Chronicles from the Realms Beyond
Steel meets steels on the iron hill Where we stand no one will Fight and die in the darkest night For Silmarils, for globes of light Our swords ablaze like a starlight Into the storm and out of the dark-night Fight in the dark like the fire Like a last star on the horizon Raise your sword and ride your steed In the hour of the king Guided by light and by fire Like a last star on the horizon My sword is black, my final deed Heart of steel: steel meets steel!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Passed the lonely Mountain bare and swept above the dragon's lair: there black and dark lay boulders stark Left the world and took its flight over the wide seas of the night. The moon set sail upon the gale, and stars were fanned to leaping light. The moon set sail upn the glade Over old hills and mountains bare… Carven stone The king under the mountain and ancient hall His hands are rich by gems and gold The king under the mountain and carven stone We shall fight for the king forevermore! The wind was on the withered heath, but in the forest stirred no leaf: there shadows lay by night and day, and dark things silent crept beneath. The wind came down from mountains cold, and like a tide it roared and rolled; the branches groaned, the forest moaned, and leaves were laid upon the mould.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Darkness falls across the land The witching hour is close at hand There are many hours before the dawn The moon is full and the shadows crawl Count of the death and endless blights Of countless winters and thousand nights In the night of the dead A queen covered in black She rises at the night of the dead Children of the night, of endless blights Of countless winters and scarlet nights The shadows are long, the hour is dark The moon is bright on night sky… Spirits of the undead walk the land Snow is falling; the dusk is at hand…
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
In Habbanan beneath the skies Where all roads end however long There is a sound of faint guitars And distant echoes of a song, For there men gather into rings Round their red fires while one voice sings – And all about is night. A globe of dark glass faceted with light Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight; Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain That watches for the moon that long has lain Not night as ours, unhappy folk, Where nigh the Earth in hazy bars, A mist about the springing of the stars, There trails a thin and wandering smoke Obscuring with its veil half-seen The great abysmal still Serene.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
The world world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone on stream or stone A king he was on carven throne In many-pillared halls of stone With golden roof and silver floor, upon the door. The light of sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hewn Undimmed by cloud or shade of night forever far and bright. There hammer on the anvil smote, There chisel clove, and graver wrote; There forged was bladed and bound was hilt; The delver mined the mason built. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Raise your banners and drawn your swords The hour of blood and death is near The first light appears The morning sun is near, the light of dawn is here The horn of Helm-Hammerhead shall sound one last time Out of loss, out of life (unto the long glory we ride!) Like a fire in the dawn I shall raise and drawn my sword of my final deeds the bards shall sing Just like a fire in the dawn I shall raise and drawn my sword Time has come for me : The Hour of the King ! Hail King Theoden !!! The final battle calls my name, sacred is my blade By my sword all shall die, so here's my battle-cry: The morning sun is near, the light of dawn is here The horn of Helm-Hammerhand shall sound one last time Out of loss, out of life (unto the long glory we ride!) Like a fire in the dawn I shall raise my drawn my sword of my final deeds the bards shall sing Just like a fire in the dawn I shall raise my drawn my sword Time has come for me : The Hour of the King ! Hail King Theoden !!!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
My sword is fire, my blade is more than death I ride the storms, chaos and dread I serve chaos and chaos serves me, we are bound as one, by the sword and sorcery Under the runes, under my blade Many have fallen, I sealed their fate My name is cursed, my fate is damned I am the prince of chaos and dread Arioch, my lord, give me magic, power and ancient spells I summon thy presence by the oldest rituals and chants ...rituals and chants With sword and fire we conquered the lands Our gods are lords of chaos and death Our ships they sail the oceans of mist and cold Our dragons they rule like gods of old Blades rise and fall and even more! Dragonlords of yore, masters of war unter the sky, across the seas we are the death, we are the kings! Arioch, my lord, give me magic, power and ancient spells I summon thy presence by the oldest rituals and chants ...rituals and chants Our battles are everywhere, under the sky, across the seas We rule the ancient realms with sword and sorcery
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun. Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim. Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
Hunted by the chaos though the countless spheres Strange omens and signs rise before my eyes Gods once dreaming now awake and gaze Through the lost labyrinths and ancient starcaves ...A dreams of faceless fears ...A sleep of thousand tears Faces of chaos just smile, dance and grin Walls are crumbling down, caught in my final dreams I am the king of death, the stealer of souls Just a jester lost in the game of chaos Arioch, my lord, where are your signs? The cosmos is the labyrith of future and past ...A dreams of faceless fears ...A tower of thousand tears A warrior stands alone, all in jet and gold Behind the storm, I am the sword of the dawn Dragons of time, empires fall-a last vision of mine Into the heart of the storm, winds rage and millenniums fall Hunted by the chaos though the countless spheres Strange omens and signs rise before my eyes Gods once dreaming now awake and gaze I am the stealer of souls, the last of the Dragonlords!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026