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Hordes of the fierce, clad by the night
Gather by the shores
The age of serenial fires
Ceased at dawn of day
Into the light, across the void
We sail to take back
This world they owe us
And when we step ashore
We shall chant…
Hymns to the northern skies
As we ride
With the spells of the ancient ones
Casting in our hearts
On the plains, where temptation lures
We’ll prevail
Victorious we shall reign
Under the sign of hell
Malicious clouds of repelling force
Descending from the event horizon
Assembling to terminate thy reign
Violent storms raging the skies
Washing away the stains of blood
Caused by thee
Hordes of the fierce, clad by night
We are ready to strike
And as dusk settles
Battle at hand;
We shall chant…
Hymns to the northern skies
As we ride
With the spells of the ancient ones
Casting in our hearts
On the plains, where temptation lures
We’ll prevail
Victorious we shall reign
Under the sign of hell
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Behold Lurid Fires
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The light diffusing over the cromlech so bright
Lurid fires raging across the sky
Gates evoked below the glancing stars
Unveiling the cosmic might
Behold the signs
Of the howling winds
Just as they foretold
The spells cast summoned at last
Protector
Of the flame
Daimon
Rise
As I march, across the lands,
Feel the blazing fires in my veins
I step into gates evoked
Following ashen clouds of despair
Void
Desecrated
Daimon
Risen
Spreading evil across the lands
And beyond this facade of calm
The truth lies bare;
Woeful silence, no more
Vicious remorse disguised in sonic force
Deliverance at hand
Plunging into chaos
As the lurid fires rage
Burning a world anew
Ever towards the left-hand path
Behold
Lurid Fires
Daimon
Rise
Destroying the void forevermore
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Devoid of light
We descend upon
Bulwarks of blest materia
To rid the sites
Of the precious hoard
Deeper, ever deeper
Heading towards
Infinite
Obscurity
Everlasting
Deformity
And as we toil
Deep beneath the sacred halls of might
And as your greed
Dwells in the sacred halls of light
Day by day
We lift the pick
Distant screams of ghastly pain
Echoing through the burrows dull
The stench of suffering
Intoxicating the air
And as you repose
In the sacred halls of might
Plaguing flames of destruction
Hatching from the abyss below
Divine fortress of doom
Khazad-dûm
Sacrificial flames of blood
And as we march
Vigorous avidity
Reigning victorious over ashen remains
Into the wild, we head
Wilderland
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