Serpenthrone

In the times when Hamon Father the Spirit of the World was already dead Moonlit Knight lay bound under the Mountain of Death In the grave of the Earth the memory of the past is still lasting Abiding in the helmets and swords of the great warriors, Ashy knights who, not finding solace in a fight, had to rest by their master's side committing ritual suicide But their sleep was light to be ready on time for the wartime blaze And arising from the ashes, to join the flaming army Being united in the Flaming Dragon to draw their swords again By the side of the great King of Serpents, they are supreme defenders of the Earth From the Nida of Fire they are men of mist and smoke roused from sleep To strike the enemy from the depths of flaming water From sacred rivers of fire, like a fiery hurricane, to strike the invaders The troop of spectres is sleeping, waiting to be alive again Ages pass but ghostly hands are still ready to grasp their weapon And to restore the memory of the past of the ancient sons of the Earth Among them there is the Great King of Serpents, the Son of Time, the Lord of Mist, Three immortal old men have kept their prophecy Among the nine rings of time He fell asleep but he will return, equally mighty, he will lead the army of spectres And he will destroy the hungry hordes from the Satan's Mountains He will take the young warrior's soul Who was born in the hour of death of Hamon Father And the Spirit of the World The Son of the Three...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Among the inaccessible hills, the land of the oldest people In the fortified fortress, the temple of Stony Rings Chosen sons of the Earth and its defenders, and the tree of life Ledian were prepared to fight They died always in the same way it was heroic death in battle But among them there was one who was supposed to be a knight He was called the Son of the Three as no one knew his real parents Being born with the birthmark of the Spirit of the World Who died in the same day and in the same hour He was taken away from his parents and given to the three old men from the black mountain His education was coming to an end It was the day of duel Four hundred of the temple's young defenders were fighting with the skilled warriors, The invaders of their native land - now the prisoners kept and looked after for this time Who were promised freedom if provided they won the duel They faced the bloody test, shedding the blood on the battlefield None of the captives regained freedom, none of them defeated The young defender, the tree of life Ledian in a direct battle Father, take this sacrifice from me, and if you do, I will become your warrior for ages Lead my mighty arm To the glory of Ledian defenders Ojcze przyjmij tę ofiarę ode mnie, jeśli ją przyjmiesz, pozostanę na zawsze twym sługą The Son of the Three's long sword firstly deprived a young soldier's body of its arm Blood gushed profusely on the ground beneath the warriors' legs The next blow separated the head from the trunk and it rolled on the battlefield Marking its trace with a bloody path, the young barbarian lifted it And holding it by its hair, drunk the blood to quench his thirst... later on he removed its skin Not being aware that the King of Snakes was born in his soul

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

In the deepest cave of the Mountain of the Dead There was a body of the Moonlit Knight, the master of the dead Numb from stillness and a restless sleep Chained firmly to the stone The tree immortal old men, the highest priests of god Hamon Knew that the only way to revive the sleeping knight' body Was through making sacrifice of virgin blood From the beginning of the World The power of the Temple of Nine Rings Had been lasting intact in its majesty But here the enemy pulled out his pointed swords So let's make the last desperate step And let's free imprisoned in the emptiness god Let him guide, lead his army Leading to victory of both the alive and the dead She stood in front of him, stunningly beautiful Wearing flowing, purely white robe Her first touch awakened blood in his numb, cold body Spasms trembled his long lifeless muscles He rose to his feet, clinging his chains Enormous like a statue, conqueror of the worlds For the ritual to be accomplished he only had to make love to her Who stood in front of him ready for everything Despite the pain, the young girl's body wasn't resisting to The fallen master The fallen master, arising from the emptiness After a while the chains around his body cracked And the three old men brought the master of the dead the helmet of a long dead hero Her first touch awakened blood in his numb, cold body spasms trembled his long lifeless muscles he rose to his feet, clinging his chains enormous like a statue, conqueror of the worlds

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Me, the Moonlit Knight and king's heir I am giving you all my word In the face of God, the Father of the World and the Three immortal old elders I promise on my sword and the ancient serpent' soul enchanted in it To defend the land of our fathers' - an ancient abode and our nation's graveyard And if there's such a need to sacrifice my life for them

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Look at walls of the Fortress of Ghosts That has never been captured before Look at sullen towers, sockets of windows, At the gloomy air of walls made of stone For the last time Look at her majestic silhouette Towering over the ancient oaks She was the guardian of this land But soon her yards And nearby fields will be full of blood Since our gods have forgotten about their favourite people It was too late When we saw the hostile hordes There had been something vicious in the air for a long time Insane old men were shouting out their prophecies But no one wanted to believe them Until now. Until this moment And now In front of us There is the legion Of warriors in full armour The enemy began a long siege of the Black Fortress But its seasoned defenders turned out to be invincible Afterwards the invader found the only effective way He decided to make them starve The time passed but brave warriors were invariably invincible The invader attacked defenders a few more times But after every raid the invaders were coming back terrified Saying they don't want to be gobbled by spectres... Dark silhouettes of naked warriors carrying enormous swords were seen coming out of the mist They were massacring the enemies roaring hoarsely, cutting them into pieces Afterwards they were greedily drinking blood running down their swords Stuck in the hostile warriors' bodies And here came the end There are too few of us to resist any longer We will not dishonour our land by giving up Let's put the fortress on fire And when the smoke reaches our enemy The People of Mists will be there too They say that spectres lead mists But it is mists that will lead us We will go at dusk To seek death in the enemy's camp...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Enough blood sank into our ancestors' land Let's open the graves, let's awake the dragon of storm Let the hurricane army led by the ravens' king Take a heavy toll among the mist Let every man able to carry a sword Stand at the bottom of a sacred mountain To descend to the cave saying prayers In which the source of living water originates He will fall asleep there, It will be a dream of the immortal And he will wake up after nine days As flaming Obr, horrendous warrior A defender of the Earth of a horrifying look Revived in the flaming dragon from Epireum Who was sleeping at the roots of the tree of life He will arise next to his brothers from the depths of the flaming water A burning army Wskrzeszony w smoku ognistym z epireum, Który spał u korzeni drzewa życia Powstanie u boku swych braci Z głębin rzeki ognia wód płonących Human eyes couldn't perceive a route of the horrifying army Since at the time storm clouds grabbed the ravens' king And strode with him across the country Promising death in pain and torments to the human race's enemies And he will set off with his secret army The people of mists turned into the Flaming Serpent To turn Nida's water red From the enemies' blood and the ancient law A burning army

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

At the bottom of serpentine throne The lords of the whole world went down on their knees The power of the people of Earth was blooming A destiny of the great empires was being decided The mighty of the world were dazzled by power The lords of the world were carrying out their duty And when the hard times came Hunger, plague and death were taking their toll Powerlessness took their dream away The great warriors celebrated honour Traitors conspired betrayal The deceitful engaged in intrigues But today the remnants fall, splashed with blood At the bottom of serpentine throne U stóp wężowego tronu Padali na kolana władcy całego świata Kwitła potęga ludu ziemi A gdy nastały złe czasy Głód, zaraza i śmierć zbierały swe żniwo Bezsilność spędzała sen z powiek kolejnym władcom Lecz dziś Kolejne trofea zbryzgane krwią padają U stóp wężowego tronu And when the hard times came Hunger, plague and death were taking their toll Powerlessness took their dream away The great warriors celebrated honour Traitors conspired betrayal The deceitful engaged in intrigues But today the remnants fall, splashed with blood At the bottom of serpentine throne

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

For the last time corps of the flaming army triumphed outstandingly The Serpentine King not meeting his death on the battlefield To keep his promise given the gods He pointed the blade of his sword towards to his chest And that's how the last defender of the Temple of Time died His faithful warriors followed him burning at the stake To join their master in the flames but this time no one dug their graves Nor laid them among the ashes for the eternal rest Their ashes were placed in coffins deep in the Sacred River And her former course was brought back after the ceremony When all rituals came to an end and Nida' s waters returned Flocks of ravens were seen, they flew away from the debris towards the Moon And that's how the last defender of the Temple of Time died His faithful warriors followed him burning at the stake To join their master in the flames but this time no one dug their graves Nor laid them among the ashes for the eternal rest

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

The spirit of the Serpentine King will never reborn In the young warrior's heart His sword, Absorber of the Worlds Stuck in the body of the master of the dead is eaten by rust The spirit of the Serpentine King will never reborn In the young warrior's heart And there won't be any worthy leader To guide our army Our enemies will sense that And thousands of them will come to our borders But the morale among the army will weaken A strong flaming gale will blow To declare the last home of God Father and the Spirit of the World fallen And the nine rings of the Temple of the Time will fall down one by one Burying both the defenders and the invaders And the three immortal will find an eternal shelter Deep in the heart of the Sacred Mountain And the nine rings of the Temple of the Time will fall down one by one Burying both the defenders and the invaders And the three immortal will find an eternal shelter Deep in the heart of the Sacred Mountain

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025