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Folded Cross
06:52
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FOLDED CROSS
Surge Domine et dissepentur inimici tu et fugiant qui oderunt te a facie tua...
This is a tale that starts upon a hill in Hammerwych
in the folded dales of Saxon Mercia
passed by on countless days
so many never knew that place
was once where armies rode before a conqueror
from legions shadows rose the spectre of a heathen king
dark as dragons blood and deep as ocean floor
feared by all the kings who’d sold themselves to cross and gold
he the last of them would hold against them all
I am the overlord the hated king
I am the overlord the Mercian king
And around him were the armies of the new wave
with the blessing of the rich and rising church
their golden banners shields and swords
they shone with righteousness
as they marched upon the lands of Mercia
But on that day it seems that near this hill in Hammerwych
a legion lost its fight to crush the pagan king
and from their shields were torn
their gold and precious jewel inlays
and tossed into the earth
a bent and folded cross
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2. |
Surrounded By Orcs
07:50
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Surrounded by orcs with hateful tongues
their speech songs are horrid
their faces are worse
surrounded by orcs
you cannot escape
hemmed in by orcs encroaching each day
you weep for your childhood
so pure and afar
surrounded by orcs
the light fades away!
In dreams you would call for a white elvish blade
to drive home your vengeance
the heart of your hate
you’d burn every bridge
so there’d be no escape
creatures with masters hate those that are free
those without worth seek the basest decree
Give them no quarter
keep them away!
Surrounded by orcs
the light fades
away!
Shara-ishi uruk lab ghash dumpuga
shakhburz uruk lab ghash dumpuga
thrak ufum uruk lab ghash dumpuga
mokum-ishi uruk lab ghash dumpuga gar!
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All present hear of the king
now he is departed from here
I know of none who have words to spare
a silence lies on our mead
The oak beams ebb in the mead cup
the flickering torches are stars
a time of battle is on the winds
the door to the cold night ajar
A man who led us to higher roads
a king who was worthy of kings
his legacy is your sword work
we'll need every move you have learned
For after the light
always comes the darkness
obeys always blind
the road to the peak
always must fall
For after the light
the dark comes always
to the peak the road
always must fall
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4. |
Lost Legion (2004)
04:19
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Arose from centuries of war
the darkest land we spoil
Our paths were strewn with war!
What was it for?
Where are we now?
Where are we is this our land
beneath this fenland grass
and what became of our
wives and children?
Where are we now?
What is this place?
Look ahead there burns white light
and so we crowded around the walls of stone
and tapped upon the glass
alone she sat
the fire burned forth
we fought to see
and through the window
she looked right through them
drawing the curtains
against the ancient dusk
We must wake them all...
And on the night sky
go the voices
unheard voices, in the fens,
Lost legions fighting nowhere
When they die, they carry on
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