Empires in the Sun

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One day it started all, when our world came to be And out of the wings we appeared We couldn't realize yet what we would become A higher form; a greater final sum Swiftly arose new structures yet unseen Many hands made one; the way it's meant to be Unshackled now, we're boundless and free Exquisite It feels exquisite Time is the enemy, that's how it often seems Recall it can lead you to your dreams So take a leap of faith, it's surely guaranteed: If you believe, you will succeed! Exquisite It feels exquisite Exquisite It's called exquisite No one can tell you what the future holds in store But rest assured it starts with you Keep your head high now, through all that may aggrieve Eyes on the goal you've to achieve Exquisite It feels exquisite Exquisite It's called exquisite

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Charles de Batz-Castelmore d'Artagnan (1611 - 1673) I'm a musketeer and a gentleman soldier For the King of the Sun Master of arms and the rapier's dance My life the author inspired, and then here turned four Adventurers with valorous hearts Into hist'ry this company rides For love and what is right Oh, it's a timeless tale Villains and heroes You know our names Oh, our moral stand tall All for one and one for all! John "Calico Jack" Rackham (1682 - 1720) I'm a buccaneer and the Skull and Swords fly O'er the Caribbean brine Out on Revenge; a brigand's reverie For all the sea is my pasture And men fear my name Rage forth ye Elements; there's Hell to pay! Ever by fire and temper assailed Onto fortune we sail Oh, I fanned the flames Wild in youth and years, the bonfire blazed! Oh, it's a pirate's path for me An illustrious life and a grave at sea Erich Alfred Hartmann (1922 - 1993) They call me the Knight, they call me the Kid But I'm the Devil in your sky And you'll never see my approach Another volley of machine gun fire Another kill to count, push it higher Alas, right's not on my side Oh, we're brothers in artillery Friends, foes and fighters, we shaped your history Oh, for duty, wealth or charm We live our lives for powder and arms For powder and arms!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Into shelter we are born Safe in the eye of the storm Free still from the yoke of the years I want to step outside Take it all within my stride A simple life, with simple mores and ideals Then in the acidic air We're thrust, engulfed, impaired And somewhere along, you have to make a stand All we are All we do Tumbles down While all we've to know: Where do we go to untie the threads of our lives? How do I know when loss is a gain? And may we grow beyond our confines Where we'll find a way to go And as we shamble in the dust Through the ruin and the rust So rarely a rest or respite And as we strive for the sun The watch, it keeps us on the run Deified; Time Undefied All we are All we do Crumbles, down But all I want to know: Where do we go to ponder the lengths of our lives? How can I show my worth before the end? Just take it slow; there are answers in time Subtle signs of a way to go All that I fear Is a life without a meaning Without chances; eyes fixed on yesterday I want to be alive Not merely to survive An open road, to err and try and stray All we are and all we do crashes down It's not a matter of 'if'; it's one of 'when' But all need know: Where do we go When we cross the threshold of life? When'll we know all that lies ahead? Oh, somewhere out there are the answers I'm sure A light sublime That we'll find If we just go

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Always in for a new sensation Never any sign of regret You live for the power of domination The shortest way is straight ahead Always in for causing consternation You don't care about the rest at all Ever stopped along the way to wonder Who will be there before you take the fall? In life there's truth, but who's to tell Who is right and who is wrong? You're caught inside the middle There's always light before the dark And then you dwell until you hear the whistle So then you know for sure that you shall face the fact There's more than meets the eye And so you go - your final season Trying to confront your inner self What did you learn that was so dearly needed? The mirror cracks and shatters on the shelf On the horizon waits the final frontier There's no way back; no chance to turn around And now before eternal darkness sets in All that matters floods through silent sound In life there's truth, but who's to tell Who's right; who's wrong? You're caught inside the middle There's always light before the dark And then you dwell until you hear the whistle So then you know for sure that you shall face the fact There's more than meets the eye We're all just passing by In the Grand Gallery of Time May we hold on for a while And hope there's more than meets the eye In life there's truth, but who's to tell Were you right, were you wrong? You're caught inside the middle Embraced by fear you need the tale But now there's only just a riddle There's always light before the dark And then you dwell until you hear the whistle So now you know for sure that you shall face the fact There's more than meets the eye

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

"Thus shall transpire My dream of Empire The set of the sun o'er territories won My will be done 'til my kingdom come" "And my right, regal gaze with pride shall survey: Terraces tiled with gardens green Palaces grand in golden sheen Hallways hued with the flush of the feud Far as may see; beneath, behind and between" I don a kingly guise; a pageantry Thy Majesty; A fate that lies with me Now behold! The world shall turn by my hand From sea to sand My reign come over you Sometimes we see Clear as day our destiny Mine thy sovereign sole, supreme Now I know The yoke upon a royal brow This I avow: My crest shall bear a crown So sings my soul Ablaze with aspiration A will to reach my heart out Over sky and shore A want for ever more A flame inside Where do we go When every border is an end And none may content Their breadth I'll grow The swing of the sword To strike or ward The privilege of kings to deliver The world is a stage For passion plays And all the weight and woes to consider And calls for crueller hands So you march (March!) On (On!) Before the Might and the Master Call out your cries 'Fore a King you despise Serfdom is all that you'll know As I rise (Rise!) Ever on (On!) My statue will stand For a thousand years As I die Now burns my home The frailty of my rule they sense Ephemeral the power By blood and blade Too late for me Pride before the fall And none shall recall my dream In the sun

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

I still remember the world we shared Summers were longer and people still cared Listened in stereo to bright new sounds Before a time where everything should surround Yeah, the songs are still in my head You see 'em supplanted by staleness instead We have become the old generation Who knew the spirit of radio Here is to the old generation Without a fight we go Who still recalls the love in the streets The wit of Cato and of Sellers 'neath the sheets The charm of Nouvion, the heroes of France You'd listen carefully; she'd say it only wance Oh, it's an ill and ugly blow Such indoctrination; you all no longer know We have become the old generation We were still right in our heads Here is to the old generation Who had some right, old sense When did we take this turn for the worse? When did the line between the Self and the ego get blurred? The lost arts of subtlety and grace No longer relevant; the numb and ennuied have their way We celebrate the degeneration Magic and mirth, I miss you so Fear and lament the new generation See how their mores sink low

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

There's no rest in the raging season For those who travel alone Grey skies my sole reprieve As the winter swallows me Nevermore the moon shall rise Upon this dark sanctuary Watch as the raven flies The herald of Man's obituary I steal along a lost dominion And feel the winter falling I scoured the sky to still the storm Yet brought it on in turn Nevermore the moon shall rise Upon this dark sanctuary Watch as the raven flies The herald of Man's obituary Bound to a need to know what lay on I scaled the damned redoubt The keep forbidden; why, I know now For in the ancient tower I traced the script the wrong way around So the bell would ring in a new dawn Yet tolled our final hour Nevermore the moon shall rise Upon this dark sanctuary Watch as the raven flies The herald of Man's obituary For whom the gods decide First they sap thy sanity Behold the written lines Consigning us to memory

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

The glorious burden surrounds you with light Tremendous achievements All are believed to be right Gone the shame Redeemed for pain But instantly eased, straight and sheer Successful man The masterplan The valleys of gold to appear Itchin' and achin' All cast away into black Itchin' and achin' Not to return, to come back Relentless decisions thrown into the fold Diffusing behaviour, fierce and emotionally cold No-one's defence This white substance Brought to us through air and sea No more plan Self-destructive man Left to die remorsefully Itching and aching All cast away into black Scratching and crawling Not to return, to come back Itchin' and achin' What's cruel defined holds the key Climbing the ladder Upper-class society Some will say it all depends on circumstance Or so they claim As long as we believe these lies Our stronghold casts away, the shame Itchin' and achin' From sheep to wolf reconceived Scratching and crawling Legacy's born, loath retrieved Itchin' and achin' What's cruel defined holds the key Climbing the ladder Dead-eyed society

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Chapter I: The Minstrel (Prologue) "Let me tell you of a summer in thirteen-oh-two A tale that might not be too known to you In the hist'ry of our region, oft and fond retold Of how Flanders' fortune did unfold It carries on a message, we all can relate On love and life and the fickle hand of Fate Lustrous was our legacy, of Bruges and Ghent; our kin Yet on our feats the Fleur-De-Lis did grin Prosp'rous were our ports and affluent our trade Thus ever higher the penalties we paid King Edward rolled the dice, and oh, how steep the price And cruel Le Bel wrung harder at the vice Woe upon our fair folk! A lament on all the land A nation sapped by an iron hand Sombre was the season, frightful it forebode To our people hear now my humble ode"

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Chapter II: A Sombre Season Jan Breydel: 't is a frightful scene In the fourteenth century Our annexation and infringements on On our liberty And all the sinister deeds Endorsed by French decree Their domination draped o'er our Dominion free Know these words true: I would stay here with you If it were another way Woe's on our sills A situation unsustainable It cannot go on Summer has gone And the wind drives us on Through a sombre season I'll lay down my life In defence of those I love 'Til naught of me remains My friends, it pains me to see The yoke on our society So hard to discern in this age The sinful from the sage Chapter III: The Strategist Pieter De Coninck: Dear friend, have patience, I beg you A little faith; for plans, I swear, are laid... And as our lenience dwindles to no thing So allegiances are forged in the shade Keep holding on! Time befriends those who wait Let us not fear now In the end, all debts are paid Chapter IV: The Matins of Bruges The assembly of the Guilds: This is a cauldron, and it's scalding hot It's boiling over, and meek we're not It's reached the point of saturation, such is clear And so it seems we're all agreed: It's time they go! Outside our cities flash a thousand stars On every tongue the call; in the moon The points of arms Like a stone in sleeping water, the ripples spread And those who cannot pronounce will wake up dead Chapter V: A Tally of Fates Johanna of Navarra: "I would not assume exemption, my child I'm sure you know who I am Let us not pretend; consider this advice Your amnesty's so tentative And as you listen now, angry and afraid All your lives within my grasp All your chances riven from the start For I rule your world" Adolf van Nieuwland (to Machteld): "And yet there's hope while my heart hammers for thee And our minstrels sing their songs Let's make all of this a land of the free A place to right the wrongs! I'll carry you to the ends of the earth With our love as the steel I shall wield Some day the Lion shall shine upon my shield Consider this a vow I'll make good on, somehow" Chapter VI: Shadows in the Night Jan Breydel: Before the light of dawn we steal Through golden fields Mere shadows in the night Near insatiable the desire to rid our Homes of those who wronged it so... Chapter VII: Fleur-De-Lis (interlude) Instrumental Chapter VIII: The Eve of the War We will overthrow the throne By the strength in our sinews and bone Our freedom we take back today! And now we march to war Who of us will see tomorrow? Yet from these chains we must be freed Oh, oh... Chapter IX: The Battle of the Golden Spurs Instrumental Chapter X: The Lion So we live on 'til another day And we roar: "Vloanderen Den Lieu!" See our claws gleam this grim July And we cry: "Flanders! The Lion!"

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Chapter XI: The Minstrel - Reprise (Epilogue) Now seest thou the lion arise Upon the proud and golden fields And as he awakes, ye fiends Thus to crimson the white lily yields And as time devours our towns And thrones not one may stand Never shall subside our home Our people and our land

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025