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* | Key to Oblivion (B-Side) |
* | Nocturnal Command (B-Side) |
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Night marauders lay waste to the land
Honorless battle, consuming the dead
Collecting bodies to consume
Keep the engine burning hot, apocalyptic war machine
Needs fuel for fire, nomadic fighters rule the land
Basic wants in dire need, all around a crippled Earth
Few have survived
All who live nothing's left, scavengers
Walking around with radiation burns
Take no prisoners, all will be damned
Fight without mercy, there's fates worse than death
Surrounded by the carcass
Build your world in dust
Shadow of the fallen
All you see is war
In the end of time, no world
Left to control
Only the burning of flesh
Will persist
Hour by hour
The only future that's real
Throughout the tired
Hollow waste
Cries the mass to live again
Poison fumes corrupt the veins
Breathing deep
Violent killers on the prowl
Seek to take the human crown
Bound by bloodshed
And the roaring steel
All who live
Nothing's left, scavengers
Walking around with
Radiation burns
Who will rule,
Night marauding warriors
In the end of time,
No world left to control
Only the burning of flesh will persist
Eternal and futile,
In the end of time,
No world left to control
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Feeling the march of the fury unleashed
Impaling the soldiers of God
Smell of sulphur hot on the wind
Left by the goatriders horde
The thundering roar of the cloven hoof
The goatriders horse descends with the storm
I am eternal I walk the night
I am the reaper of souls
Cold iron blades they cannot stop me
Where I am from no one knows
I am in command
Impervious to fire
Impervious to steel
Merciless vengeance
Dealt by their strike
Treachery stalking evil command
Cloven hoofed steed I ride
Armies of horns descend on the gates
Hatred burns their eyes
Walls of stone cannot stop them
Too weak are the spells of old
At the sound of their banshee cry
The hearts of all grow cold
Fueled by the fears of man
To slake the unquenchable thirst
I'm in command
The goatriders horde
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Enslaved by warlords from far away lands
Forced into a life of slavery
Forced to fight your brothers for rulers so cruel
A killer instinct your only escape
Ferocious battle, you must fight to survive
Each weapon an extension of your strength
All victories add greatness to your name
Fight to the death, there will be no surrender
Your cunning must be afforded
There will be no remorse for those who gamble with your fate
Freedom, through killing strangers will it come
You fight to live, freedom gained with every shiv
You need to prove, prove your worth
To ascend to the trial of champions
Every fight a battle to the death
Your fate lies in the hands of fools
A meager wager more precious than your life
When the thumb comes down
You know just what to do
Kill kill kill
It's your time do what must be done
Every day you fight, every day you win
Taking the life of the emperor
The ultimate reward for surviving the trial
You will not die in chains, a champion you are
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When it's cold and the ice grips your skin
Few can stomach how harsh it is
In the woods lurks a great old one
Who can scare the flesh right off your bones
A ravenous specter
Walker on the wind
By many names it's known
But nothing's more fearsome when its face is shown
You'll fall to your knees and beg to
The god of the cold white silence
A frozen giant with a heart made of ice
Hideous flesh eating creature of northern desolation
In a land so cold
Its story told for hundreds of years
A horrid giant born from the snow
Face to face you'll be torn apart
By its claws or merely its gaze
Under black skies treads this grim arctic god
Oh great old one, god of the lost
Long and bitter winter
At the mercy of the arctic gods
God of the cold white silence
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Knee deep in the dead of their kind
They carry on without seeming to mind
Feed off their flesh, larger they grow
Persevere through ice, wind and snow
When metal beasts come crashing through the under brush
Through old majestic growth
To defend itself the forest will come to life
Encroachment against humanity, running root breaking stone
Rise up feed off the dead
Towering giants fill you with dread
Avenge the axe, avenge the blade
Cleansing all the parasites
A green shadow cast upon the world
Pushed to the brink the trees reclaim what is theirs
Collapse tall buildings for the survival of their kind
Payments coming for every cut that you've made
Feed off the dead, fill you with dread
Payments coming
Above their heads shine the stars of the night
Rising up to the dark through the light
Mighty giants, standing arm to arm
Warriors march forward, sound the alarm
Rise up
Born of the earth, more armies advance
The forest kind will reign
Overtaking cities with branches they ensnare
Pushing the human race back a million years
The earth grows quiet all plant life will dominate again
When every structure falls you'll know the forest is king
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The trumpets sound the end
The crack of seals break
Impending devastation brings the fall
The sun it turns to black
The weak will burn
The leader comes with the evil sword
The sun it sinks
Into the sea
As they last rays fade and die
Forever
Prophesize the fall of creation's peak
Make the righteous suffer for all time
Demons that exist only in the night
Conjured from the earth's decay
The blackened wings of hell
Finally come unfurled
The songs of the birds
The glow of the dawn
The sights, the sounds
Eternally gone
Cut down by a demon's blade
By strange forces it was made
A demon's blade
A masterstroke with the devil's every swing
The hell you dreamed of was never so real
Now you'll pray to the sting of the steel
No opposition can counter the strike
The first ranks of holy men fallen aside
Chaotic weapon, only held by one
Bloody hilt demonic thrill, cursing god's son
A crimson mist will bathe the land
All are driven mad who inhale the wind
Behold the eve of the end of the world
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As the day breaks and the battle hour approaches
Many cries will echo through the hills
Be not afraid your sacrifice is not in vain
The God's reward for dying with your sword in hand
Roaring fires, strumming lyrics
Clean the blood stain from you
Blade before coming in
Enter the massive feasting hall
Above the roar, tales are told of war
And heroes lost forever
Your name will live in song on high and down below
Your kills in fighting have earned your special place
Mentioned in the same breath as all heroes past
A statue of your likeness, revered forever more
Flagons clank, and beers are drank
In the mighty hall
Tales are told of woe
In the might hall
The goats are roasted slow
In the mighty hall
Let us sing the songs of old
In the mighty hall
All sound a mighty SKÅL
In the great feasting hall, splendor of all
Die in battle do us proud
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Dark meteors, pale demons aside,
Hurled relentlessly across the night sky
Zealots of creation to a theory
Chained, they’d kill for their faith or die,
Never to kneel; they slaughter all lords,
On the souls of the faithful, faithless demons gorge
A curse upon you, all you deserve,
All seem to think they are on
The truth path, a plague so vile, none shall survive
The righteous will tighten its grip on the free
Claiming their god is the one to believe
The beast is emerging a danger untold
Trying to suppress what can't be
Controller, a curse upon you
All you deserve, can you explain
How it is the lord's will
A plague so vile, none shall survive,
Infinite legions of conquering hordes,
A curse on their blades,
A hex on their swords
Unholy minions,
Their mark heaven's domain
Caressing the leather that
Binds up the tome
They'll die on their knees
When the lies have been shown
Fire and brimstone are
Eden's demise,
The great opposition
It's time to arise, slayers
Of angels, haters of god
Infinite legions victorious
And strong
Heathen armies
Ceaseless advance
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Great and terrible are things
That feed on fear
Afflicting all the weak,
Sucking up their tears
Drain the life from those who cannot
Stand the night
Demise will manifest as assassins of the light
Storm clouds fill the horizon
Pitching days into night
Beseech the blackened sky
For no light shines
Call upon your sins to give you great ascent
Give no quarter to the coward
Shade of blackness holds the truth behind the sun
Pages of the holy word, commit to flame
Burning sickle, has come to take your head
They're coming for you, assassins of the
Light are coming
A plague of Antichrists
Sent from the depths of hell
To sacrifice your gods
Obscured by haze
On this, the last of days
The eye of lights demise
Twilight falls
Patrol the night on starless skies
Eternal and merciless
Ever watching to decimate the lies
That fools would have you believe
Crucifix inverted, lies beneath the bones
Soon to be forgotten, the savior is no more
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In the reaches of the old haunted trees
A place where legend speaks of terrible things
I've heard the rumors of the evil in the hills
Spire of the tower a beacon for the damned
Its force of will grips you like an unseen hand
A blacked spire rises high against the sky
Casting shadows on the land
You cannot turn away your mind has been possessed
Another victim to fulfill the darkened quest
Hollowed eyes of all the fools who came too near
Set upon the unsuspecting world below
Forged long ago in ancient forests
Now, alone it stands
Against this desolate earth
Since long before out time
These walls have unleashed plagues of war
These fools have unleashed plagues of war
Into the land
Long ago an ancient malice left its mark
Awoken by the curiosity of men
Black spire looms above the edifice of pain
Calling all its allies to rise up from the pit
Drawn towards seduction and the power of the curse
The thunder of chaos boils in the sky
For on this infernal night the human race dies
Force of will, cold and cruel, can't resist, power of the curse
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The finest crew ever assembled, to Colchis, their destination
A kingdom's fortunes in the branches of a tree
But terror springs up from the ground
Born of the dragon's mouth, seeds of
Death planted in barren soil
The Argonauts state their intentions, as insult is felt by the kind
This great quest is nearly halted
But Medea leads them to their prize, like weeds they grow
Warriors of the undead world, bones without flesh
Immune to the blade, offspring of Hecate's foul womb
Up the mountain to a yawning cave
A fell beast guards the Golden Fleece
The Argo leader steps up to win the day
Harmed not by the weaponry of man
Brutal offspring of tormented minds
Armed with steel and lust for death
Relentless demons, the children of the hydra's teeth
Warriors of bone scream a ghastly cry
Commanded to kill them all
The ones who escape make off with the fleece
Sail back to the Agean Sea
Squads of death prowl the land
Killing in silence, killing by hand
Cloaked in darkness, masters of stealth
They lust for your blood
Not for your wealth
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