Curse of the Cwelled

In placid halls beside the tide The tiresome scrape of quill on hide Passes every plodding hour In the care of a hollow power Lying alone, treasures abound Spells sent forth throughout the lands But stubborn hearts are not beguiled Beyond the waves a wrath is riled Longships break the waters Dragonfire paints the sky Anger rends the silence Harried by a wild warcry Relics through ravaged altars White Christ servants flee Havoc on Holy Island Punishment from the sea A lonesome life they embrace Walled within this hallowed space Toiling for a higher cause Loyal slaves to heavenly laws Macabre rites with rag and bone Praise to corporal idols shown But empty words cannot resist Whirlwinds wreck the fragile bliss Solo: Wulfstan So he bade them go, carry forth To the daunting halls of the north Promise of salvation they brought Pilgrims in a distant domain Wily words spreading like a plague So was a land led astray 'Her wæron reðe forebecna cumene ofer Norðhymbra land,...ormete þodenas and ligrescas, and fyrenne dracan wæron gesewene on þam lifte fleogende. Þam tacnum sona fyligde mycel hunger,...[and] earmlice hæþenra manna hergunc adilegode Godes cyrican in Lindisfarnaee...' - AS Chronicle 793 (Here came dreadful forewarnings over the land of the Northumbrians: huge whirlwinds and flashes of light, and firey dragons flying in the sky. After these tokens soon followed much hunger, and the harrying of wretched heathen men destroyed God's church on Lindisfarne.) Longships break the waters Dragonfire paints the sky Anger rends the silence Harried by a wild warcry Relics through ravaged altars White Christ servants flee Havoc on Holy Island Punishment from the sea

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

England's on the anvil - hear the hammers ring Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King England's being hammered into line England's on the anvil - heavy are the blows Ordered by the tyrant bastard son Destiny has cursed us with the maker of our woes England's being hammered into one Sorrow for the conquered, wretched is their doom Marshalled from the mountains to the shore Withered in the shadow of the ruthless victor horde Toiling in the silent throes of war England’s in the furnace, tempered by the flames Cast into a spiral of decline Grievous is the pounding in this iron-fisted forge England’s being fashioned by design 'With bloody sword came he Cold heart and bloody hand Now rule the English land' - Heimskringla England's on the anvil - hear those hammers ring Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King England's being hammered, hammered into line Glowing on the anvil, faithful sons awake Banish this usurper from the throne Furl his sacred standard tight fixed with dragon seal And send it with our blessings back to Rome

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Hark to this folk's decree Spear and sword-edge we'll yield to ye Here a good warrior stands Sworn to steadfastly guard this ground Brace, harness the wolf within Faith, to flee is the gravest sin By my lord I will lie Clash, enemy striking forth Hold, never give up the cause By my lord I will die Come, wave-wolves to war Fare ye freely across the ford Fate alone shall decide Who shall master this battle site Brace, harness the wolf within Faith, to flee is the gravest sin By my lord I will lie Clash, enemy striking forth Hold, never give up the cause By my lord I will die 'Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað.' - Battle of Maldon (Thought shall be the harder, heart the keener, Courage the greater, as our strength lessens.) Then spoke the old man, shield raised to the sky Shamed be the ones who seek to abandon the strife Long I am lived, here I will stay One with my lord, not turn away Loud over the sword-play besieged warriors heard Proud men inspired by the wise spearman's words Long I am lived, here I will stay One with my lord, not turn away Here on the cold ground loyal in death I will remain Brace, harness the wolf within Faith, to flee is the gravest sin By my lord I will lie Clash, enemy striking forth Hold, never give up the cause By my lord I will die

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Graven faces gather in the hall Messengers bring word from the shore Ill winds behind hostile sails Black wings approach beyond the pale Fire of baited blood A hearth of ancient stone We must resist, hold fast to this To keep the spoils of Rome Fell serpents slink through the reeds Outriders hunt them unseen The lord wills bring victory with speed Bannermen give pledge on bended knee Fire of baited blood A hearth of ancient stone We must resist, hold fast to this To keep the spoils of Rome Break the chains of fear Prepare the course for war Make no retreat, repeat the feat Of fathers gone before May your blade be swift and just to the end Take our hopes, in you we trust to defend Win this fight and send them back to the sea Let them spread the fame of our mastery Defend! Fire of baited blood A hearth of ancient stone We must resist, hold fast to this To keep the spoils of Rome Break the chains of fear Prepare the course for war Make no retreat, repeat the feat Of fathers gone before Defend!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Snared under fire-blackened skies, fettered in humbling irons Burned are the staples of life Crushed by a torturing hand, terrors demolish the land Low is the spirit of man Yield prostrate in decay, dignity stolen away Grim is the price that was paid Brave are the ones who defy rulers in castles on high Slowly a nation will die Arrogant conquering powers, pompous in ivory towers Crows at the carcass devour Oil in a deadly machine, cruelty reigning supreme Sneering at all that has been But we will rise, cast them aside See the tyrants flee to the hostile sea And we will own all that will be Never fade or fall, ever breaking free See the fires on the hills Hear the hammers ring Feel the thrill of the fight Let the storm begin 'Worhton [hie] castelas wide geond þas þeode, and earm folc swencte, and a syððan hit yflade swiðe. Wurðe god se ende þonne God wylle.' - AS Chronicle 1066 (They built castles all across the land, and oppressed the wretched people, and afterwards it grew ever worse. May the end be good, when God wills.) Harshly, the wretched compelled; bearing the curse of the cwelled Plundered is dwelling and feld Roaming, the ousted adrift; stoic, the stalwart persist Bleak is the conqueror's gift But (so) we will rise, cast them aside See the tyrants flee to the hostile sea And we will own all that will be Never fade or fall, ever (we are) breaking free See the fires on the hills Hear the hammers ring Feel the thrill of the fight Let the storm begin

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

In the darkness an ancient power lies If you rile the beast, in time he will arise Thieves disturb the peace, a reckless seed to sow A rage will be unleashed, purging fire bestowed Heed their steady words, vast the columns grow No sign or show, awakened hate! See their level gaze, mark the coming age It won't abate, awakened hate! Stricken down, a fighting man was tamed In his tomb he lies but never truly waned Such a primal force can never be restrained Soon he will return to raise the flag again Heed their steady words, vast the columns grow No sign or show, awakened hate! See their level gaze, mark the coming age It won't abate, awakened hate! Deep in the dark it is found In restless caverns far under the ground Walls of the citadel groan Halls of the fortress come crumbling down Heed their steady words, vast the columns grow No sign or show, awakened hate! See their level gaze, mark the coming age It won't abate, awakened hate!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Soldiers of the stonefolk through narrow paths wind Celebrated warriors, the grand emperor's pride The old woodland watches with cold forbidding eyes Terror is unleashed as the forest comes alive Painted with blood, a line in the sand Mangled and broken by bold Hermann's hand In the land of Germania they faltered and fell Wasted by fate, legiones redde! Spear-ravaged remnants break onto the plain A last desperate surge but all is in vain The last stragglers flee in humbling defeat All overwhelmed, the slaughter is complete Painted with blood, a line in the sand Mangled and broken by bold Hermann's hand In the land of Germania they faltered and fell Wasted by fate, legiones redde! Ire, cold foreign rule inflames Lust for rebellion gains Tribes band together Glory and freedom seized Overlords brought to their knees Fame everlasting Painted with blood, a line in the sand Mangled and broken by bold Hermann's hand In the land of Germania they faltered and fell Wasted by fate, legiones redde!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Pestilence reigns over lord and the serf Bones of the fallen lie deep in the earth Acres lie bare now the ploughman is dead Mutiny rises, the plague has been spread Plea to the sovereign, unjust high esteem Sacred divinity - blind villeins dream Gift of fraternity on bended knee New found belief with a promise deceived Gesture for freedom, a brazen decree Rise of a madness, a new potency Panic is rising, the blaze has been set One rebel army to fill them with dread Menace united, a new show of force Embers ignited, there’ll be no remorse Flagrant betrayal, an act of disdain Flash of the blade and the rouser is slain Spark for revulsion, the mass held at length Tighten the shackles - a cruel show of strength Facing the enemy, troops eye to eye One wayward arrow - a turn of the tide? Panic is rising, the blaze has been set One rebel army to fill them with dread Menace united, a new show of force Embers ignited, there’ll be no remorse Watching in the rebel ranks Archers incited now flex their bows Power in their fingers, yearning to release Spirits stirred by the words of the priest Solo: Athelstan Let fly your arrows and hold firm the line This is your moment, now is the time Panic is rising, the blaze has been set New rebel army to fill them with dread Menace united, a new show of force Embers ignited, there’ll be no remorse The vanquished march back to their pen The sorry hearts of beaten men A fading hope shot down in flames Forever rustics to remain!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Edge of oblivion, heads in the sand Wolves in the fold raping the land Shadows of men by meekness consumed Weak willing slaves marching to doom Dire whirlwinds growing, the craven fall deaf Seek no compassion, mailed fist you will get Standing defiant, the bold brazen few Storm-battered monoliths, guardians of truth Edge of oblivion, bewildered they fall Madness and chaos darken the halls Powerless servants basking in woe Headlong to nothingness, gladly they go At the final hour they see the chasm opens wide The feckless fall into the void Dire whirlwinds growing, the craven fall deaf Seek no compassion, mailed fist you will get Standing defiant, the bold brazen few Storm-battered monoliths, guardians of truth Edge of oblivion, heads in the sand Wolves in the fold raping the land Shadows of men by meekness consumed Weak willing slaves marching to doom

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Veiled in despair kneels the ill-fated son Drowning in unnumbered tears Wretched, the steadfast one watches on high Pawn in the dark enemy's game There on the brink the great worm lies slain Foulest deceit he has sown Free from his spell, mournful she leapt Taken by the waters below Out of a dream, the far-farer heard this tale of agony Tragedy born in tangled threads of cruel destiny Those roaring waters he will not defile Beseeches the black, fickle blade Answered, the bloodstained on death's iron falls Ruthless, the curse meets it end Out of a dream, the far-farer heard this tale of agony Tragedy born in tangled threads of cruel destiny Master of fate Mastered by doom "Hail, Iron of Death! Wilt thou take the Master of Fate?" "Yea, I will drink thy blood. I will slay thee swiftly." Out of a dream, the far-farer heard this tale of agony Tragedy born in tangled threads of cruel destiny

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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