Rise and Fall

Lord Soth, once an honoured knight of the order of Solamnia... He built a stronghold, tall and proud, in the shape of his order's sign. Long time ago, he was disgraced from the gods, for failing his duties to restore order in the realm. He found the love of an elven maid, let his minions kill his wife. The gods threw a fiery mountain on the city of Istar, to punish the arrogance of the high priest. To The Catavlysm, to the end of the world. "noctem, redde tuae, dux bone, patriae!" Dawning in the lands of the damned. A new morning went by in the darkened halls of the fallen one; as many others did. Condemned to await the end of all days, guided by the cries of banshees. Dead and forgotten mortals, a life without light, a life without the warmth of blood. Rise and fall - an empire to lose Fall and rise - a cataclysm to come Rise and fall - the sea changed blood red Fall and rise - for a new order

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Behold the bearer of light, the flame of wisdom. Leader, not servant of a throne. Far beneath the sun, far beneath the conscious he dwells. Trusting in nothing, leading the blind. Behold the bearer of darkness, the bringer of light, with a crown of sins, enlightened eyes. Leader, not servant of a throne. Only where darkness reigns you need a flame as a guide. Behold the bearer of light, the flame of wisdom. Leader, not servant of a throne. Far beneath the sun far beneath the conscious surface he dwells. Trusting in nothing, leading the blind. Behold the bearer of darkness, the bringer of flames. Leader, not servant of a throne. With a crown of sins, enlightened eyes. Bearer of light in a world of blinded ones.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Sexque datis leto diversaque passis ultima resabat: quam corpore mater, tota veste tegens, "Unam minimamque pelinque! De multis minimam posco" clamavit, "et unam!" dumque rogat, pro qua rogat, occidit. orba resedit exanimes inter natos natasque virumque deriguitaque malis. Nullos movet aura capillos, in vultu color est sine sanguine lumina maestis stant immota genis nihil est in immota genis nihil est in imagine vivum. Ipsa quoque interius cum duro lingua palato congelat et venae desistunt reddere motus, nec pes ire potest intra quoque viscera saxum est. Flet tarnen et validi circumdata turbine venti in patriam rapta est ibi fixa eacumine montis liquitur et lacrimas etiam nune marmora manant.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

I call forth the cold The coming signs of winter Black hands raised to the sky Silhouettes of trees with no more leaves Growing on their long lean twigs Soul mirrors showing me A shadowed face Waters – frozen and rugged, unmoved Cloth, white, is falling Snow from the sky Hiding the face of the earth Thousand daggers piercing my skin Winds from the north, alone in the skies I call forth the cold The coming signs of winter Ravens seem to be the only Life beside me – suddenly They cover my sight to the horizon Blood becomes ice Flesh becomes rock I call forth the cold The coming signs of winter

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Multas per gentes et multa per acquora vectus Advenio miseras, frater, ad inferias Ut te postremo donarem munere mortis Donarem munere mortis Et nequiquam alloquerer cinerem Quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi Frater adempte mihi Nune tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum Tradida sunt tristis munera as inferias Accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu Multum manantia fletu Atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale Ave atque vale...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Dianae sumus in fide Puellae et pueri integri Dianam pueri integri Puellaeque canamus O Latonia, Maximi Magma progenies livos Quam mater prope Deliam Deposivit olivam Montium domina ut fores Silvarumque virentium Saltuumque redonditorum Amniumque sonantum Tu Lucina dolentibus Iuno dieta puerperis Tu potens Trivia et notho es Dieta lumine Luna Tu cursu, dea, menstruo Metiens iter annuum Rustica agricolae bonis Teeta frugibus exples Sis quocumque tibi placet Sancta nomine Romulique Antique ut solita es, bona Sospites ope gentem Dianae sumus in fide Puellae et pueri integri Dianam pueri integri Puellaeque canamus

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I listened for ages To the whispering of aeons No one really ever answered Just riddles For the living ones I was sitting aside The statues of old Listening to voices And languages unknown Beholding the pride Of timelessness Under ancient trees Many carved their names And thoughts here Washed away by uncounted Rainfalls and storms Melancholic mood Is filling this place This place in my very mind Listening to the statues of stone Beholding the ancestors of old I shall strive no more In the present world I lay back and fall in dreams About times long ago Listening to my ancestors of stone My way to infinity

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025