Emprise to Avalon

Myrddin: Now the seal is broken which captured all misery while dark hands of fate fulfilled the augury The script of this tragedy Now lies in my hands I read the lines, realize the signs how the story ends The High King is dead struck by his vision greater than men It`ll spread out through time... an eternal rhyme - sic transit gloria mundi - A challenge between darkness and light Medraut and his clansmen of terror A discordant soul burnt the seed with voices of blight Take my hand I`ll be your guide On the battlefield of wrath Read my mind I´ll show you the light Birth of a vision sealed by your death I am Taliesin with swordlike words the rhyme for reason and truth against the world Solo: Arkadius I am Merlin a fiction with chanting spells a herold of fate I am Myrddin the link to reality a sage, a wizard an everlasting mystery A threefold existence in a darkane time I am now and forever A futile persistance between me and life Lasting since auld lang syne...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Myrddin: Hear my words Earl of Gwent I am the fatherless one Drain the lake and rouse the dragons Take my blood Yon stronghold will never stand For the hour of doom is rung See the dragons rise into the air They`ll be figting sore and long For a wise man will come to take the crown When even the house Of romulus fell His final fate No seer can foretell There`s a greater place Beyond the realms of lethe There`s a flaming trace in our heart When a memory becomes myth

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Myrddin: Oh, remembering the words The vision of the sage He summoned all the heathen breed A black hearts dream of a new age Taint and vicious life he cried Strongest of his kind Shattered by a fateful might A carnal spell devoured his fiery mind Distrust and treason The strong will survive Is no virtue of reason While the whole land is moaning Oh, who`s worth to be king Revange! Hunt the king of Cornwall down The troops will march For they adore the cauldron All is fading to ashes, turning to war Oh, all you woeful warriors For yon weakness`ll never be strength Cold and fearless you adore The lies of a madman right till the end And in a night of roaming shadows With a spell on his face He seduced the unaware widow Oh what murderous embrace So fate took its course With less rhyme than reason War and hate Will bear brighter days The night passed Its crown to the king of dawn This dream will last Till the day This new kingdom will come

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Arthur: I am the boar I took the head of bran Which kept the land so secure So hunt the godless Heathen host And dignity improves our valor Rise all you honest warriors Close the lines - fight with one hand Life is short and memories`ll last Fate itself cast us into war Years and tears of war have passed Camelot grew out of blood Truth and virtue reign side by side The night passed into light But not in my mind... Medrawt: I am the shadow of discord The void of lust Unaware begot in sin The nameless lord of distrust The shades`ll grow stronger Tainting all your joyful minds A coward creeping enemy Silently strikes you blind Arthur: Dark Lord of Orkney, scourge of lot My song of doom is also thine Caliburn`s my strength, Gwynhwyvar my shield My fate and task lays beyond time

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Through the unnatural silence rose a moan, As if from the very Earth itself. As it rose in volume it also rose in pitch, Until it was clear that it issued from the Standing stones of Salisbury plain. Inoxarably the sounds crescendoed into the Shrieking wail of the druids. While they turned to stone...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Arthur: Still the giants dance at salisbury plain Still my spirit wanders to reach this higher aim Straight to foreign shores of distance we call the gods for a quest of truth and wisdom As long as you see the giants dance My spirit wanders through the land Gwalchmei: Led by the strength of bran and the timeless kings of Avalon The four winds of the land I will strive for the caldron Bedwyr: Led by the swiftness of winds I will wander through the farest glens My sentence is my deed Is there a view of sense unknown? Arthur: Craving for some armament to outlast this cold royal path I can hear them call The king must fall Strayed by the four winds Over the land and far away through the dark and cold Hear my song of grief but there`s a tune that gone astray while the world grow old Menw: Each tone that ever met the wind finally reaches Math and so me sight and breathless I am believe and trust is a value for the weak

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Am I not worthy of fame and song for ever, In the four-cprnerend castle in the island of the strong door, Where twighlight and pitchy darkness meet together, And bright wine is the drink of the host ? Thrice enough to fill Arthur`s ship we crossed the waters. None but seven returned from the castle of the rulers, None but seven returned from Caer Rigor. I allow the kings of the story little honour That beyond the glass castle saw not the prowess of Arthur. Three-score hundrets arrayed along those ramparts With their watchmen we could scarce confer. Thrice enough to fill Prydwen we went with Arthur. None but seven returned from the castle of treasure, None but seven returned from Caer Colur I will not allow much praise to those of drooping courage. They know not on what day the ruler arose, Nor in what hour of the serene day the owner was born, Nor of what kind was his silver-headed beast. Ah, when we went with Arthur, mournful the memory, None but seven returned from Caer Ochren

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Arthur: "Shades`ll grow stronger" a dark voice calls out of the past Minds too weak to with stand to divide higher thoughts from barren lies Here I stand on the plain while dark forces gather around me hear the lament of the corvine goddess a sullen croon of my destiny The air resounds a song of doom all is lost only cairns will last Oh they`ll remain as a mute testemony to the valor of men who proudly defied the will of fate led by a vision to a bitter end Come on - you creatures of war and hate leader of the weak taste the steel of my blade Stouthearted I stand face to face with the darker side of mine well aware of my decline M y r d d i n: So here the story ends with trembly letters On this fateful script the kings herald brought to me Misery is a child of bliss and so the circles close to finally vanish into a haze of mystery All this I witnessed and even more as time passed by I saw the sons of romolns fall the one god rise and coldness survive ANOETH BID BET Y ARTHUR (A secret The Grave Of Arthur)

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

A nameless warrior: So long he is gone With a pale servile face His way led him through A cold bloody haze His yell pierced the cold ghastly morning As he raised his sword to fight evil So like millions before He died in his gore And those who survived Died in their minds For those who failed to care Were dead before Who loves his sword even loves war Four children he left behind With a mournin`mother All their dreams return nevermore Their world got lost - killed in war There on the field, with dew on his eyes His empty face stared up to the sky One final breath curses his foes No blessing for his beloved ones

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025