Legacy of Atlantean Kings

The wind is moaning through the trees and the sorceress on her knees Sacrifice in the grove tonight The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay Sorcery to crush their might. In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne---and faint---he hears the call. From a book of ancient spells, the sorceress calls up hells where the lakes of blood run down like water falls Demon come forth! Manifest rune, Thorn! Thorn the vampire. Thorn the man. Thorn, the king from the dying land Today all in the arena will die except you, chosen one, He who holds the sword of Spartacus. Prince of the Erin Isle, brother of the sorceress, Armed with the sword, by dead heroes blessed. Blood Bath in the Arena. Gladiators and spectators die. Blood Bath in the Arena. Death on wings will fly. Blood Bath In The Arena. Thorn rides the great winged beast. It is the price for saving the Erin prince from the death the Ceasar has decreed. The magick charged blade the old druid had bade be delivered to the prince The Ceasar will not deny the last request in his eye of the doomed prince The blade will not mark the prince, Thron he will sense the magick encased within All others they will fall in the stone encased walls--- The arena their tomb sealed. He mounts the Vampire horse aerial-borne upon his course. Thorn the vampire, Thorn the king. A song of slaughter his blade will sing. Today all in the arena will die except you, chosen one, he who holds the sword of Spartacus. Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress, Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed. Blood Bath in the Arena. Gladiators and spectators die. Blood Bath in the Arena. Death on wings will fly. Blood Bath In The Arena. Thorn rides the great winged beast. Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast on Roman flesh and blood. Guitar Solo: Howie Today all in the arena will die except you, chosen one, He who holds the sword of Spartacus. Prince of the Erin Isle, brother of the sorceress, Armed with the sword, by dead heroes blessed. Blood Bath in the Arena. Gladiators and spectators die Blood Bath in the Arena. Death on wings will fly Blood Bath In The Arena. Thorn rides the great winged beast. Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast on Roman flesh and blood

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

For victory and glory we follow the legend. He who bears the Mark of Kane. Steel sinews grasp the blood drenched steel. Wild flies his red mane. Sunrise bleeds the dawn. His legions charge on and on. Assault on this fortress of stone. Storming the castle at dawn. Eyes wide in fright, we're in the enemies sight As our siege engines fire the dead bodies. Onto the walls our rain of gore, it falls. Hearts of steel melt down, Hearing, nearing. Hell's calls Cursed by a mad god, it is whispered of Kane that he cannot die. Our enemies fall by the gore axed he wields. High above him the vultures fly. Sunrise bleeds the dawn. His legions charge on and on. Assault on this fortress of stone. Storming the castle at dawn. The siege engines roll, boiling tar takes its toll On our men in the front lines. With an awful shout, every man, he rides out. "You won't live at all if you don't take that wall", Shouts Kane, the killer. Guitar Solo: Howie Archers fall as we charge the wall Not far till we close with the enemy From the Aerie wide eyed the watchers look down at the rushing steel tide Sunrise bleeds the dawn. His legions charge on and on. Assault on this fortress of stone. Earth drinks the blood at dawn. Steel on steel will clash In a lightning flash. Thousands of men fall down and die. At last we break their lines and now they will find All who defend the castle will die... Will die... Will die this day

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

When omens of all portent come to be, and the ancient ones rise up from the sea, and the winged one comes forth from the moon. The one will appear whose heart knows no fear When those who dream in Ryleh draw near Bringing forth their mockery of flesh and our doom A King of Kings, the druid he brings To test his soul in the fire that sings A dragon's song from an age that fell to dust. He holds the Dragon Throne---Wielder of Atlantean Steel. All men at arms they gather round To see if he is the one that they found To deliver them from the fate the demons bring. He mounts his throne, his face set as stone All who are false are charred to the bone By the dragon's flame that reckons the real King. Witch woman, white goddess. Daughter of Poseidonous She holds the key to defeat the beast from beyond... He holds the Dragon Throne---Wielder of Atlantean Steel. He holds the Dragon Throne. Wielder of Atlantean Steel. And it's out on his quest for he will know no rest armed only with his sword the druid has blessed, Through magick storms and blood feast. Guitar Solo: Howie Ah, she had been found. Mayana, the white Goddess from the sea--- She who held the talisman to defeat the Beast. "I will grant this strength for your boon if here with me you reside for one moon" spake Mayana, the White Goddess from the sea. He rode two horses to death on the way, And when his feet hit the dirt he was in the melee, And his gleaming steel from his scabbard flew wild and free. And last died the demon King, For Elaks hand held a beating thing. Mayana gave her heart the talisman. He holds the Dragon Throne---Wielder of Atlantean Steel. He holds the Dragon Throne. Wielder of Atlantean Steel.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I walked into a blackened room, All eyes ablaze upon me. I felt a frost chill tear up my spine as the child gazed upon me. Pulled out into the abyss voices calling me. Falling out into the abyss brought this festival in the snow. Across nameless stars my forefathers called me, from long ago. Twelve figures were there other than myself, Cloaked and hooded in black robes. They raised the dreadful grimoire and chanted, "Bring forth the Ancient Ones". Now, I am two-as-one for I gazed too long Through the black mirror to a world beyond decay--- Infinite hells, voices calling me and I was gone with... Those gathered here tonight were here in a time before man... before time. Beware of those who people the Dark Circle. Vessel of flesh you will dispatch the child to the House of Shades. Before the altar I stood my sabre steeped in blood. I, high priest of the black arts. Guitar Solo: Howie Now, I'm wandering through the streets, looking at the ruins I have not seen since I was a child When the winged Gaunts bore me to the edge of midnight, and some beyond. Now, I remember it all. Those gathered here tonight were here in a time before gods or even time. Beware of those who people the dark circle. They watch you through dreaming eyes and soon will raise their heads

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The Norms weave grief and defeat For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea. The standards are flying of High King Brian. None can stand before the hosts of the Irish Lion. Years of torment the Irish lament. To hell the Vikings must be sent. The fury of a woman scorned, Gormlaith hath stirred the chieftians to make war on the Erin kings. Sitric Silkbeard hath gathered the Viking chieftains anchored off the Isle of Man. The Valkyries race the skies tonight. Norsemen you will fall when you fight. Drowning in wound dew. Red Thor walks the world of men. Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin. Dragon ships flee from Dublin town. The din of the battle it rocks the sky As the Kelts smote and heap the carnage high. The Vikings form their shield wall, But the Dalcasian axes see that they fall. Berserkers die for Father-One-Eye As Crom laughs from his mountain high. Mail is torn and limbs are shorn as the verdant greens are washed in blood. Helmets are shattered and limbs are scattered as the red ruin washes the land clean. The Valkyries race the skies tonight. Norsemen you will fall when you fight, Drowning in wound dew. Red Thor walks the world of men. Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin. Dragon ships flee. Guitar Solo: Howie The Valkyries race the skies tonight. Norsemen you will fall when you fight, Drowning in wound dew. Red Thor walks the world of men. Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin. Dragon ships flee into the sea.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

King of the Race without a name, galloping hard across the moor, Past great menhirs to hells door. Seeking the witch down Dagon's Moor. In my mind's eye, I watch my people die. scattered like chaff in the storm I ride. I won't see my world in chains while my fists can still grip steel. I will go to the worms of the earth and I'll strike my unholy deal. I won't break and I alone, I will be the Finder of the Black Stone. For victory I would taint my soul, throw myself in the demons hold. I won't break and I alone, I will be the Finder of the Black Stone Finder of the Black Stone. There were woman down a Dagon's Moor, Atla holds the key to hells door. To taste a kiss only a king can give, She'll tell me where the black stone is hid. Nightfall comes and the deal is sealed. The Black Stone's power shall be mine to wield. I won't see my world in chains while my fists can still grip steel. I will go to the worms of the earth and I'll strike my unholy deal. My kin won't wear the yoke of Rome, I will be the Finder of the Black Stone. For vengeance I would taint my soul---throw myself in the demons' hold. My kin won't wear the yoke of Rome, I will be the Finder of the Black Stone Finder of the Black Stone. Guitar Solo: Alex Down in the earth blacker than night on an altar of human skulls alight---Carved in cryptic runes the stone before days when demons left men alone. To see the object they worship again, the demons agree to crush the Roman men. I won't see my world in chains while my fists can still grip steel. I have gone to the worms of the earth and I struck my unholy deal. Military leader of the outpost of Rome lays mindless at my feet, alone Fled his mine from that fouler than beast. On his soul the worms now feast. For vengeance I traded my soul. I gave up humanity to crush my foe Finder of the Black Stone.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Triumph for the sons of the heather. Defeat for the legions of Rome. Two Kings of the Night, they stood together. The clans would defend their home. The third King died by the hands of his own man No one to lead the Northmen on. Kings of the night. Sorcery is drawing down the aeons. Kings of the night. One more King comes to stand and fight... And Rome Shall Fall! The Vikings will only follow a King of their own race. Sorcery brings the past and present face to face. Pict King nor Gael cannot lead these men, But the ancient ruler of Valusia their distant kin. The challenge was met, Kull would fight the challenger to the death, the Viking quickly died Kings of the Night. Sorcery is drawing down the aeons. Kings of the Night. One more King comes to stand and fight- ...And Rome Shall Fall...Rome Shall...Rome Shall Fall! Thus spake the ancient priest "The red jewel in your iron crown--- Through dim ages it has been passed down. this is sorcerous means parted the mists of time. Out of the sunrise walked the champion--- King of Kings from aeons dead. He has come to stand with you Bran Mak Morn. Now fight, glory is your Pictish King! Guitar Solo: Alex Kull held the gorge through the iron walls of the Viking shields. The Irish King gave the signal over the ridge swarmed the Gaelic steel. The Pictish chariots came tracing down led by pict King Bran. Red ruin covered the battlefield, the Romans died to a man. Kings of the Night. Sorcery is drawing down the aeons. Kings of the Night. A king of kings, he comes to fight. Kings of the Night. Sorcery is drawing down the aeons. Kings of the Night. King Kull comes to fight. ...And Rome Shall Fall...Rome Shall...Rome Shall Fall!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis. My tribesmen turned on me. They said, I could slay in war, but not in mercy. They tied a girl to a stake to be burned alive. My dagger found her heart mercifully she died. I fled into the sea, sailing toward my fate, I the barbarian king. They try to poison me in my wine. They try to kill me in my chambers at night. But I was a man before a king. By This Axe I Rule! Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis A savage in a foreign land Valusia was the kingdom Fate had delivered to my hand We stormed the castle a howling My mercenaries and I Blood drunk wolves in the night I slew the tyrant King, took the crown from his gored head. Kull, the barbarian King. They try to poison me in my wine. They try to kill me in my chambers at night. But I was a man before a king. By This Axe I Rule! Guitar Solo: Howie Outlaw, exile of Atlantis, I sit the topaz throne Brooding and seeking some sort of meaning alone I looked into the mirrors of Tuzun Thune, seeking answers from beyond the stars. Voices cried back to me, "Be not bound by the laws of the land. Civilized man can never be free." They try to poison me in my wine. They try to kill me in my chambers at night. But I was a man before a king. Rush in dogs and die!! They try to poison me in my wine. They try to kill me in my chambers at night. But I was a man before a king. By This Axe I Rule! Down drowned forests, sunken mountains, ride the echoes of valor on ghost-white steeds. Legacy of Atlantean Kings

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025