1. The Tempest – Intro

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2. Ride Into Oblivion

Now, darkness my old friend [Barbari instant nos]
It's time to strike again [maior est numerus]
The Battle is nigh [sed perseveramus]
For our enemies are strong [quanti nostrum]
We will not go down [ex pugna supererunt?]
Like a flock of sheep. [quantus sanguis]
[fluet in nostrorum ordinibus?]

Charge!
The swords blazing fiercely
We will know no fear
Walhalla calls our name
Blood upon the trampled soil
The opposition will be foiled
They perish by our wrath.

Pugna erumpit,
stringo gladium
magno clamore infero
me hostibus
sanguinis saporem salsum
sentio in labris
vae istum qui audet me experiri.

Morimini – Ride into oblivion!
Morimini et opprimini oblivione
Ride into oblivion!

And if, I fall down and die
My mortal soul will rise
from the ashes be reborn
The stars will show me the way
In Odin's hall I'll stay
In its splendour I will bathe

silentium, revertit
tantummodo vox sonat
fessus in solum succumbo
iterum proelio
vincunt Saxones,
per Wodan voveo: numquam deficiemus!

Vincent Saxones!
Ride into oblivion!
Morimini et opprimini oblivione
Ride into oblivion!

3. For Us, Fallen Ones

We are calling out to you
Never failing to bleed through
As we wait 'til the end
Poisoned needle, heaven sent

We kneel on the frozen soil
Craving for deliverance
Desperate thoughts fill our minds
As our wailing voices cry of bliss divine

Man or myth, love is murder
Diabolical, it goes further
Words can not express our pain
Torture is all that remains

Now disease consumes all hope
Phantoms devour our remains
Death reigns here, taking all life
Frantic laughter fills the sky.

So the end is near
Chaos reigns our fear.

Mercy, we beg for mercy
For us, the Fallen Ones
But we will die here, in this wasteland
All hope is lost.
Mercy, we beg for mercy
For us, the Fallen Ones
But we will die here, in this wasteland
All hope is lost and we will fade.

War and famine plagues the land
The midnight hour's close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
At your hands we slowly rot.

Damned are the fallen ones
Craving for deliverance
Desperate thoughts fill their minds
As their wailing voices cry of bliss divine.

Never to see the light of day
The fallen ones gone astray
Needing, feeding, dying
Never to stop trying.

Mercy, we beg for mercy
For us, the Fallen Ones
But we will die here, in this wasteland
All hope is lost.
Mercy, we beg for mercy
For us, the Fallen Ones
But we will die here, in this wasteland
All hope is lost and we will fade.

4. Manannán Mac Lir

Sailors! Heed my words
The dark sea is unforgiving tonight
Rising waves
Will crash into the shore.
The second coming
The howling wind caresses sails
In the murky depths
His throne stands strong.

Wielding Fragarach he leads the way,
God of the oceans, and lord of the storms.
Hear the wind roar for him, son of the sea, son of the sea.

Fly! Like the wind
Manannán mac Lir
He rides the waves on high!

The one, the daring god
Guides our longships back to shore
Under, his banner
We will find our native land.
Feast in his name
Blazing bonfires upon the shore
Praised, be his name
Manannán of the sea!

Protector of the Isle of Man
He calls out to the water, to obey his will.
Concealed by his cloak of mist he rides
He rides the waves.

Fly! Like the wind
Manannán mac Lir
He rides the waves on high!

5. Frost

Sleeping demons, colourful lies
The hands that sever mournful ties
Hands of winter, caress my skin
Fuelling the fire, raging within.
Blinded by ice, raining down
Crows whisper, a sanctified crown
Mocking the survival of life
A barren desert, void of might.

Touch the hands of Frost!

Let the soothing cold dance over your skin
As his moonlit eyes ensnare you.

Surrendered to his mercy
Frost is his name
Frost is his soul
Frost is his touch.

Flawless, relentless, an eternal creature
Storm, blizzard, they are his allies
Pity the one, who dares to defy him
For he cannot escape winter's deadly kiss.

Touch the hands of Frost

Let the soothing cold dance over your skin
As his moonlit eyes ensnare you.

Surrendered to his mercy
Frost is his name
Frost is his soul
Frost is his touch.

6. Storm Over Scaldis

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7. Lindisfarne

On a misty winter's morning
When all was still
Came upon the shores of Albion
A plague from the North, Death by the sword.
The unsuspecting villagers
Toiled and tussled their daily lives
But on wings of pestilence
Northmen came to bring demise.
Riding on through the white valleys
Bringing death to all who resists.

Bringers of death, scavengers of sorrow
Order of the axe, murder on the morrow
Never to be seen, rumours to be heard
Struck upon the shore of this earth

Lindisfarne

Soon the dust had settled
Bodies littered the streets
Church lay in ashes, none were spared.
On the wild seas
Dragonheads they rode
Bringing home their hoard
The order of the sword.
Riding on through the white valleys
Bringing death to all who resists.

Bringers of death, scavengers of sorrow
Order of the axe, murder on the morrow
Never to be seen, rumours to be heard
Struck upon the shore of this earth.

Lindisfarne

8. Medusa

Once I was beautiful, but now I am cursed
No-one can withstand me
To look upon me is to die.

See me!
Under the blazing sun of a desert reign
I rule over these lands.
My temple of debauchery, a place of wickedness
It calls weary travellers from far and wide for my pleasure.

You have gone too far, you can not return
Now you are in my power
You are trapped for all eternity.

Fear me!
My snakeskin appearance will drive you to stone
No one is safe from my piercing gaze.
You are mine when you see me, now and forever
None shall stand alive.

Weak fool, do you think that you can defy me?
You mean nothing to me!
Your soul will forever be mine.

9. Torquemada

For ancient glory
And be blessed by the lord
You fail to justify
This heresy abhorred.
So you torture
And judge all at will
Beyond compassion, beyond grace.

Here he comes
The great inquisitor
The Hammer of Heretics
The light of Spain
The saviour of this country.

Torquemada
He comes for your soul
The inquisition will soon take its toll

The Grand inquisitor
The duke of Hell
Claiming to do gods work
Retaliation of death's knell.
You have no conscience
You have no pride
Only evil reigns
in those bloodshot eyes.

Death by fire, is what you get
The sinners shall burn
Cruelty he does not fear
All shall convert or die.

Torquemada
He comes for your soul
The inquisiton will soon take its toll

Torquemada
Your time will come

10. Forlorn

Look beyond the stars and see
The child of ages came to me
It laughed and touched my hand
As I crawled the barren land.

Forlorn! is my middle name
Lost and weary, nothing but a name.

Life slips through my fingers
for no one, knows the truth
That we are lost and gone, forever
trapped in endless endeavour.

Forlorn! is my middle name
Lost and weary, nothing but a name.

No circling dragons above
No false ideas about love
No chains to break, no freedom to take
No false ideas about love!

Look beyond the stars and see
The child of ages came to me
It laughed and touched my hand
As I crawled the barren land.

Forlorn! is my middle name
Lost and weary, nothing but a name.

No circling dragons above
No false ideas about love
No chains to break, no freedom to take
No false ideas about love!

11. Legendary Forest

When the woods are dark and cold
And the warmth has fled these valleys
The goblins arrive to start their wretched feast.
-The goblins came together, to perform their ancient rites.
No human can ever comprehend these rituals
They are but reserved for the children of the earth.
-Deep in the magic forest, and in the darkest night.

Legendary forest!
Goblins round the bonfire!

No human may ever witness these strange events for if they do
The consequences are severe: they are bound to the witch-king's hands
-They bowed for their king, he commanded them to rise
The tale of woebetidings draws to a close
Remember these words if you happen to stray too far
-'Stand up,' is what he told them, 'and bring forth the sacrifice.'

Legendary forest!
Goblins round the bonfire!