: Crawling into the crypts below Inside the kingdom of sands Buried beneath the ancient dust Perverted race of slaves I travelled race to the stars
rise The seven lords reborn in UR The cold burning sword beholds the wrath Suffer - in pain Suffer - bleeding Suffer - to dream AWAITING THE ABSU
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed. The last of Ka drifts across the river - Our sky outside has not been named. Two Ugalla-demons start
He gave me the noble, enduring crown. He gave me the high throne of kingship. He gave me the imperial, regal sceptre. He gave me the laws of the realm
Sea of uruk I taste the salt of you I hunt through sands of Roba El Khaliyeh Dumuzi Apzu Your allure is so very pure Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa You shall drown
Goat of the welkin, A goat that dwells, Horned conqueror of the night - Lend your skill unto the spell, And force our will by magick rite. By all the
Long ago - in the shade of timberlands Horses and wolves united - with our invoking orbit In order to blister - the green summer plains We heard commands
[Mong¡n:] A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy. His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched across his pecks. His tartan
Pour water on thyself Thus shalt thou be A creator of the sun Charon will inhibit his entrance The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins Find thou thyself
(Quoth the Sky, Nevermore Act II) I stood before my reflection With a beloved adherent Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose To drink my tepid blood
Across the northern seas, we travel The cold freezing winds will arouse us Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon Transformed by our mother
Blazing to their pikes Turning to dust Gusting with the wind They (still) dream of an older delusion Reigning, raining Dampening the empire Their excursion
[Chorus I:] I'm the Knight of Wands- Yodh is in the name I'm swift and violent: TRANSIENT! The fiery part of Fire- I'm a lightning flash Between the symbol
[Lyrical magick: Proscriptor & Equitant, Musick: Shaftiel & Equitant] From an empty house... In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky
"You will hear my commands when cries never fade!" "I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!" "I clutch the soulless winds that stir the
Eko, Azarak, Eko, Eko, Zamilak, Eko, Eko, Cernunnos Eko, Eko, Aradia. Darksome night and ardent moon, The chalice is passed, then ye fall North; Hearken
[Instrumental] [MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBER, 1995]
A barbaric land where the sword is the law, and killing is the way of life. An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain; A warrior stands the test of
