King of Rome
Judicator
Album • 2012
9 Tracks
Judicator
Album • 2012
I deny your vile state, a leech unto our pride We are the worthy host, the ones you hate the most Rise, I shall rise – never restrained Trust in yourself Always behave sly and sharp, just like the fox Embers of blue in sunset Dying to be free, my destiny is held and barred A bird that’s caged and still imprisoned I yearn to hold all that men need For now I’m rising again, pride is in my eyes And Europe fears what I am: the legend reborn Grey, grey is the sky as we return Join in the ranks of free men Sly, sly and sharp, just like the fox Now we shall see if friends remain Soldiers listening, all waiting for my careful words If you would kill your Emperor Then shoot him now, for here I am I deny your knotted throne A leech unto our pride We are the worthy host The ones you fear the most Starlight in the fields, my power yields a flame of hope I feel I’m changing, the age is dawning Prometheus will pay for all For now I’m rising again, pride is in my eyes And Europe fears what I am: the legend reborn
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
Wellington is on the move (this time you may not succeed) And I have been refused (count the cards, one joker missing) We try as in the old days Failure is something that you choose I defy the world around me I deny the chance is dying Into the sea of bayonets Where I'm at home, where I belong Into the sea of bayonets I try to peacefully return Prussians coming from the west (drive a wedge in between now) Keep the weak from growing strong (there's a chance, one chance in hell) They'll face the bravest of the brave Marshal Ney will turn the tide We hear the batteries are crashing down Push the skirmishers away and break for center (Into the dark) the second division (Into the bleak) slowing burn -- more for the slaughter And from the left Jerome is killing in the woods Before the crossroad's taken I will be the ligh t A thunder louder than the mind can even take A shock which pierces deep into the shallow heart
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
The rain, it falls like a curtain Wolves are on our heels Desperate men feeling pressure, pressure to survive The train of men never ending, moving through the night Once before I have seen these lands, Waterloo is my ground Look at their faces, what do you see? We must pull through for them, set the world free Keep the pace and push through fire Never yield the ground that's chosen Backs against the wall The night is lit by their fires, the light of countless men A silence reigned so profound till the downpour resumed A present left for the morning by the fates in the night Battle time slowly creeping, the night laughs at what it leaves Dire moment of the century, not a moment's respite Two wolves chained and are waiting for their master's respite A wolf that's tired but collected, the other suffers but snarls When noon arrives we will ride them down Let's let slip the dogs of war And now we stand on the corner between the fear and the rage It's almost time for the blood storm, pray to what god you choose The Grand Armee beats the war drum, blood is racing and I I can't believe this has come to pass, twenty years of war
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
On the field I can see him riding inspired All those legends that we have heard in our youth Now it's time to stand, measure ourselves against him Back to the French lines, "Vive l'Empereur!" It's my desire to defend the name Back to the fire, "Vive l'Empereur!" What I require was refused again But as my thoughts return to home and what's ahead I was a slave to what my family forged Thoughts of my son, I will not fail him now I'll pass the light, give him all the might He'll be the King of Rome I'll pass the light safely through the night He'll be the King of Rome From the battlefield, I ride to my place of command There at the hilltop (thinking of your son) The heir-apparent, your time will come There in my shadows (no hope you can see) I'll fight despite them, too much is at stake But as my thoughts return to home and what's ahead I was a slave to what my family forged Thoughts of my son, I will not fail him now I'll pass the light, give him all the might He'll be the King of Rome I'll pass the light safely through the night He'll be the King of Rome
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
I must inform you, the battle of Waterloo's begun Into the old wood, an air of dirt and fear, it permeates We squeeze our rifles, it cannot be this easy, that we know A roar of cannons begins to tear apart our valiant ranks Bloodshed, fire, dying In woods of Hougoumont As water crashes on stone Dying to break them down Like elders fight sands of time These walls are bought with blood The ocean's swelling, it rises up against the northern wall Bring in "the Basher" to carve a path of gore and splintered wood If there was one chance, then seize it now for this is all we'll get Into the courtyard, screams of crowded bodies finally meet Bloodshed, fire, dying In woods of Hougoumont As water crashes on stone Dying to break them down Like elders fight sands of time These walls are bought with blood
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
See Sir Frederick Ponsonby, commander of the 12th Light Dragoons And General Jacquinot reacts, the French can see we'll hold our own with smiles Enter the fearsome lancers Savage and terrifying, they pierce my flesh Wounded in both my arms and Out of control I plunge into the fray Explore the limits of yourself And ask yourself just how much can you take When one can take abuse with smiles Then he in turn may lead his men as sons When I open up my eyes and try to lift myself out of the mud Hear, "Tu n'es pas mort, coquin?" and quickly followed by another blow I feel the steel inside me The pain is overwhelming and blinding I taste the blood arising My lung is pierced and soon I slip away I once again awaken So paralyzed, forsaken and alone I'm robbed in empty pockets A tirailleur will use me as a shield Explore the limits of yourself And ask yourself just how much can you take When one can take abuse with smiles Then he in turn may lead his men as sons
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
All that I've left behind All that I've sacrificed Never I'll fight again Blood is too high a price One night before, every chair in here was filled Empty inside, staring at vacant thrones of my kin Pride undone Battles lost, wars we won Count the cost Reading the list of slain, weeping in deepening dismay There is still loss in gain, do not congratulate Now that we've spoken, now that we've won Pray it's all over, peace has begun And now it's time to cast him out The toll of our dead is on him And in this world of gears and decay Nobody is innocent anyway
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
These are the gasping death throes now Into the final fight that I might know I feel a rush of blood like thunder in my veins The only fear that's left is left alive but maimed Rush them and fight to death I hold my breath and pray for more The sea of tears and tattered banners Just like a prophecy, a prophecy that failed The sea of tears and tattered banners Our hearts cry out as one, and beat like drums of god Our elan We all inhale the smoke and fog My brisk and youthful self has long been gone The song of musket fire is playing to our fears As silhouettes of men so suddenly appear Pierced and shocked but I survive We're falling back now, like the ocean tide Hearts of iron, squares of Old Guard Fight like lions for the French retreat I will not be silenced, I will not be caged Take apart the man who built this stage Ils ne passeront pas, we shall never yield Despite the loss on the battlefield Je ne cedrais jemais, they shall never pass Protect the fall-back, we must make it last General Cambronne is captured now Repel their advance, show the English how True men fight till collapse, defend their kin The French are falling, hear the wounded cry Back to home at Malmaison, back to the calm before my storm Fantasize of life anew, dream of life across the sea There must be something for me there, science and exploration call Could I be slightly out of mind? Surely Prometheus can't fly Into my final resting place, call me general to push disgrace When springtime falls back into winter Just like a prophecy, a prophecy that failed Will auburn sunsets weep for me? I steel my heart and sigh, then walk into the black My elan
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
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