Suidakra
Eternal Defiance
1. Storming The Walls
[Instrumental]
2. Inner Sanctum
Entering the dark stone hallThe inner sanctumThey felt an eerie presenceSomething ancient, something strongBlack iron box in the darknessInside the niche across the hallThis was what they had to defendThis was where their master wentTo seek the counsel of the living headTo seek the counsel of the baphomet10.000 strong, they stormed the wallsTo end the gruelling siegeTo battle, murder and destroyThe last crusader keepDefended by 300 knightsThis was their final stand10.000 souls had stormed the wallsThe knights gave up the fightInside the crypt the head recalledThe story of his life...Dark eyes surveyed them from insideTerrible soul-searing sightEyes shimmering with ancient knowledgeEyes filled with ancient prideThe head of a Roman EmperorAdored with a laurel crown?Or the face of a Celtic kingWith runic Ogham carved?This was what they had to defendThis was where their master wentTo seek the counsel of the living headTo seek the counsel of the Baphomet"10.000 souls had stormed the wallsThe knights gave up the fightInside the crypt the head recalledThe story of his life..."
3. Beneath The Red Eagle
Once this day was but a dreamYet now I'm here and this is realThis moment will live on through all timesThe hills of Spain I'll leave behindToday I'll join the legion with prideThe time has come to say goodbyeToday, my son, we must part waysGo forth beyond the hills of SpainO, my son, the heavens you could scaleYet only Gods may live forevermoreAs for man, nothing of his days remainsUnless you earn yourself a nameBeneath the Eagle you will marchTo fight for Rome, to slay or dieUnder the Eagle you will rideTo fight to the end and then fight againTo fight to the end and then fight againIf word should come of my demiseThen do not cry and keep in mindThat I'll have found a good way to dieSo march, my son, under the Roman EagleOn the road from where there is no way backLet your dreams forever be your guideAnd inspire you to deeds of heroic mightYet you, my son, unlike other menAre blessed with a special tradeTo look beyond the veil of timeAnd turn the hand of fateBeneath the Eagle I will marchTo fight for Rome, to slay or dieUnder the Eagle I will rideTo fight to the end and then fight againTo fight to the end and then fight againIf word should come of your demiseThen I won't cry and keep in mindThat you'll have found a good way to dieDoubt is lurking in my mindFor what I've seen in my weirdest dreamEternal life, it can't be realAnd though indeed I will earn fame...History will erase my name
4. March Of Conquest
Shield to shield with banners highWar and conquest on their mindsRelentless, fearless, battle-scarredTo the West the legion marchedFrom triumph to triumphTime and time againRising through the ranksYoung Macsen gained commandSword to sword with banners highAssigned to light the African tribesRelentless, fearless, battle-scarredTo the South the legion marchedFor respect is much harder to earnBeyond the bond forged on the battlefieldFriendship makes one weak not strongTo do whatever has to be doneSide by side with banners highTo the last one they would fightRelentless, fearless to the endBut none of them he called his friendFrom triumph to triumphTime and time againCommanding them to certain deathHe rather wants respectSpear to spear with banners highAssigned to stop barbarian tribesRelentless, fearless, battle-scarredTo the Fast the legion marchedFor respect is much harder to earnBeyond the bond forged on the battlefieldFriendship makes one weak not strongTo do whatever has to be doneSide by side with banners highTo the last one they would fightRelentless, fearless to the endEach one of them he called his friend
5. Pair Dadeni
Marching on to Dinas BrânThe ravens called his nameBearer of the Eagle RedTo Britain Macsen cameA dream of certain deathUnveiled to him one nightIncursion of the Scots and PictsThe onset to the fightPossessed by battle lust he fellFor that day he would meet his endBut the dream did not revealThe power of the grail of BrânThe shards still held strengthHonouring his brave demiseThe druids baptised himBefore he diedThe shards of Pair Dadeni,Restored and blessed againThe cauldron of Rebirth,Immortalised through BrânThe past no longer of concernOnly future you can effectA single dream can make a changeReshape the world and alter fateThe shards of Pair Dadeni,Restored and blessed againThe cauldron of Rebirth,Immortalised through BrânMagic shards restored his lifeMiracle for all men to seeIn his veins its power reignedWhat about his guiding dreams?Crowned King at Dinas BrânThe ravens called his nameBearer of the Dragon RedIn Britain Macsen stayed
6. The Mindsong
Alas right there and thenThe emperor's sleep came to an end"It's better to be alone", lie thought"I have wars to wage, battles to lightLove always leads to pain and loss"But the maiden's song stuck in his mind"Emperor of Rome,You know I am realIf you love meYou'll come to me"He searched the landsAnd gave in to his dreamHis quest took himOver mountains and streamsTo the British islands he would roamThrough the gates of a towering keepThere sat an old king on an ivory throneAnd a maiden on a golden seatHis open eyes had never seenA maiden more fair than SheAs he kneeled beside her gilded chairHe softly sang into her ear"Empress of Rome,I knew you were realLet me love youBeyond my dreams"
7. Rage For Revenge
Seven lengthy years agoCrowned king on British soilRuler of the western throneCommanding Britain, Spain and GaulAt Helen's side he ruled the realmRaising castles, building roadsUntil one day the message cameOf his banishment from RomeHis title stripped, allies goneThey murdered and destroyed them allNo longer emperor of the westDisgrace he never would acceptUnder the Eagle Macsen leftTo die or triumph over GaulUnder the Dragon he'd returnRetaliate and conquer RomeA Celtic army Macsen raisedTo march and take the throneTo join him in his wrath for RomeA Celtic army Macsen raisedTo march and take the throneTo aid him in his rage for revengeSons of Eudav crushed the gatesDragon army entered RomeEmperor caught and slainMagnus Maximus sat on the ThroneMacsen's rage had died in bloodReflecting on his throne he satSince everything that he had touchedWas now forever changed...His title stripped, allies goneThey murdered and destroyed them allNo longer emperor of the westDisgrace he never would acceptUnder the Eagle Macsen leftTo die or triumph over GaulUnder the Dragon he returnedRetaliate and conquer RomeA Celtic army Macsen raisedTo march and take the throneTo join him in his wrath for RomeTo aid him in his rage for revenge
8. Dragon's Head
Rushing into battleThe onset to defeatIt's Roman killing RomanA clash of West and EastInvasion near AemonaThe onset to defeatIt's Roman against RomanA clash of West and EastEach and all decisions wrongBringing pain and miseryHis guiding dreams have come undoneCalling forth his destinyThe balance of the world seems goneAt Aquileia his final standCursed with dreadful visionsAttacked with overwhelming forceSurrounded by eastern legionsThe Battle of the SaveWhy didn't he foresee?His guiding dreams have come undoneCalling forth his destinyRushing into battleThe onset to defeatIt's Roman killing RomanA clash of West and EastAt Aquileia his final standCursed with dreadful visionsAttacked with overwhelming forceSurrounded by legionsBattle of the SaveWhy didn't he foresee?Incursions into GaulHis generals defeatedThe enemy victoriousConquering GaulAttacked from every sideMacsen wouldn't dieA red mist came before his eyesExecuted for all to seeFinally his dreams made senseEmbracing his dark destinyMagnus, The Emperor is deadMagnus MaximusThe Emperor is deadBehold Penn DragonThe Dragon's Head
9. Defiant Dreams
As ages went byThe dreaming head survivedEnclosed in a black shrineOracle for the mighty and highCaught in a strange inner battleA place beyond timeIts struggle withinUnapparent from withoutOnce all the power in the world was mineAll that's left is moribund fleshAnd the power to keep my dreams alivePlant ideas in someone's mindMy mind is tremblingMy thoughts absorbed by the ancient stonesMy spirit is willingMy dreams defiant past flesh and boneAll the choices in the world are mineAll that's left is drying fleshAnd the power to make my mark in timePlant ideas in someone's mindMy mind a whirl of visionsMy thoughts absorbed by the ancient stonesMy spirit is soaringMy dreams defiant past flesh and boneAs ages went byThe dreaming head survivedEnclosed in a black shrineOracle for the mighty and highHeir to an ancient mysteryFrom a place beyond timeIts knowledge withinUnapparent from withoutOnce I went on a quest divineWhen all i had was a legion of menI sought and found eternal lifeI conquered the world and made it mineMy mind is wide awakeMy thoughts absorbed by the ancient stonesMy spirit is exultingMy dreams defiant past flesh and boneMy mind a well of powerMy thoughts absorbed by the ancient stonesMy spirit undyingMy dreams defiant past flesh and boneBut knowledge has to grow in timeAll that's left is lost days pastThe things I've done and left undoneA dreaming head under a dawn skyAs ages went byThe dreaming head survivedEnclosed in a black shrineOracle for the mighty and highCursed with immortalityIn a place beyond timeIts dreams withinUnapparent from without
10. Damnatio Memoriae
In the darkThe head was silentFor all eternityErased from memoryReflecting his desiresTo roam the worldTo travel from sky to skyTo make his mark in timeImmortal travestyErased from historyIn the endHe closed his eyesAnd gave himself to dreams...
11. Mrs. McGrath
[Digipak Edition Bonus Track][originally is an Irish folk song]
Now, Mrs McGrath, the sargent said,
Would you like a soldier of your son Ted?
With a scarlet cloak and a big cocked hat,
Mrs McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.
Now Mrs McGrath lived on the shore
And after seven years or more,
His battleship come into the bay,
With her son from far away.
Oh captain, dear, where have you been,
Have you been sailing on the Mediterranean,
Have any news of my son Ted,
Is he living or is he dead?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.
Now came Ted without any legs
And in their place two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two,
Saying, my God, Ted is it you?
Now were you drunk or were you blind,
When you left your two fine legs behind
Or was it walking upon the sea,
That wore your two fine legs away?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.
No, I wasn’t drunk, and I wasn’t blind
When I left my two fine legs behind.
A cannon ball on the fifth of May,
Tore my two fine legs away.
Oh Teddy, my boy, the widow cried,
Your two fine legs was your mother's pride.
The stumps of a tree won't do at all,
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.
All foreign wars, I do proclaim,
Between Juan and the King of Spain.
I'd rather my son as he used to be,
Than the King of France and his whole navy.
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.
Arkadius "Akki" Antonik ‒ Vocals, Guitars, Keyboards
Lars Wehner ‒ Drums
Tim Siebrecht ‒ Bass
Marius "Jussi" Pesch ‒ Guitars, Vocals (clean)
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