Gleaming droplets douse the mead
bringing with its breeze the scent
Of weeping willows Babylon
bedding down for winter's chill

Like two young lovers intertwined

enrapture_ _hinc_illae_lacrimae

Swelling pyres sway restlessly
From bleak to pale adorn the weald
Its wild reflection wondrous
A danse macabre in glass

Glimpse of festive silhouettes
Free of

conspirator

Condemned to walk the earth alone
First a shadow then a sorrow
The bitter solace friend and foe
Baneful tongues and solemn lore

Strokes of death to guide the summon

homage_ _magni_nominis_umbra

A gentle rustling assents
to gusts of fury south and west
Foretelling of the nearing guest
of rapture and of doom forlorn

Behold the streams, the undesired
Be

eclipse_ _vita_nova

Dowager of wandering empires knocking at death's door
Putrid winds carried the voices wailing in the night
Solitude of land Europa; battalions ominous
Conquest dressed in ivory

fire_upon_the_blade

Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn
Legions daringly soar over moors
Well-turned horns, dust of stars at their feet
Unafraid brothers of empire's fight

Scent of smoke

vestige_ _non_omnis_moriar

Barren hills of darkened earth
Recollections young and old
Butchered, scattered manifold
Faded footprints in the snow

No demi-wolves with piercing eyes
Appear

reprisal_ _malis_avibus

The ticking hour of Father Time releases memories locked in mind
A wandering beggar digging holes in all unspoken deeds of old
A yellow death lay on his face, a smile so fixed not of

conquest_demise

Fearless fury battered and torn
Hoist thy head to the turbulent clouds in the sky
Where banshees play with solemn chord
Ballads to beckon the end
But through the mist blin

lords_of_bedlam

Hordes of rings bear demons of despair
Hungry bellows brought by gales
Vigils of the night remember well
Fear-flung shadows of a lie

Herald of War
Exiled from

the_calm_before_the_storm

No cypress shades the grave
But gentle violets weep with dew
Weave on war-torn bones
Buried nameless in eternal sands

[Chorus:]
Sound no trumpet of mourn

premonition_ _lex_talionis

Stank lagoons with grasping claws a serpent have released
From dungeons of despair and farce to feast on brackish hearts

The walls a tint of crimson fierce speak of vacant name

to_kingdom_come

bibunt omnes sine meta.
quamvis bibant mente leta,
sic nos rodunt omnes gentes
et sic erimus

Sentries of Fisterra wake
Gallant masses stir
Thy kingly sp

y_draig_goch

From lands of the mountainous tundra
And the spirited elvinwood
Where the woodlands give in to the whims
Of the lively yet cynical wind

Taiga forests and boreal lig

woe_to_the_defeated

Silence robs the mob its doctrine
While fictitious laughter, grievous halls triumphant foe
Pointing fingers all acusing
Fading dust of ages into a night of stone

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