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[demon.of.the.fall]

The Diabolic Serenades (1994)


1. Assyrian Empire

Assyrian Empire
Empire of Doom
Masters, masters of pain & destruction
Fighting, Killing, Slaying
Decapitating their (enemies) heads
Fighting, Slaying, Raping,
No one could stand the sight
Their (skinned) enemies flesh on the city walls
A pile of skulls in front of the city gate
Flesh on the walls of the conquered weak
True Masters
Assyrian Empire
Assyrian Empire
Assyrian Empire
Pile of skulls in front of the main gate
Assyrian Life Code
Assyrian Life Code
Assyrian Life Code


2. Crucifixion Justified (Roman Supremacy)

Liar! False prophet! You must die!
Bastard! Spit on you! Liar! Weak loser!
Spit on your cross! Christ!
How can one possibly follow your weak rules
You promised heaven
Rather descend into hell
Die Jesus Die
You only played a game on earth
Only an empty grave awaits
Die Nazarene Christ!
You're hoping for a place in heaven Could be hell
Only an empty grave awaits
No resurrection! No place for weak idols
No one is our master
We create our own rules
The Roman Empire can't tolerate the weak
No partisan activities can bring our empire down
Don't threaten us!


3. Death Messiah

Death Messiah
You're the one
Occult dreams
aren't your goal
Why you preach the Black Book
When handcuffs & whips are
Your game
Death Messiah
Your religion
Only an excuse
Death Messiah
Diabolic desires
Are your major concern
Death Messiah
You're the king in your
Morbid fantasies
Death Messiah
You're insane
In your sick reality
(You reign)
Die for
Die for
Die for HIM!


4. Evil Prevails

Descend into Darkness
Evil prevails
Show me the way
Storm the Gates of Heaven
MASTER!
Lucifer...
You're the one
Descend into Darkness
Evil prevails
Left Hand Path
Master... of... Evil
SATAN!
Thy Kingdom come
Spit on the cross
Denial of Mary
Mother of Whores
MASTER
Infernal...
Kill the priest
Crush the priest
Drink his blood
Rites of the Black Book
Loyal
Denial of holy souls
Master


5. Land Of Frost And Despair

Land of frost and misery
No hope for the future
Only the darkest goal
Only the darkest dreams
Darkest desires fill my soul
Land of Frost and Misery
Blasphemous games
No place for the weak
Only the Cold
No love
Darkest desires
Burn my soul
No place for a weak God
Only Black is real
No place for sun
Dark clouds
Land of Frost
Land of Frost
Land of Frost
No place to raise the children
Winter cannot bare new life
Land of the North
Only the darkest dreams
Touch my soul in
The Land of Frost


6. Morbid Glory (Gilles De Rais 1404-1440)

As a hero into battle
At the side of Joan of Arc
Glorious Marshalls of France
Gilles de Rais
You were the one to insult
An important priest
Never afraid to face the enemy
However when the night longs
For Him shadows on the wall
Reflect scenes which cannot
Bare the light of day
Appreciating aesthetic art and Alchemy
But the most vile thoughts
And desires poison his mind
As a true Emperor of Lust
Raping and slaughtering little boys,
Like a romance of Death kissing
A decapitated Child's head
But his end was approaching
(So was) Execution but no fear
He showed as (once) into battle


7. Obscurity Reigns (Fields Of Flanders)

Blasphemous rites
Churches in flames
Satanic oath
Blasphemous rites
Churches in flames
Obscurity reigns
Feast on meat
Drenched in blood
Denial of Christ
Loyal towards each other
Together in DEATH
Dwelling around in the
Fields of Flanders
At night they ride...
Touch the sky
Churches in flames
Blasphemous rites
Obscurity reigns
Morbid glory... bonded by blood
LOYAL
Choose to burn
In hell...
Rites of the Black Goat
Spit on the cross his blood
Obscurity reigns
CHURCHES IN FLAMES


8. Satanic Rejoice

Arise!
Invoke the blasphemous Name
The Lord of Sodom
The God of Cain
Joy to the flesh forever
Joy to the flesh forever
My body is a temple
Wherein all Demons dwell
A Pantheon of flesh
I am
Arise!
Invoke the blasphemous Name
The Lord of Sodom
The God of Cain
Joy to the flesh forever
My body is a temple
Wherein all Demons dwell
A Pantheon of flesh
I am
SATANIC REJOICE


9. From Beyond The Grave

[Bonus Track]

My body is gone
My soul is dwelling
But this won't keep me from loving you
Forever and ever more
From Beyond the Grave
Just as I promised you
When I was alive
Death won't take away
My hunger for the Flesh
Forever I visit you
From Beyond the Grave
I love you to death
From Beyond the Grave
Join me on my journey to Hell

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[demon.of.the.fall]

Blasfemia Eternal (1996)


1. Blasfemia Eternal



2. Total Misanthropia

Hate!
Take the blood, take the blood
Of my enemies
Total hate
I want them to die
Total misantropia
Who needs weak flesh or family
Total misantropia
Say whatever you want
Meant for me to hear
Hate is the only thing I feel
Destruction follows everywhere
Total misantropia
Hate!
I don't need this love
War!
Bloodshed
War!
Hate!
War!
Bloodshed eternally
I don't understand (love)
I don't want your love
Only Darkness and Hate!
Total misantropia!
If I had only more time (to)
Kill! Slaughter! Destroy!
The beauty of the pain
Destruction of the human race


3. Garden Of Delights (Eva)

Open the portals to darkness
So that the fire of hell
Will previal
Embrace the wicked beauty
Of the darkest instincts
Turn into a tender godess
And the ultimate queen of pain
Follow me on your left hand path
And discover my infernal reign
I will accompany you on
Your abyssic journeys
You will find the pleasure
...Beyond the pain
Be my innocent graceful virgin
Be my lusty gorgeous whore
Never question my power
Do not betray our flame!
Deal with my insanity
Eternal you will reign
Oppressed by all gods of light
Adored by the disciples of night
Female soul and body
Finest piece of art
Cannot be god's creation
Bite the apple once more!


4. Quest For Blood (Le Vampire)

Toi, qui comme un coup de couteau
Dans mon coeur plaintif est entree
Toi, qui fort comme un troupeau
De demons, vins, folle et paree
To make out of my humiliated spirit
Your bed and your domain
Honourless crook to whom
I am connected like a slave to his
Chain, like a stubborn player to the
Game, like a drunk to the bottle,
Like a maggot to the corpse
Maudite! Maudite soit-tu!
I have prayed the rapid sword
To conquer my freedom
Helas! The poison and the sword
Took me with despise and told me:
'You are not worthy,
You are not worthy!
To be liberated of your slavery!!!
If our efforts would free thee
Your kisses would awake
The remains of your vampire within
Your vampire within!!!'
Maudite! Maudite!...


5. Blood Of Christ (Mohammed Wept)

One last look to the sky
Again my end is near
Declared 'criminal of war'
This is my final hour (Execution,
The end)... But the start of my dream
The start of my dream
Reborn I will be, forever I will hunt!
As a traveller throughout time
Reborn I will be
Forever I will hunt, forever I will be
As a traveller throughout time
The spear that tortured christ was mine!
Oh eva! Hold me once more, bite the apple
Who needs this paradise,
Who needs this paradise?!
I inspired nero to put rome into flames
A lieutenant I was, when napoleon
Set the world on fire!
Oh beautiful sight, mohammed being poisoned...
Bible or koran: Pathetic book of lies!
(We always lost a battle, eternally we
Won a war!!!)
The blood of god on my skin
The blood of allah on my hands
Porco dio! Porco dio!
Porco dio! Porco dio!
Fr immer! Voor altijd! Ai§nia!
Blasfemia eternal!!!!


6. Epebos Ai§nia

O infernal majesty
Condemn him to the pit
Evermore to suffer in
Perpetual anguish
Bring thy wrath upon him
Send forth thy messengers
To proclaim this dead
Call forth thy legions that they may
Witness what we do in thy name
The pain, the hate, the beauty
True strength, the force of evil
True strength, epebos ai§nia!!!
Send forth thy messengers
To proclaim this death
The falldown of allah
Of christ, of eva
O lord of 'light'
Lucifer!
O lord of 'light'
Satan!!!
Infernal majesty
Infernal majesty - fr immer
Eternal, eternal!


7. (Het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge

Here one can hear the call of the sea
While a deadwhite moonlight
Is creating the ultimate unlight
Or at night, or at night...
O sad and beautiful night
Full of melancholy
When the silent dark waters
Are inviting the lonely souls
Of mounting lost ones... like me
Of mounting lost ones... like me
Here once I could hear the bell toll
Here once I led a life
My home was build... before the cruel
Water came
May be the death fish washed on the shore
With their cold eyes have catched a
Glimp - a glimp..
Of my forever lost village
Do I hear my ancestors call:
Oh beautiful and cruel lost,
Forever lost - dark medieval times
Drowned land of saeftinge -
Drowned land of saeftinge
Here once I could hear the bell toll,
Here once I
Had a life, my home was build...
Here one can hear the call of the sea
Oh my drowned land
Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge...
Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftinge
Forever lost, forever lost...


8. Shades Of Eternal Battlefields (Our Empire Fell)

Captured in this paradise of light
I can only feel lost
No grief, no pain
How to maintain
This world is no longer mine
A warlord I was, cities we took
A warlord I was, cities we took
Melancholy fills my heart
Why did I lose my youth
Brilliant my battles were
No journey too great
Parades in conquered streets
While our banners were flying high
True glory could be found
Inspired by the root of all evil
Memories of battles
Like gods of war we were
Like gods of war we were
We sat at satan's left hand
Peace came... oppressed instincts
Reign my land
This land is no longer mine
Now our paradise is lost...


9. Vae Victis

Hail to the Celtic tribes
Hail to my Ancestors
Hail to my Forefathers
Hail to the Germanic tribes

No one could conquer
No one could take our Land
When fighting us with same means
No one could see us

FALL FALL FALL!!!
FALL FALL FALL!!!

Hail my Celtic tribes
Hail to our (Germanic) ancestors
Way too many tribes
Tried to conquer us

Outnumbered Outnumbered
They did not despond - Molon lave

There was true glory
There was true pride
True pride

The darkness of the woods
Inspired our tribesmen
True cultural background

I'm not a child of this time
(Always) longing for those times
I'm not a child of this time

My ancestors, Hail to Thee!
My ancestors: FOREVER!!!
Their blood in my veins


10. Fallen Angel

Tired of obeying a God that always ruled like a tyrant
We decided to create our own kingdom
While being surrounded by creatures
Who pledged their allegiance eternally

We refused, we rejected
We decided to have our own empire
Not based on the Book of Lies
Forever we refuse the Kingdom of Light
Eternally...

Satan's Legions, None Will Ever See Them Fall...

[demon.of.the.fall]

Fatherland (1998)

1. Avondland



2. Mother Europe

Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation
The cradle of Europe where it all began
Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada
Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart
Representing medieval Flemish pride
Brave Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy shining armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever remains
Praised be the Scandinavian hordes
Once the nightmare of the Christian world

I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom

Children of Italia
In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one

Mother Europe born from your womb
Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb

I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume
Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb

(Hail to the sons of eastern Europe
the Slavonian soul never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream still lives on

Shall be my tomb!


3. Aris

Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)
Honoured be Thy deeds
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
(But forever Thy blood in my veins)

Gracious Spartan civilisation
Eternally blessed Thy war spirit
Surrounded by thousands of Persians
"Molon lave" a final proud statement
(None of thee survived
but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)

Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Sad the day of your sacrifice
An example to your Celt tribe
Dying in solitude
(But Thy soul) forever in my heart

Remember the moment Jerusalem fell
The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared
The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared

Aris! And Aris shone!
Mars! And Mars rose!

Geuzen der Lage Landen
Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam tot Den Briel
Helden der Calvinistische droom
Nachtmerrie der Spaans/Roomse overheerser
Voor eeuwig Uw bloed in onze aderen
Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Sad the day of your sacrifice

Hear me, ancient forefather Ambiorix
Honoured be Thy deeds
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
Forever Thy blood in my veins
Noble was your cause
Sad the day of your sacrifice
An example to our tribe


4. Fatherland

When the restless North Sea is
trying to gain more land
And a merciless west wind
steals my breath
When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches
Plain as an endless desert

Or uttermost vile storms are
Teaching my people humbleness
Then one can see my land resist
There one can see my land fight
As gloomy grey skies
Cast away the northern sun

I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home

And our cities and villages
Representing centuries and centuries
Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall
Or the rivers turn into Gold

I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home

Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!

Our cities seem to drown
Due to eternal rainfall
I watch the rivers
Turn into Gold
Under a genial sun
When snow capped forests
Create visions larger than life
Then I realise where I belong
My eyes have seen the continents
The beauty of foreign civilisations

An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander
Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering
The splendour being mine (make me turn home)
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
And father time seems to have less grip
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
There my land can be found

I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home

Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!


5. Season's Change (Solstice)

Torches to guide the way
To walk the misty paths
The forest seems like a shelter
On this cold winter night

A huge fire is reflecting shadows
Of youth and old age
As the open place is reached
And the elderly take their seats

This is the night of the season's change
And a new fire shall be lit
A silent moment to remember the deceased
(The way our ancestors did)

Season's change
Season's change

Traditional music containing the soul of a people
On this cold winter night
Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient
As if the son of God never arrived

Memories subconsciously always present
Vague visions of past centuries

This is the night! When season's change
This is the night! When season's change

The trees seem to whisper their names
The wind is full of a thousand voices
As if summoned from the past
Though no words are needed
A tribe will never die!

Memories subconsciously always present
Vague visions of past centuries
Appearing in the mind
Images of times we may have never lived
Yet oh so present, so divine!

This is the night when season's change


6. 13th Of October 1307

The cause of the Templar's order
Was beyond religion
So brilliant their splendour
So wealthy their order

Channeling all esoteric knowledge
Into one universal thought
Innovating rituals behind closed doors
Occult traditions as well hidden secrets
Intelligence the reason of their rise
(Intelligence the reason of their fall)

13th of October

Grandmaster Jacques De Molay
Burned at the stake at "Ile de la Cité"
A curse accompanying his last breath
Within the year his enemies dead!
Cultivating ideals so serene
Created by minds far supreme


7. Dying In A Moment Of Splendour (Echoes Of Melancholy)

Ich umarme die Finsternis
Seit dem Tag an dem meine Reise began
Always embraced the Dark
Since the day my journey began

With length of time
We gain a step in knowledge
With length of time
A step closer to Death

(However)

J'ai plus de souveniers que si j'avais mille ans
I have gathered as many memories
As if I have lived a thousand years

Only choice left
Is to die in a moment of splendour
Ultimate this experience shall be
Echoes of melancholy
Are haunting my dreams

Dying in a moment of splendour

Echoes of melancholy
Are haunting my dreams
Waiting this inevitable event
Of ultimate splendour
The time when Death shall arrive
As a welcome companion

Although immortality it is I always craved
But so tragic yet divine it must be
When ending in beauty
As there is nothing grander left
To reach out for
While a larger than life experience
Is achieved

Ich umarme die Finsternis
Seit dem Tag an dem meine Reise began
Always embraced the Dark
Since the day my journey began
With length of time
We gain a step in knowledge
With length of time
A step closer to Death

J'ai plus de souveniers que si j'avais mille ans


8. Rise And Fall (Anno Satana)

Noble Caesar, forgive me
But I was the knife ending Thy ambition
Yet I held Thy standard proudly
As Thy legions burned the world

Oh gorgeous Minoan empire
Blessed were Thy art and culture
Earthquakes undermined Thy glory
Then I led hostile forces into Thy land

[Chorus:]
I am the desires most profane
The pestilence cursing thousands
I am the burned village
Decimating diseases without a name

Anno Satana!
Anno Satana!

Rise, rise, rise and fall!
Rise, rise, rise and fall!

Dear Robbespierre, hail to Thy revolution
Which turned into an endless execution
(So sweet Thy blood must have tasted
in the hour of Thy own execution)

Rise, rise, rise and fall!
Rise, rise, rise and fall!

Anno Satana!
Anno Satana!

Clever, mad Rasputin
No intrigue too grand
A pleasure it was watching you rise
But the delight so overwhelming
As I witnessed your fall

Throughout history my misanthropy
Always has been grander than thine


9. The Seducer (Fallen Angel)

Hail to the Seducer

[M:] Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant
[G:] You create your own kingdom
[M:] Surrounded by creatures who pledge their allegiance
[G:] Satan's legions none will ever see them fall

Hail to you... Death!
Hail to you... Kuolema!

[M:] Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant
[G:] You create your own kingdom
[M:] Surrounded by creatures who pledge their allegiance
[G:] Lord Lucifer Your kingdom will come

Hail to you... Death!
Hail to you... Kuolema!

Fallen Angel, Fallen Angel!!!

[G:] Legions march to storm the gates of Heaven
Legions march to storm the gates of Heaven
Our kingdom will come

Fallen Angel!

Your kingdom will come!


10. Cain

I live to die
How can my father turn to a God
Who creates everything to die?
I feel deceived, rejected...
How can one pray?
All so useless, senseless, cruel...
Then I prefer to turn away
Then I prefer to turn away
From your God who can't be mine
Who can't be mine...

[demon.of.the.fall]

Dim Carcosa (2001)


1. The Return

No house stood there but straight
Its walls must crack
In full mid-day
The darkness was so grand
And no light was in the land...

Fatherland


2. Exile (Les Litanies de Satan)

O Satan, prends pitié de ma longe misère !

Oh Thou, the most savage of angels
God only judges mild
Those who chant songs to his praise
Oh Prince of exile...

To whom in every tale done wrong
(but who) after defeat, always redresses more strong

Like a patron saint of
Heavens rejected souls
Distinctively closer to
Humanity Thou art
Connected to
Mother earth more profound

Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side
Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night

Exile, exile!!!!!

Wandering in Thy wastelands
Far away from the heavenly autocrat
Close to Thee I chose to repose
Liberated from God's wrath
Exile!!!

A temple raised for the ones like us
With plentiful room for science
A shelter for creative minds
To dream away in silence...

Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side
Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night


3. Victory or Valhalla (Last Man Standing)

Last man standing
Last man standing

Victory! Last man standing!
Valhalla!! Last man standing!

Shattered and mortally wounded
On the battlefield they lay
Farewell my fellow companions
Thy souls have gone away

(we shall not behold the green fields nor hear the birds sing in may
to defend we have fought and won though with our life we paid)

Victory or Valhalla
Must again be the rallying cry
Ancient pride restored
Let the ancient banners fly high

Broken hilt in my hands
I saw my last break of day
Here and now we found our graves
Our bodies vultures prey
If our folk ever doubts
Or their souls have gone astray

Then lead the way to this place
Where our bones still lay
Stand strong with clenched fists
Withstand with all thy might

Stand strong with clenched fists
Until they are silenced right
Let the glory shine on thee
Lift thy ancient legacy... into light!
Lift thy legacy into light, so their spirits will
Shine on bright... shine bright!
Stand strong with clenched fists
Withstand with all thy might
Stand strong with clenched fists
Until they are silenced... right!!!

Victory or Valhalla must be
Again the rallying cry
Ancient pride restored
Let the ancient banners fly high

When the cause is noble and justice at thy side
To hold what is thine and the fight is right

Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!
Last man standing!
Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!
Last man standing!


4. ...and The Horns called for War

And the horn called for war!

The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout
Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds
Left of five score are not two thousand now
No man on earth has more nor better found
In chronicles of Franks is written down
What vassalage he had, our Emperor
(Charlemagne)

And the horns...called for war!

Marvelous in the battle now and grand
The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand
Then had you seen sorrowing of clans
So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man!

Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs!
The Saracens cannot withstand the attack!

And the horns.. called for war
And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!

No house stood there but straight
Its walls must crack
In full mid-day
The darkness was so grand
And no light was in the land

And many said, We in the judgement stand
The end of time is presently at hand
They spoke no truth, they did not understand
‘t was the great day of mourning for Roliant

And the horns.. called for war
And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!

Marvelous in the battle now and grand
The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand
Then had you seen sorrowing of clans
So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man!
Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs!
The Saracens cannot withstand the attack!

And the horns.. called for war!!!


5. North Sea

Once there sailed the North Sea
The North Sea wide and cold
A ship heavily loaded
With the world's most precious gold

The enemy ship was floating
To steal our precious gold
Floating on the North Sea
Our North Sea wide and cold
Our youngest comrade, the bravest of us all
Volunteered to sink the boat loaded with gold

He jumped into the North Sea
Our North Sea, wide and cold

Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold
With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole
Down! Down! And down! Down went the boat!!
Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold
With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole
Down! Down went the boat!!!

North Sea! Swallowed by the waves
North Sea! They found their seaman's grave!
North Sea! Swallowed by the waves
North Sea! They found their seaman's grave!

But not before a hostile archer
Had aimed at our youngest friend
Who got hit in the chest and also down he went
We pulled him onto deck
And on our deck he died
A seaman's grave became his part
The message (delivered) to his bride

Our youngest comrade
In his young pride
Now he embraced the North Sea
The North Sea as his bride!

North Sea! Our comrade young and brave
North Sea! Down in a seaman's grave
North Sea! Our comrade young and brave
North Sea! Down in his seaman's grave


6. Götterdämmerung (Twilight of the Gods)

Wir sind Götter (We are gods)
Gott ist der Mensch (god is man)
Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes)
Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds)

Götterdämmerung!

We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!

As I behold your crucified lord
It is pity I feel not a sign of purification
And yet it are millions taught by his word

Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!
(the twilight has come)
Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!

A universal message of love
Lessons for the world to be clear
But I sense megalomania in his word
Dogmatic, based on fear

Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!
Die Götterdämmerung ist hier!

Like the word taught in that other book
By some other prophet born in the East
Screaming ‘jihad!!’ Lifes they took
On the non believers corpses they feast

Not that Jahweh offered the other cheek
As he so firmly told his followers to do
Too many sacrifices in His name
Far too many lies not to look through

And here I stand alone in the night
No god or master above me
Do I suffer from this lack of divinity

Faith, my dear friend, can be splendid indeed
A force to hold on when the feeble soul bleeds
Religion served to the masses
Might be a dangerous seed
Forced down your throat
The last thing a free man needs

I walk a lonely path
Am I so blind to see?
At least I can say my soul is free
And my only god is me...

We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!
We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!


7. (Ode to Ancient) Europa

(from Gallia to Germania)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Roma to Brittania)
I still hear the ancient battlecry

The great old European heroes, the proud old European names
Like snow now melted for sunlight, today their lustre gleams

Gone are the great old empires, the proud old names are low
That shed a glory over the ancient world, a thou sand years ago
But wandering the medieval cities beholding our ancient lands
Albion, Saxonia, land of Franks constructed by our ancestor's hands

(from Erin to Caledonia)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Ellada to Helvetia)
I still hear the ancient battlecry

(from Lusitania to Hispania)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Mycenae to Macedonia)
I still hear the ancient battlecry

In the country of our fathers on the land and sea
Can you hear a million voices? Thy forefathers summoning thee!
Summoning thee!

Many centuries ago, beyond the hazy space
In Brittany, Eire and Caledonia there dwelt a mighty race
Celts they were called, like their holy oaks, they had a giant grace

(fierce was the Byzantine empire
Spread over the Balkans, Asia, Minor and Greece
Combining eastern and western tradition
A gateway to the East)

Slavonian kingdoms, empires and tribes
Defending their ancient lands and rights
From invading hordes from the East
Thousands slaughtered (fair) men and beast

(from Byzantium to Phoenicia)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Etruria to Cymru)
I still hear the ancient battlecry!!


8. Remembrance

[Instrumental]


9. Lindisfarne (Anno 793)

All heaven and earth were still
As if God's paradise never lost
None could foresee the silent (approaching) chill
(in the shape of raging heathens)
Through Durham monks experienced at high cost
Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack
No shrine left untouched, sacred loot on their back

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!
Lindisfarne, down in flames!
Lindisfarne, Odin rides!
Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Martyrs made Christians fallen in this Pagan attack
No relic left untouched
Hear the sound of the Norsemans laughter
Behold their rise, sacred loot on their back
Saint Cuthbert lowering the head
The head for Odins sons

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!
Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Odin.... rides over the Nordland again
Odin.... rides over the Nordland again!

Desecration of the holy island!

All heaven and earth were still
As if God's paradise never lost
Through Durham monks experienced at high cost

Lindisfarne, down, down in flames!

Saint Cuthbert lowering the head
The head for Odins sons
As for now the heathen still prevails
Pagan warriors mocking God
Witness their fury, hear the victory hails
Hear the victory hails!!!

Lindisfarne, Odin rides!
Lindisfarne, down in flames!
Lindisfarne, Odin rides!
Lindisfarne, down in flames!

Lindisfarne, down, down in flames!


10. On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen)

We ask not the pleasure that riches supply
Our weapons shall regain
What betrayers must buy
Throwing back the invaders
Reigning our land and waves
And finally teach these nobles
What it means to be slaves

Far more large in numbers
Better armed they came
But are it not our cities
That these rascals claimed?
A victory rather certain
They held within their hands
But courage, craft and justice
Gave us a stronger hand

Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
But under foreign rule
Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
We shall suffer no more

We shall suffer no more!

“Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen”

Oh, land of the Flanders
From field to shore
Shall view us as victors

Oh, land of the Flanders
From field to shore
Shall view us as victors
Or view us no more!

For victory was ours against all odds
Truly a miracle in a world without gods

Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
But under foreign rule
Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
We shall suffer no more

We shall suffer no more!

(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my
ears. And the troubadour sings:)

“Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen”

En de leeuwen dansen…


11. Dim Carcosa

Black stars shine on the ancient fortified town
The sun invisible or since long down?
Over the dismal landscape

Above Carcosa
No sound, only the wind sighed
Behind mysterious moons, strange towers hide
But even more sitant is

Lost Carcosa

Tales that the Hades will sing
Vague stories of a yellow king
Must die untold in

Strange Carcosa

Mysteries hidden by lake Hali’s nebulous depths
A presence of bizarre beauty and dread
Remains unrevealed

In Carcosa

Above the desert high
Twin suns circle the sky
Nevertheless dim still

Is Carcosa

My voice turns weak, lost is my mind
I see, but I am blind
And no sign of life in

Dim Carcosa

[demon.of.the.fall]

And The Hordes Stood As One (2003)


1. The Return

No house stood there but straight
Its walls must crack
In full mid-day
The darkness was so grand
And no light was in the land...

Fatherland


2. Exile (Les Litanies De Satan)

O Satan, prends piti© de ma longe mis¨re !

Oh Thou, the most savage of angels
God only judges mild
Those who chant songs to his praise
Oh Prince of exile...

To whom in every tale done wrong
(but who) after defeat, always redresses more strong

Like a patron saint of
Heavens rejected souls
Distinctively closer to
Humanity Thou art
Connected to
Mother earth more profound

Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side
Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night

Exile, exile!!!!!

Wandering in Thy wastelands
Far away from the heavenly autocrat
Close to Thee I chose to repose
Liberated from God's wrath
Exile!!!

A temple raised for the ones like us
With plentiful room for science
A shelter for creative minds
To dream away in silence...

Oh Thou fallen angel of gloom, joyfully I join thy side
Even if this means eternal fire, I embrace thy kingdom of night


3. Victory Or Valhalla (Last Man Standing)

Last man standing
Last man standing

Victory! Last man standing!
Valhalla!! Last man standing!

Shattered and mortally wounded
On the battlefield they lay
Farewell my fellow companions
Thy souls have gone away

(we shall not behold the green fields nor hear the birds sing
in may
to defend we have fought and won though with our life we paid)

Victory or Valhalla
Must again be the rallying cry
Ancient pride restored
Let the ancient banners fly high

Broken hilt in my hands
I saw my last break of day
Here and now we found our graves
Our bodies vultures prey
If our folk ever doubts
Or their souls have gone astray

Then lead the way to this place
Where our bones still lay
Stand strong with clenched fists
Withstand with all thy might

Stand strong with clenched fists
Until they are silenced right
Let the glory shine on thee
Lift thy ancient legacy... into light!
Lift thy legacy into light, so their spirits will
Shine on bright... shine bright!
Stand strong with clenched fists
Withstand with all thy might
Stand strong with clenched fists
Until they are silenced... right!!!

Victory or Valhalla must be
Again the rallying cry
Ancient pride restored
Let the ancient banners fly high

When the cause is noble and justice at thy side
To hold what is thine and the fight is right

Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!
Last man standing!
Victory! Last man standing! Valhalla!
Last man standing!


4. Total Misanthropia

Hate!
Take the blood, take the blood
Of my enemies
Total hate
I want them to die
Total misantropia
Who needs weak flesh or family
Total misantropia
Say whatever you want
Meant for me to hear
Hate is the only thing I feel
Destruction follows everywhere
Total misantropia
Hate!
I don't need this love
War!
Bloodshed
War!
Hate!
War!
Bloodshed eternally
I don't understand (love)
I don't want your love
Only Darkness and Hate!
Total misantropia!
If I had only more time (to)
Kill! Slaughter! Destroy!
The beauty of the pain
Destruction of the human race


5. Aris

Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix)
Honoured be Thy deeds
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
(But forever Thy blood in my veins)

Gracious Spartan civilisation
Eternally blessed Thy war spirit
Surrounded by thousands of Persians
"Molon lave" a final proud statement
(None of thee survived
but Thy Hellenic glory is everlasting)

Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Sad the day of your sacrifice
An example to your Celt tribe
Dying in solitude
(But Thy soul) forever in my heart

Remember the moment Jerusalem fell
The shrieks of the conquered, the conqueror's yell
The roofs that we fired, and the plunder we shared
The wealthy we slaughtered, the lovely we spared

Aris! And Aris shone!
Mars! And Mars rose!

Geuzen der Lage Landen
Van Antwerpen, Amsterdam tot Den Briel
Helden der Calvinistische droom
Nachtmerrie der Spaans/Roomse overheerser
Voor eeuwig Uw bloed in onze aderen
Noble was your cause, brave Vercingetorix
Sad the day of your sacrifice

Hear me, ancient forefather Ambiorix
Honoured be Thy deeds
Leading our tribes against the aggressor
Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won
Forever Thy blood in my veins
Noble was your cause
Sad the day of your sacrifice
An example to our tribe


6. ...And The Horns Called For War

And the horn called for war!

The Franks strike on, their hearts are good and stout
Moors are slain, a thousandfold, in crowds
Left of five score are not two thousand now
No man on earth has more nor better found
In chronicles of Franks is written down
What vassalage he had, our Emperor
(Charlemagne)

And the horns...called for war!

Marvelous in the battle now and grand
The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand
Then had you seen sorrowing of clans
So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man!

Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs!
The Saracens cannot withstand the attack!

And the horns.. called for war
And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!

No house stood there but straight
Its walls must crack
In full mid-day
The darkness was so grand
And no light was in the land

And many said, We in the judgement stand
The end of time is presently at hand
They spoke no truth, they did not understand
't was the great day of mourning for Roliant

And the horns.. called for war
And the horns... called for war!!!!!!!!

Marvelous in the battle now and grand
The Franks here strike, their good brown spears in hand
Then had you seen sorrowing of clans
So many a slain, shattered and bleeding man!
Biting the earth, or piled here on their backs!
The Saracens cannot withstand the attack!

And the horns.. called for war!!!


7. North Sea

Once there sailed the North Sea
The North Sea wide and cold
A ship heavily loaded
With the world's most precious gold

The enemy ship was floating
To steal our precious gold
Floating on the North Sea
Our North Sea wide and cold
Our youngest comrade, the bravest of us all
Volunteered to sink the boat loaded with gold

He jumped into the North Sea
Our North Sea, wide and cold

Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold
With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole
Down! Down! And down! Down went the boat!!
Our valiant friend, approached the ship's hold
With his fairest knife he gouged out a hole
Down! Down went the boat!!!

North Sea! Swallowed by the waves
North Sea! They found their seaman's grave!
North Sea! Swallowed by the waves
North Sea! They found their seaman's grave!

But not before a hostile archer
Had aimed at our youngest friend
Who got hit in the chest and also down he went
We pulled him onto deck
And on our deck he died
A seaman's grave became his part
The message (delivered) to his bride

Our youngest comrade
In his young pride
Now he embraced the North Sea
The North Sea as his bride!

North Sea! Our comrade young and brave
North Sea! Down in a seaman's grave
North Sea! Our comrade young and brave
North Sea! Down in his seaman's grave


8. Blood Of Christ

One last look to the sky
Again my end is near
Declared 'criminal of war'
This is my final hour (Execution,
The end)... But the start of my dream
The start of my dream
Reborn I will be, forever I will hunt!
As a traveller throughout time
Reborn I will be
Forever I will hunt, forever I will be
As a traveller throughout time
The spear that tortured christ was mine!
Oh eva! Hold me once more, bite the apple
Who needs this paradise,
Who needs this paradise?!
I inspired nero to put rome into flames
A lieutenant I was, when napoleon
Set the world on fire!
Oh beautiful sight, mohammed being poisoned...
Bible or koran: Pathetic book of lies!
(We always lost a battle, eternally we
Won a war!!!)
The blood of god on my skin
The blood of allah on my hands
Porco dio! Porco dio!
Porco dio! Porco dio!
Fìr immer! Voor altijd! Ainia!
Blasfemia eternal!!!!


9. Longing For The Ancient Kingdom

Longing for the Ancient Kingdom
Darkness still awaits
Searching for the Ancient Wisdom
Let Fear reign once again!

Evil calling

Evil calling
Evil calling
The way of the psychopath

Spill the blood!


10. Gætterd¤mmerung (Twilight of the Gods)

Wir sind Gætter (We are gods)
Gott ist der Mensch (god is man)
Sein ist die Hand die schaft (his is the hand that makes)
Sein ist die Hand die verletzt (his is the hand that wounds)

Gætterd¤mmerung!

We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!

As I behold your crucified lord
It is pity I feel not a sign of purification
And yet it are millions taught by his word

Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier!
(the twilight has come)
Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier!

A universal message of love
Lessons for the world to be clear
But I sense megalomania in his word
Dogmatic, based on fear

Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier!
Die Gætterd¤mmerung ist hier!

Like the word taught in that other book
By some other prophet born in the East
Screaming 'jihad!!' Lifes they took
On the non believers corpses they feast

Not that Jahweh offered the other cheek
As he so firmly told his followers to do
Too many sacrifices in His name
Far too many lies not to look through

And here I stand alone in the night
No god or master above me
Do I suffer from this lack of divinity

Faith, my dear friend, can be splendid indeed
A force to hold on when the feeble soul bleeds
Religion served to the masses
Might be a dangerous seed
Forced down your throat
The last thing a free man needs

I walk a lonely path
Am I so blind to see?
At least I can say my soul is free
And my only god is me...

We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!
We are gods, God is man
His is the hand that makes, his is the hand that wounds!


11. Ode To Ancient Europa

(from Gallia to Germania)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Roma to Brittania)
I still hear the ancient battlecry

The great old European heroes, the proud old European names
Like snow now melted for sunlight, today their lustre gleams

Gone are the great old empires, the proud old names are low
That shed a glory over the ancient world, a thou sand years ago
But wandering the medieval cities beholding our ancient lands
Albion, Saxonia, land of Franks constructed by our ancestor's
hands

(from Erin to Caledonia)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Ellada to Helvetia)
I still hear the ancient battlecry

(from Lusitania to Hispania)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Mycenae to Macedonia)
I still hear the ancient battlecry

In the country of our fathers on the land and sea
Can you hear a million voices? Thy forefathers summoning thee!
Summoning thee!

Many centuries ago, beyond the hazy space
In Brittany, Eire and Caledonia there dwelt a mighty race
Celts they were called, like their holy oaks, they had a giant
grace

(fierce was the Byzantine empire
Spread over the Balkans, Asia, Minor and Greece
Combining eastern and western tradition
A gateway to the East)

Slavonian kingdoms, empires and tribes
Defending their ancient lands and rights
From invading hordes from the East
Thousands slaughtered (fair) men and beast

(from Byzantium to Phoenicia)
I still hear the ancient warcry
(Etruria to Cymru)
I still hear the ancient battlecry!!


12. (Het Verdronken Land Van) Saeftinge

Here one can hear the call of the sea
While a deadwhite moonlight
Is creating the ultimate unlight
Or at night, or at night...
O sad and beautiful night
Full of melancholy
When the silent dark waters
Are inviting the lonely souls
Of mounting lost ones... like me
Of mounting lost ones... like me
Here once I could hear the bell toll
Here once I led a life
My home was build... before the cruel
Water came
May be the death fish washed on the shore
With their cold eyes have catched a
Glimp - a glimp..
Of my forever lost village
Do I hear my ancestors call:
Oh beautiful and cruel lost,
Forever lost - dark medieval times
Drowned land of saeftinge -
Drowned land of saeftinge
Here once I could hear the bell toll,
Here once I
Had a life, my home was build...
Here one can hear the call of the sea
Oh my drowned land
Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge...
Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftinge
Forever lost, forever lost...


13. On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen)

We ask not the pleasure that riches supply
Our weapons shall regain
What betrayers must buy
Throwing back the invaders
Reigning our land and waves
And finally teach these nobles
What it means to be slaves

Far more large in numbers
Better armed they came
But are it not our cities
That these rascals claimed?
A victory rather certain
They held within their hands
But courage, craft and justice
Gave us a stronger hand

Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
But under foreign rule
Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
We shall suffer no more

We shall suffer no more!

"Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
Daar 't winnen of daar 't sterven zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen"

Oh, land of the Flanders
From field to shore
Shall view us as victors

Oh, land of the Flanders
From field to shore
Shall view us as victors
Or view us no more!

For victory was ours against all odds
Truly a miracle in a world without gods

Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
But under foreign rule
Bloodstained flags
Hear our men roar
We shall suffer no more

We shall suffer no more!

(I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and
dust teaches my ears. And the troubadour sings:)

"Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal
Daar 't winnen of daar 't sterven zal
Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen
De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen"

En de leeuwen dansen...


14. Mother Europe

Oh remember the proud Hellenic civilisation
The cradle of Europe where it all began
Or the Portuguese and Spanish Armada
Overwhelming Thy power, a tribute to the south

Bruges, Antwerp, Ghent forever in my heart
Representing medieval Flemish pride
Brave Teutonic, French and English knights
Thy shining armour now long vanished
Thy glory, however, forever remains
Praised be the Scandinavian hordes
Once the nightmare of the Christian world

I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom

Children of Italia
In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi"
De Verenigde Nederlanden, parel van het noorden
Belgium and The Netherlands stood as one

Mother Europe born from your womb
Mother Europe on Your soil shall be my tomb

I talk of not of mercy
I talk not of fear
The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom
Oh what that gallant spirit shall resume
Leap from Europe's bank and call Thee from the tomb

(Hail to the sons of eastern Europe
the Slavonian soul never fades)
Blessed are Scotland, Ireland and Bretagne
Where the Celtic dream still lives on

Shall be my tomb!


15. Evil Prevails

Descend into Darkness
Evil prevails
Show me the way
Storm the Gates of Heaven
MASTER!
Lucifer...
You're the one
Descend into Darkness
Evil prevails
Left Hand Path
Master...of...Evil
SATAN!
Thy Kingdom come
Spit on the cross
Denial of Mary
Mother of Whores
MASTER
Infernal...
Kill the priest
Crush the priest
Drink his blood
Rites of the Black Book
Loyal
Denial of holy souls
Master


16. Fatherland

When the restless North Sea is
trying to gain more land
And a merciless west wind
steals my breath
When the fierce waves are pounding on the beaches
Plain as an endless desert

Or uttermost vile storms are
Teaching my people humbleness
Then one can see my land resist
There one can see my land fight
As gloomy grey skies
Cast away the northern sun

I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home

And our cities and villages
Representing centuries and centuries
Seem to drown due to eternal rainfall
Or the rivers turn into Gold

I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home

Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!

Our cities seem to drown
Due to eternal rainfall
I watch the rivers
Turn into Gold
Under a genial sun
When snow capped forests
Create visions larger than life
Then I realise where I belong
My eyes have seen the continents
The beauty of foreign civilisations

An uncontrollable desire forces me to wander
Yet echoes of melancholy and remembering
The splendour being mine (make me turn home)
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
And father time seems to have less grip
Where castles and towers are the sole mountains
There my land can be found

I turn home.... Always turn home
I turn home.... Always turn home

Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Keep on coming to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!
Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland!

[demon.of.the.fall]

Rubicon (2006)


1. Crusade

[Instrumental]


2. Templar

Clad in armour, strong of will
Eye for an eye, kill for a kill

"Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it"
Cross and half moon in total war
"Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it"
No quarter given, life evened the score
"Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it"
Moving into the holy land
"Allah Ahkbar", "God wills it"
Empires clashing in desert sand

Jerusalem a city lit
Did God demand? Did God forbid?

Pilgrims slaughtered by Saracen band
Saracens slaughtered by Christian hand
Templar Van Ruddervoorde in command
Templars' grandmaster of the Flemish land

Battling Saladin, knight of the moon
At the siege of Acre meeting his doom
Outnumbered he fell, in a far away land
The templars' life took an end

Azure eyed and golden haired
Forth the knights templar fared
While above troops devoted
Heraldic banners floated


3. Mithras

Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall!
'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all'

Mithras, God of the morning, our trumpets waken the wall!
'Rome is above nations, but thou art over all'
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strenght for the day!

Mithras, God of the sunset, low on the western main,
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again!
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn
Mithras also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!

Many roads thou has fashioned: all of them lead to the light,
Mithras, the soul of a soldier, teach us to die aright.

Mithras! Mithras!

Mithras, god of midnight, here were the great bull dies,
Look on thy childern in darkness, oh take our sacrifice!

Mithras, God of the noontide, the heather swims in the heat,
Our helmets scorch our foreheads; our sandals burn our feet,
Now in the ungrit hour; now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras also a soldier, keep us true to our vows!

Mithras, God of midnight, here where the great bull dies,
Look on thy childern in darkness, oh take our sacrifice!

Many roads thou has fashioned: all of them lead to the light,
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright.

Mithras! Mithras! Mithras! Mithras!


4. Thermopylae

Sons of Laconia, under Lycurgian law
300 noblemen, ancient world in awe
Facing Xerxes might, no hope for victory
Still Persian blood coloured the Aegian Sea

Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.

Lacedaemon's mothers gave birth to men,
Withstanding thousends again and again
None will behold the Eurotas Valley no more
This sacrifice needed to silence Persia's roar

No matter how fierce the spirit or mind
Blades striking, the kings' heart declined
Round he spun, and down he fell
No scream, no word, no cowardice yell

Symbolic sacrifice, all for the Hellenic land
Spartan codes of honour and inspiring guiding hand

No Spartiate soul left alive to tell
How bravely they fought, by treason they fell
Not a stone on their turf, nor a bone in their graves
They live on in history that immortally saves

Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by,
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie


5. Rubicon

Sieh das Morgenrot im Osten!
Die Welt ist ein Feuer!
Sieh das Morgenrot im Osten!
Befreit ihre Seele

(Behold the red dawn in the east!
The world is a fire!
Behold the red dawn in the east!
Liberate thy soul)

If Caesar crossed the Rubicon, so can thee
Rise like a Phoenix, conquer land and see
By will, Alexander emperor before thirty three
Set thy goals, let thy fierce spirit float free

History written by wolves, not written by sheep
No glory in hiding, no splendour in sleep
Victory or Valhalla might be thy fate
It does matter not, willpower one should rate
History written by wolves, not written by sheep
No glory in hiding, no splendour in sleep
Rise and fall, but above all rise again
Abolish past pains, thrown down thy chain

Let each of thee amid the fires
Search thy own willpower and desires
Dwell this earth like a wolf with hunger
Strengthen thy inner self and wander

Follow a path that made Pilate's laurel
Learn of a wolf packs much feared howl
Might is right when legions gather here
Cast out weakness, cast out fear


6. Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

Invictus! Invictus!
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Invictus!
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Invictus!
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

It matters not how strait the gate,
I am the master of my fate

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.


7. Ypres

On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost
Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post

Celebration in the city of Ypres, again a new year was born
Not on this place of eternal silence, where quietly souls mourn
For time did not matter on this site, of the graveless dead
Near the leafless trees, we somehow met

On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost
Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post

Born in different times, we never knew each other,
Born in different times, we never even met
But on this night when the world celebrates, believe met:
But on this night when the world celebrates, I regret your dead

On this site of reflection, you came to me as a ghost
Near this monument of the fallen, where one hears the sad last post
Thousands of names engraved, poor souls fate did not spare
The night was cold, the wind unkind, still wondering what brought me there

Born in different times, we never even met
But on this night when the world celebrates believe me: I regret your dead

Tragic appearance, your uniform torn, your skin full of dirt
We did not speak, nor laugh or cry, did not utter a single word

We kept an honourable distance, borders of time cannot be crossed
As ther is between the living, who hold on to live at any cost
And the dead, whose lifes and dreams along with their bodies lost
Here you appear, probably a trick of the mind that I might have lost


8. Galilean

A saviour that failed to save, preaching lack of will
A cave for a grave, midst convicts on Golgotha's Hill
The coming of a messenger, promises of a holy land
Dating back to Pagan days, another son heaven send

Crucified Nazarene thou did not bring the light
Poisened Mohammed where is your garden of delight?
Prophets of Christians and Muselmen, prophets of Hebrews
Turn man into lamb, an obeying flock to use
Crucified Nazarene thou did not bring the light
Poisened Mohammed where is your garden of delight?
Holy books cleverly written but by the hand of men
Beware of Gods' messengers and their enslaving pen

Guiding lines indeed required or else civilization fails
Yet pilate the one condemned in mythical religious tales
The worlds most known legends, but no historical facts
Devoted mass hysteria, although still evidence lacks

Each character in the books of faith an own epic part to play
But without Judas no martyr Jesus and did Mohammed not slay?
Hail to the lions, hail to the Romans, representing reality
Jehovah's or Allah's' chosen ones do not appeal to me

Galilean!


9. Cheruscan

Chill the air, although only september
Silent the woods as in deep slumber
Here in Germania, slain by Cheruscan hand
The glory of Rome has come to an end

Gaul on its knees, under Jupiters reign
This side of the Rhine, still Wodon's domain
For noble Arminius is Germanic again
Romes' mighty eagle received with disdain

Altars erected where three legions stood
None escaped oblivion, silent the Teutoburg wood
Scattered bodies all over, captured standards as a sign
Heads nailed to the trees, symbols of decline

Germania!

Midst the battle the governor fell
Fell by his very own hand
Romans took their last desperate stand

"Future emperor Tiberius, do not cross the Rhine
On this natural border Rome should draw its line"
Symbol of preservation, of Germania's freedom
Saved the untamed land of the Northern Heathen

Emperor Augustus by his loss driven to despair:
"Give me back my legions! Oh Varus, I do declare!"


10. Barbantia

Bravery displayed by each side
None seeked shelter, none did hide
Their faces directed towards foe
Causing wounds with every blow

Neither then or before
Was heard of such a man
The duke of Brabant brave in war
Chivalry still treasured then

Een standaard van goud en zwart
Schitterend in de namiddagzon
Men streed met leeuwenhart
Bij Woeringen waar de hertog won

A bannar of black and gold
Rising above the battlefield
For friend and foe to behold
At Woeringen their fate was sealed

"All of thee stay at my side,
Don't withdraw, cover my flanks
Frontal assaults I will fight
But kill me if I break our ranks"
Noch doen, noch eer en wert vernomen
Riddere en geen, noch oec gesien,

Soe condichlike ten wige wert tien,
Alse die hertoge, alse die hertoge

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