The Storyteller:
Behold, the warhosts of the Imperium are marching to face the last stand of the barbarian kingdom. The mighty heathen keep towering before them in all its brooding majesty!
Legion captain Caius Septimus:
Encircle the fortress
Until the break of dawn
There will be no escape
These fields will be their graves
The Barbarian Kings
have long withstood our wrath
We storm the gates tomorrow
carnage will follow our path
King Eadric: We'll die with honour by the steel!
Caius Septimus: Unleash fire upon the dogs!
King Eadric: Ancestors, grant us courage and strength
to defeat the Imperial host!
The Storyteller:
Brimstone rain fell
Arrows darkened the sky
Carnage below the gates,
Death the men defy
The defenders stand tall, but
there's no end to the imperial foe
As siege towers draw ever closer
Death was eager to sow
King Eadric:
Do not fear darkness, men!
We're ready to defend our ways
Even if we perish on this day
The bards shall sing our names!
King Eadric: We'll die with honour by the steel!
Caius Septimus: Shatter the heathen dogs!
King Eadric: Ancestors, grant us courage and strength…
to destroy the Imperial host!
The Storyteller:
In the mouldy catacombs of the keep
Lies an ancient altar to the Draconian Kings
Hewn from obsidian in primordial times
It guards the Dragonhorn from unworthy eyes
It is said that in times of great peril
It calls forth the might of the Great Wyrms
Upon the foes of the realm of men
Breathing fire down upon those who threaten the land
When all seemed lost the King delved beneath the keep
He knelt before the altar and let his own blood be spilt
He summoned forth the dragons from their age-old slumber
To wreak havoc in Imperial ranks and tear them asunder.
Brimstone rain fell
Dragons darkened the sky
Carnage out on the fields,
Charred remains, broken shields
The last defenders sally forth, but
there's no end to the imperial foe
The howling war-cries are legion
And Death cared not for their woes
The keep lies in ruins in stillness' frigid grasp
The altar of the Wyrm lies buried under dust
The last of the free folk never stood a chance
The Imperium marches on, the war-hosts advance
credits
from Shadowbane,
released September 18, 2021
Composed by Bálint Kemény
Lyrics by Bálint Kemény
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