you will live as hypnotized Call of Narayana, the seven-headed on Lemuria, rise! When the sailman's sailing away He shows that the dream of Lemuria
the sacrifice The spell has been cast thrice What ahve we longed for all these years Before the world shall soon appear The elder gods have come to free Lemuria
All witches fly to me... I have torn the veil of dreams, Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress, My heart is held in icy thrall, The horned
(Sagas from the antediluvian Scrolls) Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined Enraptured by
Ancient cromlech carved of ice, Etched against a glimmering sky, Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black
I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends, Black jaws drooling blasphemy, Beyond the witch-song, darkly sweet, The wyrm-horn sounds cross Dagon
Black Legions ravening for blood, Dark Lords hearken to my call, Warriors rise forth from the earth, Battle-spells empower me, The Throne of Kings, the
Silvern skull, sable shroud, ebon tower, onyx crown. Witchfire, black citadel, frost-shrouded steel, moon-veiled spell. The skyqueen of the dead rides
live as hypnotized Call of Narayana, the seven-headed on Lemuria, rise! When the sailman's sailing away He shows that the dream of Lemuria is true A
Ancient stories of a mystic landscape On the surface of the ocean?s pride The legend lives Fog surrounded ? in the misty moonlight Mighty waves are pounding
I've heard the drums of war The thunder closing in Toulouse has turned its back We've been forsaken by our kin Sentenced to burn Our innocence will be
As clouds engulf the land in darkness Clattering echoes will the streets Riding out into the moonlight A band of blades sent forth To seize the unsuspecting
The Red Lion now made his last move A new city was his dream and everything has to stand aside Be gone you poor man Tremble on your feet A confrontation
A wind blows over the lavender fields Carrying the scent of death and decay The holy war consumes and burns Everything and everyone in its way Carcasonne
The city awakens in silence Morning is breaking Before the rooster crows Rising unrest sets in South of Toulouse On the plains of Muret Under an imminent
"The last bastion, the last icon of resistance has fallen. In the ten months of siege the small garrison never stood a chance. And shorthanded, hungry
We steel away into the night, I hope this never ends. Together dancing, Around the fire, To the sounds of folk, In enticing carousel. So come my beauty
Low, my children, what do I see? Your brothers and sisters on the warpath. Forgiven are all your earthly sins. Make way for honour and valour in your
