
Curtains up for this lurid age Clear the ring for oppression and greed Welcome to this wasteland Of blight and havoc Once known as my home Deleting fulfilled! Erasing procedure done! Cleansing complete! It’s done, my friend, It’s over and done! There was nothing left But the smell of Salassian blood Nil and nothing left But the braying void in our homes I never forgot the eyes of the kids Wrested from their moms To be sold into slavery I still can hear The cries of the raped And the bellow of the flames The hymn of absurd death Heed the chronicles Of lucrative genocide Annals of effaced tribes Pages written in blood Ave Caesar Augustus It's done my friend It's over and done |
The Essence of Ashes |
And it came to pass In those leaden days That a plain, poor man got sick of his yoke Of condemned soil And a foreign empires hungry purse Time to replace Pitchfork with sword And sound the anthem Of sheer rebellion Enough! Once too often! Enough is enough! We strive not for war We just crave to have our home We just seek to have the rights That our fathers used to have But we tasted the grime and blood We tasted the essence of ashes A glowing spark Rising up from blazing flames To lead the forlorn and wroth The epitome of hope and freedom A daring venture A frenetic attempt When Amandus was slain The Bagaudae still sang |
Isara |
Instrumental (посвящено Isara) |
Kingdom Come Undone |
While the noose is tightening You still sit here on your fleeting thrones So busy with your own little feuds And your own blinker crowns But we all are Gauls And we are free at least by now So take the fucking plunge Rise and unite Arise! United we'll stand! This is V for vengeance This is V for vehemence This is V for victory This is V for Vercingetorix Let them feel the Gaulish violence Impetuous furor The bite of our blades Let them see our freedoms ensign Let us raise our clenched fists in pride What benefit will it be To save your crowns but forfeit your freedom at last? We are one folk and we can make a stand So lay down your crowns now Rise and unite Bestir! Wake up! As one we'll prevail! This is V for verdict This is V for valour This is V for venture This is reVolt This is kingdom come undone |
Quoth The Raven |
I am the mystery And I am the bringer of moonless night I bear the wisdom arcane I, harbinger from the burrowed isle Once you break forth Hearken the flap of my wings I haunt your fears Though you don't know of my duty To lead your path Because I'll take you home to rest In my black wings enfolding you I am the icon sublime The guide on the voyage clandestine I sign the verses bewailed I, torch of the radiant way Once you step out Hearken the strokes of my wings Once you will leave your cocoon I will be there "And death will smile his barefaced smile Initiating your final anguish It is not before my arrival That you will be lead to feel The natural serenity of leaving this world... Hear my wings caressing the wind! Hear my KRAAAK!" |
(do)minion |
I, the vermin The leader The failure Brother, I shall not weep When you meet your doom Not again shall I be your saviour This nation is moribund You just can't see We have to align with the mighty Lose your soul or lose your life In the name of Gallia In the name of my tribe In the name of my greed I became the minion In the name of the Gauls In the name of the kneeled In the name of fold, the name of the sold I became the lie Brother, I shall not weep When you sail to the isles Atlantic or otherworldly Be my sentence, be my punishment Be the sword to pierce my heart You dared to contest My dear-bought crown For glories extinct You waged to evoke My wrath, my weakness And my innermost craving for... Gallia In the name of my tribe In the name of my greed I became the minion In the name of the Gauls In the name of the kneeled In the name of fold, the name of the sold I became Rome's slave Dumnorix, I did quite weep when I betrayed us all To save us all at the threshold of our demise Be my penance, be my nemesis For I sold my soul... In the name of Gallia - welcome me, ferryman! In the name of my greed - welcome me, ferryman! In the name of the Gauls In the name of the kneeled In the name of fold, the name of the sold I came to die |
Setlon |
Instrumental |
Sempiternal Embers |
Glowing and blazing In the wind of times Ever lit Searching and fathoming The fires arcane Consuming flames Sparks to imbue Our very souls Pervading The very breath of life Flickering from the depths Of eternity Never asleep Never extinct Not ever ceasing to gleam Never sear The sempiternal embers Never profaned Never frail Not ever ceasing to refine Never forfeit Never faint The sempiternal embers The essence of being The form of existance Forever inflamed with passion Heart of hearts Burning so bright Yet clandestine Gleaming in the lair Of the powers to be The four mighty ones The high kings concealed Giving birth to the glimmer within Incessantly fostering the flames... |
Lugdūnon |
We set forth A retinue With steed and cart So we roved the land Stealthily We sallied out To find new shores As the presage led Set sail, ye hearts Into the sea of hope The druid blessed This mount forseen We grudged no pains We faced distress Yet a glowing wick Kindles fire... Alike a liminal place A dormant beacon we faced The haven foretold A fortress of ages to come At the rise of a new dawn Woke the daughter of the sun Wafted on black wings Vastly soaring boding skies We followed The rites of old As we stook out The ordained new land We held our breath As the skies got black And a storm arose A swarm of crows Lo and behold! The black birds branched out A circle wide In the riven skies They limned the nemeton Of the fulgent hill The presage witnessed |
The Liminal Passage |
Instrumental |
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