- Conquest Demise
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
- Conspirator
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
- Deathly Dirges
Desecrated Sealed death Walking corpses Reapers of Gormorrah Calling from the East Savoring sweet sermons Satan's feast
Fragrant, foul, alluring Lurking venom spills Minions maiming courage One by one Desecrated Putrid lips Deathly dirges
Reapers of Gormorrah Marching in the East Decotion drenched in blood Deed by deed Fragrant, foul, alluring Weeping blinded eye Hordes awake in nightmares Dream by dream
Saviors Soldiers of misfortune Drown remorse With scented lies Wretched are the humble Blessed are the bold Craven putrid pledges Fade
Wretched are the mourners Blessed those who kill Infestuous putrid pledges Cry
Wretched are the peaceful Blessed cowards flee Spineless putrid pledges Run
Inheriting the dying Hallowed be thy nameless Lethal putrid pledges Fade ...Fade
As carrion men moan for burial And foul deeds reign free upon the earth No sentry keeps the flame afire while squalls of rage devour their name
- Dying Embers
I drown in ashes
As demons thrive
Unsightly faces behind the mask
Sweet embers hide my dying eyes
The smell of amber
And weary lies
Evoke the ages
Of humbly times
- Fire Upon The Blade
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
- Lords Of Bedlam
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
- Lure - Pallida Mors
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 over with gallant whisper
betrothed domains of ceaseless time
- Misterium Babel
Misterium Babel
Wistful temptress
Scarlet-clad and decked in gold
Baneful muse
Fallen whore
Moaning siren
Drunken with the blood of saints
- Of Splendid Worlds
The secrets of cities fade
The wail of cretins cease
Enveloped by waves of shadows
As armies of locusts charge
Devouring our hell
Fateful days lay twisted and in ruins
Morning dew, a dying soul
- Once We Were Kings
Fire...I hold the mythic flame within my palm
Fire...Wildly dancing in the still of night
This dream that fades before it soars
A frozen lake of blood and guilt
Abandon hope, who enter here
My love has died so long ago
- Son Of Perdition
Dreadful visions
Of seas turning black
Silent conquests masked
In mortal white
Rolling thunder
Mountains of brass
Marching one by one
To steal the light
- The Calm Before The Storm
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
- To Kingdom Come
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
- Tyrants and Wraiths
Ballads of death
In killing fields
A new age of fear
A life of kings
Forgotten ones
Concealed in shadows
The piercing wails
Of human flesh
- Vestige
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 calm conquer these hills
- Woe To The Defeated
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"