My Name Will Live On
"I care not whether I die tomorrow or next year, if only my deeds live after me" On this bloodstained land I will make my stand And my honour will defend Ferdia oh, my friend This will be the end When this spear will leave my hand. Fight with me! Choose your weapon today! Let it be all or any, today you're both brother and prey Draw your sword! Cast your spear to me! Ferdia! Come face your brother Come face the Hound of Cullan! I care not whether I die tomorrow or next year, If my deeds live after me. My soul dies here with you Brother, see you In Tir nan nOg. My spear pierces your heart, and strikes mine twice as hard Today, there will be no victory Yet again, my brother, My hands are covered in your blood This time not to heal your wounds. Fate wanted us to live as brothers And die as foes Woe onto Éireann, for the greatest of warriors has fallen.
7 times a hundred roman souls 46 centurions slain on Gergovia's hill 700 skulls to celebrate the gods As they bless the name of Vercingetorix The eagle spreading his wings Has darkened our sun Our forage destroyed, Our crop is watered in blood Legions invincible march of Gaul One by one tribes are paying the toll I heard of a hero who would stop all of this And reign over Gaul as a king I heard of a man who will triumph over Rome Vercingetorix Caesar entrenched camp outside their fort And captured a high hill from where he laid siege Centurions advanced To ensure the Gauls have surrended Legions invincible launch the attack One by one tribes pay the toll Oblivious of what's hidden within the walls Gergovia the glorious had a new king Hailing their leader the Gauls shouted loud: Vercingetorix Caesar roared as the legions charged Ordering to retreat - recedite!! Blinded by blood thirst his army attacked and ignored his command Crying for victory marching to death Hailing "Caesar, Caesar!" to their last breath
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Sword at side or pen to write Our weapon in our heart more than in our hand. To fall in the line or stand back to sing We witnessed the glory of many heroes' end. We've marched aside the greatest of all, Whoever that is only the soul can tell. We sang for those who could never rest The Days of High Adventure, In our chests, will never end. Aeons long gone and places unseen... Our life is lost between what will be and what has been. Commanding a fleet or sounding a charge Our souls will fill with ecstasy when we draw our swords We'll never forget when we reigned on Aquilonia, Or fought aside the Albino Prince, Wear the Ring, Ride the Dragon, draw the Sword out of the Stone And blow your last breath into the Horn! We've always been there We are the Riders of Doom One fate: Sword and Shield In Days of High Adventure We are born to die on the battlefield.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Horns in the distance, resound through the air The trebuchet's shape standst tall. Attack is imminent, but I have no fear I won't be dethroned. As in 1282, when flames reached the sky, I am ready again to swing my axe And sound the horn to charge the besiegers The hunters are hunted again. I am born a king and will die a king The blade of my axe is my witness. The deceivers' blood paved my way to the throne Now I am here to stay! God's fire of hate and destruction is here to kill, But I shall triumph once again by the steel of my axe! I sharpened my blade for all these years Waiting to take my revenge. The heads of those who tried to dethrone me Will taste te cold steel, and then roll. I took my path, my decisions are made I now cheer with blood in my horn. I reign my kingdom, your only choice to obey, Speak to my axe then to me. I am born a king and will die a king The blade of my axe is my witness. Deceivers' blood paves my way to the throne I am here to stay! God's fire of hate and destruction is here to ki. I shall triumph once again by the steel of my axe! I hail this land, my kingdom again No mercy for the deceivers Axe at my side, my reign is of steel As of steel is my pride
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Through the tales The legend lived A Sword of Salvation At the side of The greatest kings Brought Hope and Destruction A light that shone Of ancient strength, Arose from the Earth From green misty hills To swing in frostbitten lands Forged by the Gods The Sword that was made for Man Caladvwlch, bring us all to Victory! Blade of Doom, ruler of Man's Destiny! I chant your countless names: Sword of Light, Sword of Doom Caladcholg The rainbow beam Connacht's Defender Caliburn Cymric Heir Of the best of Éireann A golden hilt For a silver hand Who ruled the first reign Crusher of Evil Its power will one day return When the white lord is vanquished The fire of our faith will burn Caladvwlch, bring us all to victory! Blade of Doom, ruler of Man's Destiny! I chant your countless names: Sword of Light, Sword of Doom
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Upon this twisted land And consecrated by the Gods' touch I shall create the cult of myself Where the sky and earth and divine fire are one I shall create my Thundercult. May the sensation of the Thunder Descend onto me I am thunder, I am divine I am the Thundercult. May the thunder be in my hand In my chest and my voice May I be a living Thundercult May the sensation of the thunder Descend onto me I am thunder, I am divine I am the thundercult. This way the sentence from above Shall manifest itself Thus the cult was consecrated, The Throne of Thunder is mine.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Head toward the island On its shores we saw a cross Priests of the new white god Who want to replace our pagan faith Approach to a silent land, On which holy chants resound Give them a dreadful lesson The Raven flies over the Dove May I die in Odin's name, the monks shall be tortured and slain This is now land of the greatest of all May I kill in Odin's name No crosses and churches shall stand against our sky Guide me Odin, Guide me, I'll leave this land burning for you Guide the faithful to the end. Lay me on a board, Bring me to the priest Let me enter the temple Of the White Lord of the Heavens Let me avenge my faters By holding this priest's head Go forth now my warriors And burn this town to the ground. May I die in Odin's name, the monks shall be tortured and slain This is now land of the greatest of all May I kill in Odin's name No crosses and churches shall stand against our sky Guide me Odin, Guide me, I'll leave this land burning for you Guide the faithful to the end.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
"These hills, mountains and lakes, are the grave of the glory of bygone days" At the feet of the mountains On this hills of ancient pride I lay my eyes on the endless lake And still I can hear the stories that it spake... Of a folk that tried its steel And found death on the battlefield Once glorious! Once mine! These hills are no longer alive With the spirit of this valiant Tribe Wirdomar made the final stand The wolf breastfed descendants save by crying geese thereafter shadowed this wooden land Our valleys witnessed no kings since the day Lugh hid in the lakes Once glorious! Once mine! These hills are no longer alive With the spirit of this valiant Tribe
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
"It is said that, when the sound of the Great Horn Borabu is heard, Warriors from everywhere will gather to answer the call" From my infinite journey I, at last, return To my native lands, of the ancient gods of old Under a boulder I found the legendary great horn The moment is here to fight for the harp of gold. Warriors From all of the nation come to answer the call Warriors The moment of truth is here, the nation calls. Its magical power I will release onto the land And summon the army at my father's command. Foes as black as bog oak and brown as wet sand The nation arises once again, a proud last stand. Warriors From all of the nation come to answer the call Warriors The moment of truth is here, the nation calls. And what I thought was destined to remain a memory Before my eyes became splendid truth All the heroes of the tales of old are now gathered By the sound of the Great Horn.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025