The Burning Centuries

Across the sea his ships set sail 
 The wind was sharp as dagger’s blade 
 Heart cold and dreadful, mind contemplating
 The thoughts of vengeance and of conquest The frozen Alps, with many hardships 
To challenge his unyielding army 
His voice is roaring through the air: 
 Endure, withstand, don’t turn away! The mountain pass is steep and deadly 
 And savage blizzards blind the eyes 
 From cliffs, the men and elephants are falling 
 Their bones will freeze for centuries! Hamilcar Barca, the Suffet of Carthage, ordered his servants to summon his son to swear a solemn and terrible oath against the Roman enemies: When I come to age, I shall pursue the Romans with fire and sword and enact again the doom of Troy. The gods shall not stop my career, nor the treaty that bars the sword, neither the Alps nor the Tarpeian rock. I swear to this purpose by the divinity of our native god of war, and by the shade of Elissa. The son of Baal will turn the tide 
Against the Jaws of Roman wolf 
 His legacy is graced with pride 
 His star of fortune glowing bright

 The new day brings the rays of sun 
 Upon the armor, horses, weapons 
 Make haste, the lines must close!
 The wolf awaits, his fangs are sharpened 

 The fight was hard and many died 
 The wolf was beaten, yet unbroken Withdraw he must, his country calling 
To fall with him, to dust, to ruin… 

The jaws of wolf have turned the tide 
Against the son of Baal so mighty 
 Yet in their nightmares Romans shiver 
Of dreadful name of Hannibal!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Dark days upon my dear kingdom 
 Rumors spread as fire in the reeds 
My people stricken by cold anguish 
The smell of burning floats above our fields 
 To crush the Turk with iron hands 
Our knights will ride, when midnight strikes 
 The army gathering like storm
 Sent by the Raven king to war They coming hateful in their bloody thousands With weapons sharp and deadly, (devoid of mercy!) And many nations have already fallen Before the might of Ottomans The enemy’s advance is to be halted Black ravens soaring high this day United under royal banners Earth shaking when they charge! The terrifying screams of both men and horses The clash of swords and commands shouted Many died this day and many fled the field Ambitions drowned in sea of blood and chaos The ravens soaring high this day! The Black army’s marching onward! Fear will darken the invaders minds Crying to the heavens, hope abandoned! This fight is over, let the weapons rest The sound of trumpets rings through air Blessed was this day with luck and glory Immortalized in chronicles of old Yet be not blinded by the splendor Of victories and mighty deeds of war For enemy is always there and watchful Their wounds will heal, they’ll come again! Yet ravens claws are sharp and swift with anger To face the Turks, the Poles, the Holy Romans On land and sea, with guns and armor Sent by their Raven king to war!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

The sound of oars in the darkness And of harsh voices from the mist Something is moving in the night Distant fires glowing from east
 The sea-worm will rage and the ocean will rise The wolf will howl and the winter will come Those who have fought and died with warriors honor will stand with their gods for their final glory
 The ship made of the nails of the corpses Naglfar, the bringer of fear Going to war, The final war To end it all in flames Strength and courage The final sacrifice of blood My vengeance is dreadful. The madness of fire will swallow the world and the chaos will come as the battle is fought Heroes and gods, monsters and giants, everything falls The age of great deeds will gone forever!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

The longships are burning and the flames go up high To the sky the smoke rises, and memories turn to ash The waves are silently mourning the fallen and lost Forgotten in foreign lands, not praised in the sagas The longships are burning and the age draws to a close Burning together with their gods, the heroes of old Deeds of valor and of cruelty are engraved in the rune stones Fading as the years pass, gnawed by the rain and the wind The longships are burning and shadows of fire are dancing Seen from afar upon the cold waters of darkness The black mountains stand guard to this funeral And the ghosts of the past howling among their spires The longships are burning, and soon it will all end A sorrowful parting, a fatal knowing of destiny Still grief is greeted with laughter, bravery not forsaken The glowing embers sink down but the song is lifted to skies.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

My voice is singing from the grave Upon the winds in autumn rain Can you remember me, do you recall How did I fight, how did I fall? I am no more, my flesh is dust My armor is adorned with rust As pale remembrance of days old The bony hands still grasp the sword The mortal glory, songs of praise Has laid me to my silent rest The wreath upon my chest will wither And farewell candles be extinguished I was your father, son and brother A noble man and nameless stranger My blood now feeds the earth below My spirit howls in Northern storms In darkness, fear is creeping from my tomb The writhes with swords there lurk in gloom And songs of mourning wont cease soon…

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Uguns liesmu drūmais spožums atspīd pāri gadsimtiem Stāstot varas darbu teikas spoku stundās bailīgiem Reiz kas bija, kā vairs nava, bet kas aukstus sviedrus dzen Zeme dreb zem zirgu kājām Mežus tumsa ieskaut sāk Bargais kungs no kara mājās Līdz ar savu draudzi nāk Pāri upei bēga zviedri Viļņu putās kvēlo asins Velna Reķa melnā rokā Zviedru karaļkronis mirdz! Gūstekņi tam treji simti Visus vergu gaitās dzīs Lai par saviem asins darbiem Atmaksā līdz mērs būs pilns Celt tiem šķūni pavēl Reķis Sausais koks jau nojauš galu Bailes virmo tā kā sveķi Šausmās aptumšojas prāts
 Kliedzieni aiz slēgtām durvīm Bargais kungs vien ļauni smīn Šķūnis gaudo uguns liesmās „Redz kā manas peles pīkst!” Un pēc gadiem Jaunpils muižā Tumšās naktīs spoku stundās Melna ēna liesmu gaismā Atsauc senu dienu bailes Kliedzieni caur akmens velvēm Velna Reķis ļauni smīn Sirdis izdeg šausmu liesmās „Redz kā manas peles pīkst!”

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

He is riding again, the devil's apprentice Upon his black stallion, the mad sorcerer lord! His hand holds the whip, his voice mocking us Our suffering grows, our land weeps of his works The lord of our land has made a pact with! a pact with the devil himself! Through evil magic his power is strong, everyone fears him! Our sweat and blood he drinks as thirsty mad dog Beating and enslaving us, trading with our souls His wealth is great, gained by means unholy and evil Locked away in secret chambers beneath his walls The lord of our land has made a pact with a pact with the devil himself! Torture and death awaits those who rebel, everyone hates him! No good death awaits you, no peace in the afterlife As you made us suffer, you now will suffer forever! Those who serve demons will be devoured by them Those who drink blood, in blood will be drowned! Your screams of death will roar from your castle The sorcerer's agony is the most horrible torture Your ghost will haunt the halls of your home To bring fear to the living on dark Autumn nights The lord of our land has made a pact with a pact with the devil himself! Torture and death awaits those who rebel, everyone hates him! We will drive an iron spike through your possesed heart! Our prayers and curses will burn and prevail against you! Your accursed head will rest between your feet Your coffin we bind in strong copper chains! Bring the word to the people, the vengeance has come The lord of our land has been taken to hell by the devil

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025