Awaiting the Sound of the Unavoidable
This track is instrumental.
Let me tell you this tale of lords Who came from remote lands To steal the sacred lance To the ones born by frost. They were waiting for the nightfall When wolves slept, the stick of sway Was snatched from its room But the winter saw what they had done. And the wind blew towards the shining wisdom well Where the supreme fighter was keeping watch… So they were destined to die at dawn When the early rising horse touched the sky And it lighted up their haunt. Then he went hunting for the midnight thieves, Guided by his ravens, throughout the nine worlds, Attracted by the smell of fear, just like worms. And a dull caw was the encounter sign Between the hunter and his prey. The morning clouds began to cry, And his anger became unstoppable, The fighter rushed the intruders group, And a lightning crossed the tears. Thousands of bits of flesh and blood Remained on the battlefield. And the storm let the calm by… And he took again what him was (made) And each bit of their entrails Were spread along the southern lands. Being condemned to be conquered And annihilated. By the great fighter sons Who should show for ever more The price of playing with their gods.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
My mind is sick of thinking And my heart is flared up with rage Arouse my fighting spirit Become lethargic in the mist of times Soon like the waves Breaking themselves, The swords will be knocked together Soon like a storm, Double-edged swords Will rumble for ever and ever The grounds for war aren't needed. Only the pleasure of seeing the blood. Your blood soaking the weapon is Enough for me and For my warlike people. Tides And wind side with us. Gods must have heard the sound Of our drums. We're going to mow´em down We're going to make them feel The taste of rout… Praise be to showdown! So row for the northern lights… So row the Atlantis ocean skies. Battleground just before us. Enemies are waiting for dusk. Death has been invoked And she will not leave alone. Kill or be killed, win or be won. Don't doubt in cut their heads off. Gods will be proud of our work… And now there is no place for cowards. And now there is no time for weakness. For those who feel down… Their presence just now around, with us. War, you are the only way To let the fallen reach the eternal rest. For all I believed. All what you made me leave forgotten in past War, that gave me the steel, That gives me the courage. That will make me great. Maybe alive, maybe dead… But never being slave again. Again… A Thousand people fighting/dying Only think in gain
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
Memories to forget Raking up the past is far from good Although I didn't feel guilt So everybody else decided it Culpability! Who did you think you were To find me guilty? If you were who indulged me in dirty play, In dirty laws. You get me out of your holy way Thinking that I couldn't come Back to the fray. Look at my wings Burnt by race I should forgive But I can't forget. Exiled into nowhere I found the reason for my existence. The time has come To reap the fruits Born by the tree of unrest. Memories to remind. Raking up the past has toughen me And I'm sure that I won't feel guilt When I can contemplate your filthy sons Kneeling down to my feet. Maybe I wasn't good enough For your celestial hierarchy. In fact, you were scared because you Could be dethroned by me. Punish those who don't do as I say. Your omnipotence made the negative part Control my will. Now you and me are only one… Now war is served. Come here and pay your trespasses It's too late for truces. Come here. I'll be awaiting. It's too late. If I fall, you'll fall with me.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
Malevolent mirror, With a powerfull cruelty. Where the suffering is predicted to exist. Reflecting the worst Of the world's history. Controlling its lousy destiny. Ancestral wizards Were cursing you. But nobody is free of your reach. Glass fed with spiritual sins. They paid dearly for their insolence. Inheritors of the crown of thorns. You'll praise betrayer, merciless god. Who will burn your hearts In a high greed hell To take the revenge for the murder of his son. And so the third ghost. The one holy ghost. Set its compassion aside… With the essence of blood. And the wood of the cross. Broke the balance between death and life. Unlocking a door Reflective in shape. To the universe negative load And the rotten souls, By the excess of grudge. Brought under control the physical world The same as a virus corroding its host. Mirror, spit the reflection of hate, Placed deep in human being feelings. Charged through the ages with sceptical repentances. Nobody is free of your reach. Nobody is free of your devilish swish. Eminence of fire. Gift from the infinite depth. Show me the wisdom Of that who was revealed against the whole. And searching in its blinded light ray. I found myself as if it were no changes! Perhaps believe in the mirror means you believe In your own human's evil. I promise my faith, without fear to lose My future, my own life, my body, my soul… Without fear to pass away. Without fear to serve to the eminence of fire. Gift from the infinite depth. Show me the wisdom Of that who was revealed against… Inheritors of the crown of thorns… You'll be a virus corroding the world. Placing deep in human being feelings Reflections of hate for the murder of his son.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
[Tribute to the barbarian Poledouris] Up to the stars. The search is directed To the upper sky. All what I learnt turn over In my mind and I need to find out what nobody Couldn't explain. Nothing won't make me forsake. I am a lost drop of rain. Floating away. Trying to scape from the uncertaity sea To reach the dry land. Somebody said that the wisdom was in the words. I replied him that the wisdom was in the Triumphant warrior's sword I'll die if it's carved like this Over the destiny's stone When the moment arrive. It will be the time to solve... The meaning of life. The meaning is to crush the enemy. Strenght. The meaning is the strenght. To take revenge of those who died for me To find the glory only worthy by the ones Who got the Riddle of Steel... Feel the pain in enemy's wound. Look His Eyes, the fear absorbs him. Search the Riddle of Steel Thanks to derhenker666 for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com RUNIC LYRICS
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 18, 2026