1....and shineth unto the cold cometh...
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 their battle
- Tempest of the creek is floored in flames.
Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather
- Sea-dwelling floods reply without names.
Taste the salty tides of the Apzu
- Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame.
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes
hear the lying words against Azzta's truth.
Ea's eye is the way...
We are the ones who know the mountain passes,
and we'll search the battlefields,
in order to find the essential weapons corroded within the tan
dust.
Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and
drastic strength,
so Tiamat sneers with the hate and commands the storm-chariot of
the horses.
Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down,
but cannot fill our veins with venom.
We warned you twice：
'We Command The Mushussu!'
'Sharp Of Tooth And Strike Of Fang!'
'Horned Serpent Of The Unclaimed!'
'Shine!'
Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed
The dragon's semen is what you drink to be crowned by night
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!'
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!'
With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below
Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!'
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!'
In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter
Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!'
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!'
Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon's semen,
So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!'
'Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!'
...And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh...
2....of celtic fire, we are born
Outside the winter zephyr,
When fables of sabers were strong.
'...For thou hast said in our hearts...'
'...From Celtic flames, we are born.'
The Sky Clad flocks a carnal war,
So invoke their heartless cries.
'Crom Croich's at our side.'
'He's made of gold, so shall we ride？'
From the mounts of Antrim,
Towards the glens of Visnech.
'...For thou has said in our hearts...'
'...From Celtic flames, we are born.'
Any who live alone,
Long onlt for mercy.
'Proud, young men will die!'
'Fir Bolg rides the half light!'
'We Have Arrived At The Stone Of Destiny (Tara).'
'We Have Reached The Perdition Of Ibid (Cythraul).'
'We comprehend the Lar of the Folk.'
'Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir.'
'We solemnize the last of the Druids.'
'Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir.'
Falias!
Murias!
The passage is clear when Epona rides
She reaps through cloudbursts of rain that sighs
The course is laid when Sky Clad rides
Ler is watching -
'Proud, young men will die!'
'We apprehend these thoughts： {Fea Nemon}.'
'Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir.'
'We shall live forever in the land of Inisfail.'
'Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir.'
3.A magician's lapis-lazuli
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.
He gave me the facts of the Kurgarra.
He gave me descend in this undersphere.
He gave me the dagger; he gave me the sword.
He gave me the staff and unphallic wand.
He gave me concern.
He gave me dismay.
He gave me consternation.
He gave me the art of this song.
He gave me procreation.
Dumuzi!
A magician's lapis-lazuli gleams in Urik, descending to my
undersphere.
A magician's lapis-lazuli reflects onto the Temples of Offal.
A magician's lapis-lazuli excels in Ur, descending to their
underworld.
is placed on Shugurra, the crown of the Steppe.
He gave me the craft of the spell; he gave me determination.
He gave me the craft of a charm; he gave me an invocation.
He gave me wine of Geshtinanna; he gave me determination.
He gave me oracles of the lil; he gave me half a year.
He gave me a sail on an Anzu-Bird; he gave me notes of thunder.
He gave me the feathers from it's wing; he gave me regalement.
He gave me a mark of the fiend; he gave me roots from the
Huluppu-Tree;
He gave me travel of the Apzu; he gave me the Lapis-Lazuli.
A Magician's Lapis-Lazuli!
4.Customs of tasseomancy (quoth the sky, nevermore) act i(Quoth The
Sky Nevermore)
Two spheres are calling me to the 'grounds' where I use to
plead.
Madeleine, my animated sister, you're dim like the candle in my
dreams.
You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide.
(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
So, let me form the contours of your trance
and lament with the virga that cries from a cloud.
Ginger trees exhibit eyeless shades of trust.
Sapphire flickers of light divorce the leaves from an Oak.
Kali Ma! Kali Ma!
You incise me with claw and nail.
You hold the rings of Siva.
You hold the shapes of melted wax.
Praise this disrespectful light for crashing down.
Tasseomancy!
Time frames shall warp you through the frames of time.
Tasseomancy!
Ta gaoth lugha lamhfhada ag eiteall anocht san aer!
Magdalens, Tu non lou dises pas de bon cor!
If the process of the incantations were done incorrectly,
then sketches of the moon whined with the melted ice (...oh, so
slowly.)
Two spheres are calling me to the 'grounds' where I use to
plead.
Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim like the candle in my
dreams.
You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide.
(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
So, let me form the contours of your trance
and lament with the virga that cries from a cloud.
5.Highland tyrant attack
'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 Ginder trees!'
'I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!'
The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne.
'My father's the king!' cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
'The triumph's my king!' screams this baron son, devised for
war.
Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax
in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and
whetted to fight).
The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic
codes).
He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his
table).
'Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!'
This Is The Highland Tyrant Attack!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
Highland Tyrant Attack!
'Our flags have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!'
'We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!'
'Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!'
'We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!'
'We'el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the
light breaks!'
'...But is our king still sitting at his table？'
6.Morbid scream
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 fate.
His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time,
and scars from war have past,
Taking the reins from a shadowy steed,
I shall kill the foyus at it's layer!
Morbid Scream!
Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand;
Remembrance of men that came before.
The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath,
and corpses burned to stench and ash.
I awake in fury when the dragon attacks;
Advancing in anger - spitting fire.
Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe,
yet we'll fight the beast to it's death!
7.Prelusion to cythraul
'Any who live alone, long only for mercy,
the mercy of truth is among your traits of bloodlust and vein.
You have not, in all this time, returned to the lowland
of your ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten,
dirt track down the side of a small, grass-covered knoll.
It is near the round hillfort that your cavaliers call the dun.
The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort that words
can tell.
You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition, as
others will be,
in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and give
your
thoughts complete utterance. For there are none surviving now,
to whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart's
desire.'
'You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind,
to wait for the proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be
executed
from the creed, under the sigil of the blade, then the number.
In an instant, the feeble and the foreigners lie North from
here.
In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and tyrant raised their
powers
above your head. You are separated from your kin, by far
distance,
of Time and Tide. You will remember your comrades well,
as they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of
everlastingness.
And though you will only see shades of what once was,
you will hear their songs and music forever.'
'As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome
peat
smoke scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious
settlement,
gathering sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You shall
recall
the winter zephyr, as those were the winds that passed
eternity.'
The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. His lungs
sounded
a death rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and
various fluids,
Before his death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly
uttered,
'I have granted intelligence towards the crown unto thee.
If you teach him well.....'
Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of
Cythraul.
It's only just begun...
8.Swords and leather
...With sword at my side,
The horns sound the call of assembly.
Black fuckin' leather is my way of life,
as flames and burning winds cover the Earth!
(Slaughter!)
Miles of frozen lands are far behind us...
We ride along the margin of the woods.
O' great is the black swords of Eire.
Thus to speak is the shame of your lord.
We ride through the bleak winter skies;
hearts full of hate and steel shining bright!
Alas, it's ill, to walk in my shadow...
O' master of doom, you are alone.
In chariots of fire we went forth,
To call the spell of blazing flames.
My black sword of Eire has returned.
In glory, of the land, of the flame.
Child of wisdom and words...
Son of magick and the sword.
Call the spells of burning winds!!!
Swords And Leather - ...with steel, flame, and honor!!!
Swords And Leather - ...our brave hearts will conquer!!!
Swords And Leather - ...with steel, flame, and honor!!!
Swords And Leather - ...our Celtic blood will conquer!!!
...With sword at my side,
The horns sound the call of assembly.
Black fuckin' leather is our way of life,
as flames and burning winds cover the Earth!
9.Terminus(In The Eyes Of Ioldanach)
'He who lives alone, longs only for mercy,
the mercy of falling on his side.
The brave have perished in laurel-crowned glory,
yet the brave shall carrythe name of Eire into eternity.'
'Eternity is like a flame, it's essence is so limitless.'
'Eternity is a deathless pith covering the Southern and
burning shores of his paradise,
the Tir Na N'og. When legends of steel were strong, it was
louder
than any uproar of thunder.'
'...of Celtic fire, he was born.
He will live on... FOREVER.'
10.The winter zephyr(Within Kingdoms Of Mist)
One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon.
'Cause we're here to make an oath
and we'll raise our realm in a sky of maroon.
Our stratosphere turned dark; however,
the Western winds never stopped blowing.
All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands,
and make our own way.
Ignite the wroth flames -
3 fires to the sky
Before the violence,
We stand before the most, wild beast.
We'll rape the peace.
Once again,
We summon you,
To join us all!
Standing upon the sand of the shores
was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars.
She worships the dragon above,
which exalts impiety in that wild beast.
Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us.
If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists,
then we hail you within kingdoms of mist.
Gorias! (The silver sword of the moon)
Finias! (The flaming lancet of the sun)
The winter zephyr warps the power of Sessair
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