Dark Fortress Profane Genocidal Creations 1. Introduction 2. Defiance of Death Twenty Norsemen ahorse, clad in furs and gloomy armour tread the roads of mist Among the ancient mountains, passage to beyond the realms of man Passing crypts of kings and wizards, of priests and noble leaders A valley filled with fog, travel without light The gate was magnificent, like sculptured of ice, shimmering through the misty veil With a blue light of unearthly origin Beyond was another valley, surrounded by an unconquerable wall of mountains It was of purest, gleaming white except for the sky Which was black and starless And a pale looming fullmoon hung in the midnightly scene Below's a frozen river, and trees like giant, misshapen skeletons And the black stone monument on a crystal hill, Bathed in the moonlight like a pock wound on porcelain skin Onward, ever onward... With swords drawn the Norsemen stormed into the castle's hall Spirits of the damned, cursed to drift forever Hellish shapes of stone, wicked claws and fangs Tearing in bloodlust the flesh from the bones The Norsemen were falling like flies But only the strongest, the greatest of all could climb the highest spire (Atop the highest spire) Atop the highest spire, stare into the night See the constellions black on blackest night The burning wheels and machinations, that keep the world on turning And the chaos deep within Feel rage and madness, boiling hatred and the will to survive Sight becomes a tunnel, a vortex of unshining stars And what remains is silence... 3. Passage to Extinction Burning, I'm burning. Flames are dancing around me The sky is red and white. But strangely so I feel no heat And then I realize I have died There is no flesh to be seared. In this realm of fire In unmeasurable pillars of flames towers of charred and blackened bone On the horizon a great beast is flying a dragon with seven heads In a realm of fire - The beast is coming closer - In a realm of fire Like a choir I hear the screams of the endlessly tortured souls A cruel hymn to the nightmare that is coming As if their only reason for existence was to praise this wicked terror And with eyes aflame the dragon touched the fiery ground With the instinct of years of battle I reached for my blade, but it wasn't there After all only my spirit had entered into this realm of fire (The speech of the Whore) "Welcome to where spirits burn, this place has uncounted names. Hell or Hades, Nifelheim, this is the abyss eternal. I am as old as the race of man. I have seduced the first king and became the first queen. I have charmed emperors and lords throughout all times I am what a thousand hearts adore The seven-headed whore You, my sweet mortal are to be my chosen one I will send you sailing on oceans of time and fate Where the worlds collide you will ride And your first gift shall be immortality I am what a thousand hearts adore The seven-headed whore Return to earth now, your flesh has regrown And your heart has now been shaped into a heart of stone..." (The vortex of stars in the black night That brought me here again surrounds my spirit and I feel like I am falling...) 4. In Morte Aeternitas What is this now, I am back on the highest spire but where are my comrades? Where are their corpses? I want to burn them in my people's way There is no slain flesh, no bloodstains, not a trace of them to be found (A voice from the darkest corner of the shadowy castle hall) It has become eternal stone What once was flesh and bone To guard this fortress dark With a stone cold heart Atop the towers highest peaks Part of the wall the carved beasts Forever silent untiring guards Lurking with their stone cold hearts Resurrection – I have returned from the fire Resurrection – but I have been changed So much faster, so much stronger, what mortal man shall stand against me So much keener, so much sharper, my vision reveals the unseen to me So much harder, so much colder, my heart has become as the gargoyles around me Resurrection – Once I was dead Resurrection – No more tears I have returned!!! (Deep within the bleak walls of the dark fortress I have found a room of mirrors, upon their shimmering surfaces was displayed A scene from a strange and foreign land...) 5. Moribound Be Thy Creation A hill outside a town in a dry and dusty land Crowned by twenty crosses or more Soldiers in a kind of armour that I had never seen With short and shimmering swords And a crowd had gathered at the foot of one cross Gathered to watch the spectacle I've watched your saviour die and he wasn't resurrected All your faith has been a lie – Jesus cried... Jesus cried The poor little worm, strapped onto a tree Begging for his life and screaming to be free Cried bloody tears and he wet his pants I could only laugh as this strange god ends And with my last laugh I am carried away There was no reason for me to stay For this god was a fake like most of them are The only lord is the master of war (Across the oceans of time I returned to the castle only to be carried away again, To some other place, to some other time...) 6. Through Ages of War Black void Nothing seen, emptiness reigns Where worlds collide Across the oceans of time I sail Across the oceans of time The tides of fate have carried me to battles of past and future I have fought in every war Claimed heads and blades as bounty from the warlords I've killed I have fought in every war The barbarian lord in the eastern plains – Attila was his name I pried his axe from his cold and stiff fingers To be my weapon of choice forevermore Dschingis Khan, Alexander the Great, King Richard of England All of them dead – killed by my hand Across the oceans of time I sail Across the oceans of time In the heart of every bloodbath I have slaughtered and destroyed Cleaving open wounds so deep, tearing flesh off bones Splitting skills and taking fame (1099, the taking of Jerusalem) 7. Blood of the Templars It was in 1099 in the eastern land, where that fool was crucified Jerusalem fell In midst of the ravaging, raping and pillaging I presented to one of the crusaders a gift from my lady so cruel The cup of blood, "The Holy Grail" – such blasphemy And they poured it down with passion, the blood of power of no holy origin, the blood of the whore The blood of the templars lives on Forevermore The blood of the templars will never die Far beyond religious superstition, true magic was their craft Spells this earth had never seen were cast in secret halls Ageless men, three hundred years, until Jacques de Molay was burned He cast a final spell, sending pope and king to hell But that wasn't the end, for still they reign in silence The forces of fire have granted immortality to the last seven knights Seven lovers for a seven-headed whore... The blood is eternal, the blood is black... The blood of the templars lives on Forevermore The blood...blood of the templars (All my journeys through time, back and forth, had forged me into the Warlord) 8. Warlord (Face the Angel of Pestilence) I was born in the heat of battle With a weapon in my cradle I first spilled blood at the age of seven I killed my first enemy then at eleven Riding on the tides of war into a dark millenium High the axe that I have won from the hands of Attila Bloodstained I have always been, but no remorse I've known In conflict after conflict I piled skull upon skull The fools that stood against me all paid the price in blood And a heavy toll I've ever taken From the fires of the past rises the warlord Through the blood and destruction comes the warlord Upon the wings of hate and terror rides the warlord I know not of mercy and sorrow, so all fear the warlord Set alight unnumbered cities, pillaged countless homes Raped mothers and daughters alike before each other's eyes I have slain many a weak hearted king and ended their short lived reigns The hammer of fate and the anvil of war have forged me to a master of battle From the fires of the past rises the warlord Through the blood and destruction comes the warlord Upon the wings of hate and terror rides the warlord I know not of mercy and sorrow, so all fear the warlord Immortal years of violence, hate will never die In my wake are left legions of the dead Oh, how all these victims died For no one ever survived My trail of corpses is far too long for any man to see In the middle of a bloodbath, that is where I want to be I am the warlord – I am the hate I am the butcher – cruel son of fate I slaughtered millions – I claimed my right I am the warlord – the immortal might Power and glory, bloodlust and rage Dominion and hatred, thunder and storm From the primeval forces of the earth I have been I am the warlord and I have no equal!!! (She spoke to me again, called me into her realm, so I shall ascend the stairs of fate and pass the gate of the slain...) 9. Battles Rage in the Infernal Depth Upon a hilltop, surrounded by flame In my fist clenched a blade from blackened crystal Grown before me the endless fields of carnage And behind me the whore on her throne It has begun... Battles rage in the infernal depth – the war of domination Seven lords and ladies, sovereigns of the demon thrones. All made with power lust Armies of fire and brimstone, the wailing dead and their kin Legions of bloodthirsty demons, above on leathery wings Howls of the cursed and battle cries of those who've been fallen in battle before Are the signs of attack on this night Through the blackness and the screams, into the fray I charge Claiming head after head, piles of the dead behind me Battles rage in the infernal depth (Betrayal and treachery) Voice of the whore: "Give back to me, all your power, all your sweet, sweet power As I once gave you life, now I sentence you to die What was yours is now mine again, And I leave you powerless..." I am a warrior, I've always been. Mighty and proud, destined to win In my hand I hold a weapon, a blade of crystal black With blood in my eyes I rush to attack In the heat of battle, I'm in her back, with one fell stab And then I'm drinking her blood. Drowning in her blood Battles rage in the infernal depth – the war of domination (This power is burning within me, all turns black before my eyes And I can hear it as the mirror shatters and the gates are closed...) 10. A Fortress Dark It has become eternal stone What once was flesh and bone To guard this fortress dark With a stone cold heart Atop the towers highest peaks Part of the wall the carved beasts Forever silent untiring guards Lurking with their stone cold hearts Years and years creep by in this silent eternity, Endless halls and passages walked by the dead alone And in the heat heart of the darkness I sit in silent communion with the beast cast in stone Silence falls, eternal night, a fortress dark in the pale moonlight And the banshees howl of my unkind fate It has become eternal stone What once was flesh and bone To guard this fortress dark With a stone cold heart Atop the towers highest peaks Part of the wall the carved beasts Forever silent untiring guards Lurking with their stone cold hearts In a fortress dark Legend of the dark fortress Beware if you tread the paths of the other side