The Sword
Album • 2008
This track is instrumental.
Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra Your foes lying dead at your feet Look to the sky for a good star to guide you And pray that the morning you'll meet Tresses of fire Skin white as snow Promising pleasure She brings only woe In the far northern reaches Where dark mountains rise high Enchantress beseeches That you give up your life Witch of the wastes Dancing on snows Lord of the gallows Takes what he's owed A wisp of gossamer is all that remains...
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
So many men have fallen So many more must die Cut down like wheat beneath a scythe And through our limbs may be weary of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows We face an endless host of foes How heavy this axe Burden carried from birth Wrought in Stygian visions By the gods of the earth Upon the hallowed mountain The gods convene To mourn the death of our ancient queen Keepers of sacred fire Awaken from your sleep Drink from the cup of memory
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
The lords of the passes are arming their vassals You'll find no shelter that way The conscripts they've taken have never returned And our hopes fade with each passing day The gates of the keeps are all closing And broken men wander the roads The farmers have fled to the forests Burning their fields as they go The dukes of the marches have ordered their archers To shoot all outlanders on sight Turn back your horses before it's too late There'll be no safe crossing this night Hear the horns, pounding hooves Visions of cities aflame Wailing cries, dawn of doom Die by the sword or in chains Men kneel in temples of madness False prophets spread discord and fear Darkness descends once again They say the Lords of the Last Days rule here
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Cast out from the lands of their births Banished from hearth and home All brothers must swear the oath Forsaking all they've known If you choose to take the black Bid farewell to comforts great and small Those who do, don't come back Prepare yourself for life on the wall Night gathers and the watch begins The wind carries an unnatural chill There are things beyond the northern borders Mere steel can't kill Men who choose to take the black Rogues and rangers, one and all Those who do, won't come back Prepare yourself for life on the wall
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
The maiden sitting by her pool Was first to hear my pleas As she gazed into the water She recited these words to me: Walk not down that road I can not tell you where it goes Ask me no more questions Some things you weren't meant to know The mother toiling in the fields Her apron full of seeds She dropped them to the earth As she recited these words to me: Walk not down that road I can not tell you where it goes Ask me no more questions Some things you weren't meant to know The greater mysteries Cannot be shown Divided by three They are the maiden, the mother, the crone Finally I found the crone Walking through the trees She looked in my eyes And she recited these words to me: Go before the maiden Fall down to your knees Should you win her favor She may tell you what she sees The harvest is reaped Seeds are sown Multiplied by three She is the maiden, the mother, the crone
Taken away from under the boughs Far from the sheltering glens Imprisoned by wizards to sing for a serpent In the guise of a man They come with teeth and tusks and talons They come with horns and hooves and claws A wailing cry is heard deep within the forest A bestial host heeds the king stag's call Watch them come from lands all around To hear the maiden in white Sing her songs of sorrow and love In the hall of the king tonight She was stolen from under the boughs Away from the sheltering glens Imprisoned by wizards to sing for a serpent In the guise of a man In a wood untouched by axes Creatures dwell unseen by men Songs are sung by a virgin princess Heard but once and never again They come with teeth and tusks and talons They come with horns and hooves and claws A wailing cry is heard deep within the forest The bestial host heeds the king stag's call Watch them come from lands all around To hear the maiden in white Sing her songs of sorrow and love In the hall of the king tonight Soon his heralds shall sound the alarm As the faery queen's armies draw near And the maiden shall cease her lament As the wicked men cry out in fear In a wood untouched by axes Creatures dwelt unseen by men Songs were sung by a virgin princess Heard but once and never again
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River Summoned by the beating of drums Our number is few and our errand is dire We do what must be done At the bidding of the high priest The tribes gather for war Evil sorcery is unleashed Upon the opposite shore Make your stand with the great hound The frontier is lost Black waters lie before you Together you cross Take heart! Do not fear When you know Your death nears We shall build you a cairn beyond the black river Where no one will disturb your rest There you shall lay in your helm and your harness With your sword across your breast Now take a quick moment to answer this question as the ferry approaches the shore Will you have the coin to pay for your passage and the courage to take up the oar?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Cast out from the lands of their births Banished from hearth and home All brothers must swear the oath Forsaking all they've known If you choose to take the black Bid farewell to comforts great and small Those who do, don't come back Prepare yourself for life on the wall Night gathers and the watch begins The wind carries an unnatural chill There are things beyond the northern borders Mere steel can't kill Men who choose to take the black Rogues and rangers, one and all Those who do, won't come back Prepare yourself for life on the wall
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
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