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Caesum Sphagno
05:00
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Eagles cast in gold and iron soar
And taunt the sky
As legions march to war
A snowbound pines dance
To baying hounds
From ancient mounds
Hacking skinning stripping
Cold
Eagles dragged to earth
Trampled under hoof
A thousand pyres snuffed out
Suffocate
The forest's breathing stills
Eyeless helms stare from out the bog
Dank solitude
Rank sacrifice
Peatmossed sealed lips
By will o the wisps
Dead flesh that never rots
Tombed Imperial Glory
Living Relief Macabre
To guard the boiling cauldron of an ashen-shrouded dog-faced god
And eagles bound in briars drown and choke on sacred mire
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2. |
Fury of the Norsemen
09:26
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Long this man has stood
While gazing towards the north
Stirring bitter seas with frozen hands
And as the gloaming fog
Surrounds
He faces once again
Dusk... waves
They drift out of the mist... his kin
They swim away again
Swim away again
Long this crumbling wall has stood above him
Glowing home and hearth now silent - cold
Work of giants falls
That which outlasts kings
Collapses underneath its weight at last
Rapt in rubble and rock
He can see these halls were bright
Ghosts of a hundred songs
Swallowed forever in a raven’s maw
Echoes fade
As kinsman swim away
(Far away)
Weep the wyrd of the wall - alone
With none to heed
But silent seas
Frozen by the northern breeze
Cold
Crumbling under the moon...
A giant's mead hall - a mortal's tomb
"Here wealth is lost - dust
here friends are lost - dust
here
Here man is dust"
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3. |
Empire Without End
10:04
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My visage gazes out from pediments
upon subjects from a thousand tribes
My hand commands the earth
I bid the grain to grow, or else to die
a thousand more tribes gather in the dark
Frenzied clawing nobles suck the pigment from his hem
Lamiae with purpled lips drowning in the waters of the Styx
Feeble voices chorusing in theocratic chant
Drown in rising tides of pipes of bone that hold their souls
Transfixed
By the rising of the moon
While the ancient city swoons
As the gleaming of her golden domes
Grows wan and cold
Like sagging breasts held up by flaking bones
Throned in the temple of the Son
All Gods are one... in I
So why
Why do I fear the setting sun?
Sing
Oh Muse
Of Empire Without End
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4. |
Mythos
10:39
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Host of black Pandora
Swarms across the earth
No chest to close
No prayers intoned
To stem the tide of endless
Death with no rebirth
Behold the priest
Prostrate to God
Behold the slave
Open the throat of the lamb
Hear the king
Crying to Mammon
Watch as they die
Butchered like swine on the sword
Long they endured
Clutching the cross
Long they endured
Sucking the the tits of the wolf
All the while
Steel was sharpened
Stars cannot stop
Monsters with faces of men
Fires of iconoclasm consume
All your treasures
Unto the roots of this world..
Scorch the home of the gods
Abandon all hope for your heroes and
All your prophets
Trust in the sword at your side
Fall upon the blade
There is no martyrdom when there is nothing to save
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