Halcyon

And let he who hath no honour cast the first stone Born of the serpent, their bastard dynasty tremble In fear behind armour of scorn Mocking the valour of those proud enough To stand mighty, to stand true But no more! For I would cast them out from the glory of the sombre forest Crush them, lest they bask in the radiance of the winter moon Pluck out their weak and worthless hearts So no more they profane this hallowed kingdom Aye, and let my words ring clear Throughout England's fair lands So all our brethren rejoice That our time of deliverance is at hand The night is upon us and on her black wings we shall ride.... To victory!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Eden burned, I watched in anger Crimson rains swept truth away The Janus tribe bask in glory Such weak vision still held sway Craven offspring rape the memory A dance macabre upon the grave Usurpers to a throne of shadows Puppet masters are mere slaves An embryo of one last hope A golden era of one last dream Their righteous passions, a burning fear We die as brothers, and ride with Tyr Honour drank as finest wines Banquet upon the spirit Nefarious they feast in fury In hunger of an empire's fall Smite with malice falsehoods bane Keep vigil over my tempered sword Amaranthine crescendo of virulence Ebony veiled, the masque of war

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

From lack of hope, confusion and anger Nightgaunts they mock, my brooding tragedy Her word made flesh And seek us not, in the darkside we dwell A realm of broken hope and madness A myriad of unemotional hell Starborn she serenades My one desire, a fleeting touch Draw down the sun - reborn Words unspoken now forever gone Open your mind and open your heart Peace my child in this place of dark The shroud of dirt may obscure her light The pain increases as time drifts by The muted pleas she cannot hear In the cold damp earth of unspoken fear

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Cleanse my wounds in winter moon desire This endless quest for sanctuary pure As formless leviathans swim Avernian seas Crystal citadels call me in my dreams Desolate epochs, the statues they weep Through eons passing, the guardians still sleep The towers of silence A fortress of strength This wealth of compassion Would ease my descent My heart greets forests, once sacred, profane The earth my mistress in pleasure and pain Seeking solace in the glory that was Of hidden shrines to gods now lost Amongst hopes ruins to find my true place I orphaned of heritage a man of no race Cleanse my wounds in winter moon desire This endless quest for sanctuary pure Drown nights sorrow, in rapture divine Enchantment delirium, and yet do I seek Winter moon rapture, the ebb of her light But I cannot see, for the tears in my eyes Winter moon rapture, the ebb of her light

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Hear the pounding army of the night The call of metal summons us tonight And gather we on this site To behold the power and the might We wear leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night Off with the lights, hear the screams See the banging heads awaken to their dreams. The sound of metal so loud it cracks the beams Played by warriors called the Metal Kings. A hero's welcome for those who heed the call. We are together, we are all. With hands high fists fill the air Against the world we stand. Hands high forever we'll be there, Gloves of Metal rule tonight. Yea A hero's welcome for those who heed the call. We are together, we are all. With hands high fists fill the air Against the world we stand. Hands high forever we'll be there, Gloves of Metal rule tonight. Yea Leather, Metal, Spikes and Chains Gloves of Metal raised to show the brave. Into the darkness march the armies of the night. Bound by metal we live the fight. We wear leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night With hands high fists fill the air Against the world we stand. Hands high forever we'll be there, Gloves of Metal rule tonight. Yea

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 14, 2025