The Splendour of a Thousand Swords Gleaming Beneath the Blazon of the Hyperborean Empire (Part III) - Bal-Sagoth

1-2-3 1-2-3 Ow! Uh! Alright! Uh! Got to know how to pony Like Bony Maronie Mash potato, do the alligator Put your hand on your hips, yeah Let your backbone slip Do the Watusi Like my little Lucy Hey! Uh! Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na I need somebody to help me say it one time (Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na) Wo--ow! Saxophone solo Wow! Uh! You know I feel alright! Huh! I feel pretty good y'all Uh! Huh! Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Come on y'all, let's say it one more time (Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na) Ooow! Playing, it is a habit With long tall Sally Twistin' with Lucy Doin' the Watusi Roll over on your back I like it like that Do that Jerk-uh Watch me work y'all Ow! Do it! Wow! Do it! Just watch me do it Aah help me Aah help me Aah help me Aah help me Fade

The great shark is nearing, a bringer of fear A bloodthirsty crew of the damned Hold on your belongings, this night will be rough And nothing will stop them at all on these waves of hell See the Jolly rogers skull Closing with evil smiles So watch your gold, the black dawn of the crossbones! Black dawn of the crossbones! Be ready for plunder, for bloodshed and death A lifetime will pass in your eyes Smoking and burning, your dreams are all gone And sinking into the dark of the ocean deep See the devils of the sea Closing with evil smiles So watch your gold, black dawn of the crossbones! Black dawn of the crossbones! Laughter echoes over bloodred waves There's no god here, there's no way to run Hell spawns, servants of dark Slaughter without hesitation They know they will go back home into Hades halls

Words Gleaned From The Crystal Of Memory: From a time beyond time, we come. We, who once crested the waves of the great astral sea... And who now must strive again for the domination of the stars... Entreaty Of The Fourth Moon's Keymaster: Awaken... awaken! Tellurian sphere! Awaken! Beckon the moon... Tellurian! Resurgent... beneath the moon... Ephemeral... Dreaming forever... The Prime Voyager: Dreaming forever! Zurra: The great lunar seal is broken... We are free... free to rule! It is time... it is time! The Prime Voyager: For more than ten times a thousand years Have we slept beneath these cratered, lifeless stones... The Lexicon's crystalline core has at last been reactivated... We have heard the sighing of a thousand souls... Now at last we shall hearken once more to the siren call of the cosmos. Zurra: Fools! The Darklight Portal has grown strong. Only one moon remains in orbit. The mewling ape-spawned humans have discovered the icosahedron And the Lexicon's call can once again be heard throughout the stars, Beckoning my ireful brethren to return to the slaughterous embrace of the fray! We have won! The orb azure is ours... ours to enslave! The Prime Voyager: You! You who have embraced the insidious manipulations Of the Terran Lords of Chaos... You who pledged your devotion to our darksome foe... Be gone from my sight, traitor! Come, fellowship of weary travellers... The war is far from won. Cast off the shackles of slumber... The galaxy whispers our name. Entreaty Of The Fourth Moon's Keymaster: Awaken! Beckon the moon! Resurgent... enslave the stars! Zurra: My power is absolute... greater even than that of Angsaar himself! I shall crush the Tellurian sphere, And the flaccid lickspittles who strive in vain to safeguard it! Yes... The dreaming is over! Now, let the vengeance begin!

ZURANTHUS: Earthbound, a star falls to my tongue. Come to me, Hyperion's child... come to me, spawn of Titan. Condemned Souls of the Brotherhood of Dark Elucidation: Callisto rising! Glory ascendant! Hearken Zuranthus, kin of Klatrymadon... Your brethren are free once more! The rogue godling, your brother Zurra, Has cast his virulent majesty upon the cosmos once again! Begot of the thunder... Spellbinder! ZURRA: Break the sidereal seal, brother! Open the astral portal! Give me the Lexicon... Give me that which is rightfully mine! Destroy the guardian-light... Kill! ZURANTHUS: Earthfall... the firmament weeps for this fallen star. The cosmic ebb and flow... Behold my splendour, progeny of Titan! CONDEMNED SOULS OF THE BROTHERHOOD OF DARK ELUCIDATION: Callisto rising! Goddess ascendant! Hearken Zuranthus, kin of Klatrymadon... On a whim you may devour the luminous sentinel Which binds this crystalline fragment of the Lexicon to bleak Callisto... Empower your renegade sibling... Free our souls! Bestriding the tundra... Mistweaver! ZURRA: Unfetter yourself, brother Zuranthus... Bestow upon me the shard which I seek... Give me my godhead, or I shall condemn your flaccid essence To a dimension of unparalleled pain! Kill! ZURANTHUS: Do not seek to threaten me, wormcast. My tenure here is preordained... And I will suffer your arrogance no longer, little brother. The power of the Lexicon is not destined To be possessed by one such as you. Be gone! KLATRYMADON: How bewitching... so poignant in the shadow of death. Where did you send the renegade whelp? ZURANTHUS: Far beyond. In this dimension, velocity itself is no longer limited by the speed of light. CONDEMNED SOULS OF THE BROTHERHOOD OF DARK ELUCIDATION: Bipolar nebula! A falling star! The gate yawns wide above eon-veiled Mu... ZURRA: V'aan-ayth'ultaa, No'maal-pha'guus... Damn you, Zuranthus... You will pay dearly for this outrage, I swear it by the blackened maw of the sacred Z'xulth! ZURANTHUS: Stray not into my darksome embrace, Lest I grind my jaws on your soul. CONDEMNED SOULS OF THE BROTHERHOOD OF DARK ELUCIDATION: Spare us your wrath, great one, we beg thee. Begot of the thunder... spellbinder. Callisto Rising! ZURANTHUS: Behold my godhood... and pray!

Long ago, one nation rose above all Others in the antediluvian world... Atlantis This jewel in the azure sea, Atlantis Ascendant! Pax-antediluvia, Atlantis Ascendant! The prophecy... the prophecy! What price may the gods demand?! Prophecy carved in stone Aeons past by hands unknown Winged fiends scream forth attack, carnage as the sun burns black! Carnage as the sun burns black! Doomed... doomed! The end is nigh! Your realm is lost... it shall be devoured by the sea! The Third Great Cataclysm shall be shaped the face of creation This jewel in the azure sea, Atlantis Ascendant! Pax-antediluvia, Atlantis Ascendant! Kingdoms rise and empires fall, Atlantis Ascendant! Pax-antediluvia, Atlantis Ascendant! The worm comes Riding the ravening oceans The Outer Darkness disgorges its horrors! It is foretold... Atlantis shall be destroyed! Hear the call Atlanteans, proud we stand forever Mightiest of warriors, we sail across the sea Conquering the ancient world, a legacy eternal Raise the arcane sigil high, steel and sorcery! Hear the call Atlanteans, proud we stand forever Mightiest of warriors, we sail across the sea Conquering the ancient world, a legacy eternal Raise the arcane sigil high, steel and sorcery! Blessed with immortality Dreaming spires of majesty, glory crowns our destiny! Your realm is lost... it shall be devoured by the sea! The Third Great Cataclysm shall be shaped the face of creation Prophecy carved in stone, aeons past by hands unknown Winged fiends scream forth attack, carnage as the sun burns black! Prophecy carved in stone, aeons past by hands unknown Winged fiends scream forth attack, carnage as the sun burns black! And so it was written in the stars Astride the world would stand the children of Atlantis!

The ravens are on the wing! My scramasax is red (stained with the blood of many Mercian warriors), The ravens are on the wing, By Offa's decree I am an outlaw, Branded wolfshead by my own king. (The orm-garth awaits me, darkly astir with ophidian malice...) The ravens are on the wing! Ash for our spear-hafts, Yew for our bow-staves, Oak for our deck planks, Oak and elder our shields. Hail, o' great liege of the ancient woods, ruler of the deepest forest... You, who were reigning o'er your time-veiled kingdom centuries before the Arrogant men who proclaim themselves kings of this island ever supped of Life's bitter-sweet draught... I give you my hail, I give you my blood, I give you my life, O' sylvan liege. My life bleeds forth unto the earth (from many deep and dire wounds), To slake your roots, great old king... (As I rest my battle-ravaged body against thee.) The ravens are on the wing! Ten leagues ride on lathered steed, Gold in hand to a sword-for-hire, A blood-eagle carved by Saxon steel, And two score slain earns royal ire. Gwynned lies two days westwards, Still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, My deeds may yet inspire the skalds. Litha's moon gleams high o'er the tallest oak, Ancient king in this sylvan court of elm, ash and yew, The wood-spirits watch from gnarled bough and bole, As I pull two Mercian shafts from my bloodied thews. The ravens are on the wing! I give you my hail, I give you my blood, I give you my life, O' sylvan liege. Beneath the oak, I rest, bone weary, Thirsting for a horn of ale or jug of mead, And yet how could a heathen man wish for any more, Than the healing balms of English trees? The ravens are on the wing!