The Harmonic Passage
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Caught in a wasteland grey and oppressed Magical passage fly me away Breathtaking magic walking in dreams The world has found its harmony Apprentice sorcerer casting my spell Unleashing life held in my mind Magic vibrations thrilling the air Enchanted visions alive through my hands Harmonious lands are filling my eyes Shining and bright the endless skies Weaving new worlds within my mind Drawing colours always bright Sailing away from a starless night The way I've always tried to find Now it stands before my sight Harmonic passage to a land of light I'll never come back, this is my own realm Lying in the divine, еssence of mine Gods, bе my witnesses yield to my will I will keep writing forever this tale Harmonious lands are filling my eyes Shining and bright the endless skies Weaving new worlds within my mind Drawing colours always bright Sailing away from a starless night The way I've always tried to find Now it stands before my sight Harmonic passage to a land of light Dalle rovine di ciò che fu tesse una nuova realtà Un mondo neonato da egli forgiato, il regno di lui sarà Da sé incoronato su trono dorato, il sogno di lui vivrà L'Armonico Varco si accinge a solcar verso lande di antica beltà
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
We're the heritage of immortal days In flames and shades we forged our way Through the ices of north and the sands of the sun We travelled in aeons to let not fade the flame We’re descent of the immemorial age A sea of light a wisdom race And chaos will be with our rise And that shall be the beginning of time From the gold of the heaven thrones From the steel of thе heathen swords They will mеrge what is right and wrong And bring perfection in this world From the depth of forgotten tombs From the prophet's flesh and blood They shall wake a shining truth And forge perfection in this world We shall sweep away metaphysic's pain Thou shalt not weep another day The end shall be the start of life The consciousness of our kind! As we have died in flames for the flame of life We’ve walked in snow to find the ice Existing on the shadow line We burn ourselves to feed the light! From the gold of the heaven thrones From the steel of the heathen swords They will merge what is right and wrong And forge perfection in this world From the ashes of ancient tombs To the glitter of golden domes They'll unfold the words untold And bring perfection in this world Of darkness and pain In the flames of a million pyres In the heat of a thousand fires They will shine and they will die Deemed heresy their word From the gold of the heaven thrones To the circles of ancient stones They will change what is right and wrong And forge perfection in this world Bound to the earth and led to fly Living and everdying Hated and doomed to the fire Keepers of the flame rise
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
I live And I feel alive I live for a dream Fighting for the feelings of my soul My heart is open From the tears not fallen I draw hope I see myself Forced to the depth of silence Last pain's call Is now taking hold of me Impotent in front of beauty able to fly up I live for a dream I'm in need of something more, my soul is shining But my wings are tied Impotent in front of beauty able to fly up I live for a dream I'm in need of something more, my soul is shining But my wings are tied Watching the sky With the green in my eyes And the winter in my hеart I live
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Fire is crackling in this sunrise My son of winter, son of heart and mind Fading the colour of the ancient wisdom For your coronation I will sacrifice myself I will live and you will grow White branches are rising Your roots are firm Grow high and proud, my faith is blind Black crows are dead White doves are flying Sweet crimson pureness, I will love you Until the daybreak fades my greedy fancies Flowers of evil near leaves of life Enchanted colours echo from black eyes of child I will live and you will grow White branches are rising Your roots are firm Grow high and proud, my faith is blind Black crows are dеad White doves are flying I'm thе winter, I'm the cold I'm the feeling never told I'm the truth, I'm the lies I'm the teardrop from your eyes I'm the emotion without name I am joy, I am pain I'm the tree of the night I'm the white of your might Grow high and proud, my faith is blind Black crows are dead White doves are flying I will live and you will grow White branches are rising Your roots are firm Grow high and proud, my faith is blind Black crows are dead White doves are flying I will live and you will grow White branches are rising Your roots are firm Grow high and proud, my faith is blind Black crows are dead White doves are flying
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Nelle aule in rovina di Nargothrond Si era annidato il flagello degli elfi Il verme dorato di Morgoth, primo tra i draghi La sua folle stregoneria abbatteva ogni nemico La sua empia avidità permeava ogni luogo A lui diede la caccia Tùrin, possente tra gli uomini Che in cambio della vita ebbe vendetta
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
In Nargothrond with elven gold The worm of Morgoth made its throne Among their gems, among their bones Among the rests of Fingon's folk Dark spellcaster, poison tongued With eyes of frost and skin of gold Both men and elves were bare, unsheltered Against his subtle science His shroud of poison and deceit In Beleriand hath made him king Until he met the blackened Turìn On his trail of violence Sower of insanity, sorcerеr of deceit You're paying for all your cruеlty Your evil spell shall be revealed Creature of obscurity Foresee your defeat because Soon the blackened sword Shall pierce your throat! "Hail, worm of Morgoth! Well met again! Die now and the darkness have thee! Thus is avenged" Then his revenge he took riving his flesh But, last of spells, he would be driven to Death Death to his kin, to his love, to his Niniel Death for himself, from his own bloody sword Sorrow and grief for the deeds of his hands Anguish and weep for his own mayhem Many heroes proud and bold Had fought against the Golden worm They died in fire, the ones who tried Burnt in poison was the hand That struck him dead in the end His last words an heritage Of evil and defiance Sower of insanity, sorcerer of deceit You're paying for all your cruelty Your evil spell shall be revealed Creature of obscurity Foresee your defeat because Soon the blackened sword Shall pierce your throat Shall cut your tongue And spill your blood Faded the mist At the death of the beast Died in death Evil and wretched
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Victory Victory March! Victory March! March!
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Dalle nebbie di Avalon alle nebbie della mente Avea viaggiato lo stregone senescente Nelle vene il ricordo dell'antico potere Nella mente il timore di svanire La stessa gioventù dopo averlo abbandonato Ben presto lo tradì e fu fautrice del suo fato Nei panni di una donna dal divino candore Il mago fu stregato al suo venire Fu nella grotta di cristallo Ch'egli comprese il suo tranello Falso amore aveva offerto Allo stregone vecchio e stanco Fu in quella gabbia di cristallo Che disse addio a questo mondo Il nobile figlio del falco Saggio e profeta verecondo Dalle sue arti di donna egli si lasciò circuire Le sue arti di mago le permise di carpire E quand'ella ebbe in pugno tale nuovo potere Il mago stritolò tra le sue spire Nell'antro scintillante in cui conobbe l'avvenire Di regni ed eroi e il destino del suo sire Rinchiuso in eterno, sortilegio crudele In un sonno destinato a non finire Il suo regno però tuttora vive Eterne tenebre e rimpianti Ciò che resta di Myrddin Fu mago ed artefice di epoche E a Camelot diede un Re! Fu nella grotta di cristallo Ch'egli comprese il suo tranello Falso amore aveva offerto Allo stregone vecchio e stanco Fu in quella gabbia di cristallo Che disse addio a questo mondo Il profeta, moribondo Di un glorioso nuovo mondo
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Secular oppression of mankind Forced in a void of hunger and silence Thraldom has been part of our mind Immemorial grief is crying for vengeance Nourishing our enemy we are Snake in our bosom the Leviathan rising Slavery has imprinted us with scars Repression will not last the emmets are waking Crown to the crowds Kings down their thrones One day the world will refuse their control All shall be kings Slave of no one Subject of freedom Crown to the crowds Kings down their thrones One day the world will refuse their control All shall be kings Slave of no one Subject of freedom Kingship has decided over us Disguised as a kind of participation Securing the stillness of the mass Prosecuting itself through blood and election Our word has been hidden in the dark Identifying the enemy outside The seal of the king the owning mark Has been impressed in wax and flesh Crown to the crowds Kings down their thrones One day the world will refuse their control All shall be kings Slave of no one Subject of freedom Crown to the crowds Kings down their thrones One day the world will refuse their control All shall be kings Slave of no one Subject of freedom The destiny of power is to fall Freedom is our trail, it's our duty to follow So you people hear my call The battle has begun, it will end with the fall of gods No more kings for us all Sharpen your swords, for tonight blue blood they will shed This shall be our glorious dawn These streets will see the crowds tear the crown from the royal head Crown to the crowds Kings down their thrones One day the world will refuse their control All shall be kings Slave of no one Subject of freedom Crown to the crowds Kings down their thrones One day the world will refuse their control All shall be kings Slave of no one Subject of freedom
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Every ruinous paw could cut a vulgar iron blade Every dreadful touch could overwhelm an entire platoon His armour forged with a metal from the sky A gear is the soul of a Panserbjørne Lies in the heart of all storms The frostbitten fortress of Panserbjørne The hammers, the screams and the roars Of the coldest wind and warmest forge Bred onto frozen lands Armored death, merciless tanks Warriors forging their own souls In an hellish smithy of starfall This is why a bear is born To wear the skin of a Panserbjørne Strong innate sense for deceit No feint, no trick Their metal can't even be breached By the subtlest coward's falsities This is why a bear is born To wear the skin of a Panserbjørne Every ruinous paw could cut a vulgar iron blade Every dreadful touch could overwhelm an entire platoon His armour forged with a metal from the sky A gear is the soul of a Panserbjørne He came back to claim his throne Renegade prince, true savage will To face a human behaving king Abomination of mannerism Lost in obsession and lust Through a little child he couldn't see (Silvertongue) Stately and proud he could win But he paid with life his vanity 'cause This is why a bear is born To wear the skin of a Panserbjørne Every ruinous paw could cut a vulgar iron blade Every dreadful touch could overwhelm an entire platoon His armour forged with a metal from the sky A gear is the soul of a Panserbjørne
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
This is not enough All falls inside me A way to bright unknown Endless well Light through the piece of wood Reversing Heaven's rays What can fill my pit? Endless well Embracing my life Between tears and smiles My well is endless Now and for eternity Burnt by light and Vast as the ocean I am blessed by a curse I'm a witness of other worlds Deep as Hell A well, an endless well
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Spell of the undone, cast the senseless Hymns in silence rise from nowhere Leak in the order, woeful anthem Summons echoes of the submerged Beneath the ice and the fire 'Neath the rock an empire Of broken beings and betrayed Their song rises from the underneath Wretched and hopeless rotting dreamlands They have found out there's no healer Fooled by appearance, rotting dreamers They are bound to their nightmares Now I can see them, feel the hatred Feel the pain in their essence Now I can see them in the mirror I am nearest to the bottom of all All is fading to the sunrise Nothing but what I used to be An endless night of light and dusk is Over by now, I am awake The spell is undone by the heartless World of silence and enslaved Back to the order I am saved From the deep of my conscience The passage is open, know the danger If you go through do remember Let the sun rise and fade the dreamlands Dreams do never never end A tragic dawning to all my travels Back to the world that I despised A troubled night of eerie and awe is Over by now, I am awake Dalle basse e dall'alte regioni Spiriti erranti, salite, scendete! In sempiterna oscurità (Il sognator fallito sta) Il sognator compiuto sa (Che finire dovrà) Il suo risveglio giungerà (Il suo sogno rimarrà per sempre là) Per sempre vivo là (Sempre vivo) Là, ben celato alla realtà (Il sentier perdurerà) Sempr'aperto per chi sa (Che tornare dovrà) Al suo mondo riederà (Se la via ricorderà potrà tornar) Sarà il suo nido (Il suo nido) Vive le valli forgiate per me Tra le cime dei monti di antica ed austera beltà (Là, la via ei ritroverà, la via ei ricorderà, la via, la via, la via, trovar) Io temei di naufragar (Un terribile fragor) D'improvviso ogni color (Divorato dal ner) Io fui preso dal terror (Ed a monito color) Che avean fallito ('Vean fallito) Incubi i sogni forgiati da me Puniran l'abbandono di ogni realtà (Preda l'uomo del suo io, preda l'uomo del suo mito) Destar, realtà, destar, realtà Desto infine, egli sa che tornerà ma non potrà restar!
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026