Finis Imperii
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Death is the threat sent down from above And our life is just trifling without those we love I know blasphemous chants will echo down the hall, until we’re free from oppression of the landlord ghouls I feel the qualm on the blade of the hammer our cavalry will ride to tear down his manor, then we’ll share spoils and drink from the skull of the romans... No force can seal No blacksmith can forge our fate Aeminium Will rest in flames We tell the story of forgotten blood shed Brothers lost in the fray, rivers turned red Our boulders have witnessed the horrors of this war Come tomorrow gods and lords shall sleep forevermore! I feel the qualm on the blade of the hammer our cavalry will ride to tear down his manor, In these fields of eternity there’s a revenge waiting forever... No force can seal No blacksmith can forge our fate Aeminium Will rest in flames
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Hear, they call us, our time is now, to avenge the dishonour that befell Iceni I shall Summon East anglia to fullfill its destiny For tomorrow everyone will hear the blasphemy against the romans I shall summon East Anglia and lead the new lands I'm calling my troops from my throne chariot despoil and burning, the enemy in hell shall rot There's Morrigan guiding us and my king seeks retribution Proud, upright and defiant I stand The throne must return to its righteous hand As the acrid smoke came creeping towards me I feel in my mouth the taste of malevolence and the searing heat of Boudicca's revenge Behold the display of war and destruction To conquer our land is the almighty IMPETUS, for which we draw the avenging sword! Calling my troops from my throne chariot Despoil and burning, the enemy in hell shall rot There’s Morrigan guiding us and my king seeks retribution Proud, upright and defiant I stand The throne must return to its righteous hand
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026