Bal-sagoth - To Dethrone The Witch-Queen Of Mytos K'unn lyrics

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O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...

Anoint us with the crimson rain,

Feed our steel with slaughter...

Let every blow be a killing blow,

Grant us victory, or a warrior's death!

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ENTWINED IN WARFOGS!

ENTWINED BY WAR-SPELLS!

BLESSED IN BLOOD AS RAVEN SLATERS,

SLAKE THE THIRST OF STEEL BURNING BRIGHT!

REAP THE HARVEST OF SPILLED ENTRAILS!

WE'LL RETURN WITH MANY HEADS THIS NIGHT!

The death-ravening black fury fills me,

The spatter of hot blood sweet on my lips,

This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!

CLEAVING BODIES LEFT AND RIGHT,

A HEAD FALLS WITH EACH SWING OF MY BLADE!

A STORM OF SHAFTS SCREAMING FORM YEW-BOWS!

CARVE A PATH WITH STEEL, A BLOOD DRENCHED SWATH!!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked,

with blood at the fields of carnage

A staggering sea of crimson,

a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,

All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,

All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle.

COME, MOON FOGS! DESCENT TO CLOAK OUR NUMBERS!

THE HEADY SCENT OF BATTLE-BECKONS!

MY ASH-HAFTED SPEAR FEELS GOOD IN MY HANDS

GIRT' ROUND WITH SPELLS- WOAD ANOINTED.

RAVENS AWAITING SLAUGHTER SOAR HIGH ABOVE

BLOOD-WORMS BLOAT ON RED CARNAGE.

I'LL CARVE THE MOON-WHEEL IN THEIR FLESH,

AS HAVOC CHURNS THE HEATHER!!!

Brooding gods of the north,

display to these outlander thralls thine ire,

Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,

Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,

That their claws may rend,

and their jaws may be reddened.

(music goes low then picks up)

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night

Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...

Let every blow be a killing blow,

grant us victory,

or a warrior's death...

(music returns to fast pace)

THE BLOODYING IS AT HAND!

BRIGHT MOON, GLEAM O-ER MOOR AND HEATHER

WOOD AND VALE, DEEP FEN AND LAKE!

GRIM MOUNTAINS CROWNED WITH SNOW

GREAT RINGS OF STONES, BLACK 'NEATH THE STARS!

The storms extol our ancient glory.

Great mounds feed us power from the sacred Earth

With Faith and Steel we walk our shadowed paths,

our Blood runs as Fire, Swords blessed by Sorcery.

Wolves of the North, raise thine Steel to the Skies.

Revel in the pride of your wounds,

Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood gorged eve,

For on this Night of Red Swords, we have wrought a legend,

Forged in the fires of our Rage,

And Tempered with the Spilled Blood of the Slain.

O' Grim Gods of Battle,

Empower us this Night and always,

Anoint us with the crimson rain,

Forever feed our steel with slaughter

Let every blow be a killing blow,

Give Us Eternal Victory, 'till we die a Warrior's DEATH!