Eternal Defiance

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Entering the dark stone hall The inner sanctum They felt an eerie presence Something ancient, something strong Black iron box in the darkness Inside the niche across the hall This was what they had to defend This was where their master went To seek the counsel of the living head To seek the counsel of the baphomet 10.000 strong, they stormed the walls To end the gruelling siege To battle, murder and destroy The last crusader keep Defended by 300 knights This was their final stand 10.000 souls had stormed the walls The knights gave up the fight Inside the crypt the head recalled The story of his life... Dark eyes surveyed them from inside Terrible soul-searing sight Eyes shimmering with ancient knowledge Eyes filled with ancient pride The head of a Roman Emperor Adored with a laurel crown? Or the face of a Celtic king With runic Ogham carved? This was what they had to defend This was where their master went To seek the counsel of the living head To seek the counsel of the Baphomet "10.000 souls had stormed the walls The knights gave up the fight Inside the crypt the head recalled The story of his life..."

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Once this day was but a dream Yet now I'm here and this is real This moment will live on through all times The hills of Spain I'll leave behind Today I'll join the legion with pride The time has come to say goodbye Today, my son, we must part ways Go forth beyond the hills of Spain O, my son, the heavens you could scale Yet only Gods may live forevermore As for man, nothing of his days remains Unless you earn yourself a name Beneath the Eagle you will march To fight for Rome, to slay or die Under the Eagle you will ride To fight to the end and then fight again To fight to the end and then fight again If word should come of my demise Then do not cry and keep in mind That I'll have found a good way to die So march, my son, under the Roman Eagle On the road from where there is no way back Let your dreams forever be your guide And inspire you to deeds of heroic might Yet you, my son, unlike other men Are blessed with a special trade To look beyond the veil of time And turn the hand of fate Beneath the Eagle I will march To fight for Rome, to slay or die Under the Eagle I will ride To fight to the end and then fight again To fight to the end and then fight again If word should come of your demise Then I won't cry and keep in mind That you'll have found a good way to die Doubt is lurking in my mind For what I've seen in my weirdest dream Eternal life, it can't be real And though indeed I will earn fame... History will erase my name

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Shield to shield with banners high War and conquest on their minds Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred To the West the legion marched From triumph to triumph Time and time again Rising through the ranks Young Macsen gained command Sword to sword with banners high Assigned to light the African tribes Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred To the South the legion marched For respect is much harder to earn Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield Friendship makes one weak not strong To do whatever has to be done Side by side with banners high To the last one they would fight Relentless, fearless to the end But none of them he called his friend From triumph to triumph Time and time again Commanding them to certain death He rather wants respect Spear to spear with banners high Assigned to stop barbarian tribes Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred To the Fast the legion marched For respect is much harder to earn Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield Friendship makes one weak not strong To do whatever has to be done Side by side with banners high To the last one they would fight Relentless, fearless to the end Each one of them he called his friend

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Marching on to Dinas Brân The ravens called his name Bearer of the Eagle Red To Britain Macsen came A dream of certain death Unveiled to him one night Incursion of the Scots and Picts The onset to the fight Possessed by battle lust he fell For that day he would meet his end But the dream did not reveal The power of the grail of Brân The shards still held strength Honouring his brave demise The druids baptised him Before he died The shards of Pair Dadeni, Restored and blessed again The cauldron of Rebirth, Immortalised through Brân The past no longer of concern Only future you can effect A single dream can make a change Reshape the world and alter fate The shards of Pair Dadeni, Restored and blessed again The cauldron of Rebirth, Immortalised through Brân Magic shards restored his life Miracle for all men to see In his veins its power reigned What about his guiding dreams? Crowned King at Dinas Brân The ravens called his name Bearer of the Dragon Red In Britain Macsen stayed

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

After the hunt, In the heat of the day, The Emperor rested From the gruelling chase As he closed his eyes And gave in to his dreams His mind took him Over mountains and streams To the fairest of islands ever known Through the gates of a mighty keep To an old king on an ivory throne And a maiden on a golden seat His closed eyes had never seen A maiden more fair than She As he kneeled beside her gilded chair She softly sang into his ear "Emperor of Rome, You know I am real Let me love you Beyond your dream" Alas right there and then The emperor's sleep came to an end "It's better to be alone", he thought "I have wars to wage, battles to fight Love always leads to pain and loss" But the maiden's song stuck in his mind "Emperor of Rome, You know I am real If you love me You'll come to me" He searched the lands And gave in to his dream His quest took him Over mountains and streams To the British islands he would roam Through the gates of a towering keep There sat an old king on an ivory throne And a maiden on a golden seat His open eyes had never seen A maiden more fair than She As he kneeled beside her gilded chair He softly sang into her ear "Empress of Rome, I knew you were real Let me love you Beyond my dreams"

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Seven lengthy years ago Crowned king on British soil Ruler of the western throne Commanding Britain, Spain and Gaul At Helen's side he ruled the realm Raising castles, building roads Until one day the message came Of his banishment from Rome His title stripped, allies gone They murdered and destroyed them all No longer emperor of the west Disgrace he never would accept Under the Eagle Macsen left To die or triumph over Gaul Under the Dragon he'd return Retaliate and conquer Rome A Celtic army Macsen raised To march and take the throne To join him in his wrath for Rome A Celtic army Macsen raised To march and take the throne To aid him in his rage for revenge Sons of Eudav crushed the gates Dragon army entered Rome Emperor caught and slain Magnus Maximus sat on the Throne Macsen's rage had died in blood Reflecting on his throne he sat Since everything that he had touched Was now forever changed... His title stripped, allies gone They murdered and destroyed them all No longer emperor of the west Disgrace he never would accept Under the Eagle Macsen left To die or triumph over Gaul Under the Dragon he returned Retaliate and conquer Rome A Celtic army Macsen raised To march and take the throne To join him in his wrath for Rome To aid him in his rage for revenge

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Rushing into battle The onset to defeat It's Roman killing Roman A clash of West and East Invasion near Aemona The onset to defeat It's Roman against Roman A clash of West and East Each and all decisions wrong Bringing pain and misery His guiding dreams have come undone Calling forth his destiny The balance of the world seems gone At Aquileia his final stand Cursed with dreadful visions Attacked with overwhelming force Surrounded by eastern legions The Battle of the Save Why didn't he foresee? His guiding dreams have come undone Calling forth his destiny Rushing into battle The onset to defeat It's Roman killing Roman A clash of West and East At Aquileia his final stand Cursed with dreadful visions Attacked with overwhelming force Surrounded by legions Battle of the Save Why didn't he foresee? Incursions into Gaul His generals defeated The enemy victorious Conquering Gaul Attacked from every side Macsen wouldn't die A red mist came before his eyes Executed for all to see Finally his dreams made sense Embracing his dark destiny Magnus, The Emperor is dead Magnus Maximus The Emperor is dead Behold Penn Dragon The Dragon's Head

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

As ages went by The dreaming head survived Enclosed in a black shrine Oracle for the mighty and high Caught in a strange inner battle A place beyond time Its struggle within Unapparent from without Once all the power in the world was mine All that's left is moribund flesh And the power to keep my dreams alive Plant ideas in someone's mind My mind is trembling My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones My spirit is willing My dreams defiant past flesh and bone All the choices in the world are mine All that's left is drying flesh And the power to make my mark in time Plant ideas in someone's mind My mind a whirl of visions My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones My spirit is soaring My dreams defiant past flesh and bone As ages went by The dreaming head survived Enclosed in a black shrine Oracle for the mighty and high Heir to an ancient mystery From a place beyond time Its knowledge within Unapparent from without Once I went on a quest divine When all i had was a legion of men I sought and found eternal life I conquered the world and made it mine My mind is wide awake My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones My spirit is exulting My dreams defiant past flesh and bone My mind a well of power My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones My spirit undying My dreams defiant past flesh and bone But knowledge has to grow in time All that's left is lost days past The things I've done and left undone A dreaming head under a dawn sky As ages went by The dreaming head survived Enclosed in a black shrine Oracle for the mighty and high Cursed with immortality In a place beyond time Its dreams within Unapparent from without

In the dark The head was silent For all eternity Erased from memory Reflecting his desires To roam the world To travel from sky to sky To make his mark in time Immortal travesty Erased from history In the end He closed his eyes And gave himself to dreams...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Now, Mrs. McGrath, the sargent said, Would you like to make a soldier out of your son Ted? With a scarlet coat and a big cocked hat, Mrs. McGrath, wouldn't you like that? Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Now, Mrs McGrath lived on the shore And after seven years or more She spied a ship come into the bay With her son from far away "O captain dear, where have ye been? You been sailing the Mediterranean Have you news of my son Ted Is he living or is he dead?" Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Then came Ted without any legs And in their place two wooden pegs She kissed him a dozen times or two And said, "my God, Ted, is it you? Now were ye drunk or were ye blind When ye left your two fine legs behind? Or was it walking upon the sea That wore your two fine legs away?" Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa "Now I wasn't drunk and I wasn't blind When I left my two fine legs behind A cannonball on the fifth of May Tore my two fine legs away" "My, Teddy boy," the widow cried "Your two fine legs were yer mother's pride Stumps of a tree won't do at all Why didn't ye run from the cannonball?" Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa "All foreign wars I do proclaim Between Don John and the King of Spain I'd rather have my son as he used to be Than the King of France and his whole Navy" Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa Too-ri-aa fol-ded-dle-di-aa Too-ri-oo-ri-oo-ri-aa

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025