Metal Lyrica - The Largest Metal Lyrics Archive
 www.metallyrica.com
# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Search lyrics by band name or use our Advanced Search engine: 
Advanced Search 


HERESIARH LYRICS

Dragons of War

"Dragons of War" (1998 Demo)

1. Horns Of War
2. The Cruel Bard
3. Lamenting Shield-maid
4. Dragons Domain
5. Wolfghosts (In Winter)
6. Ælfwine
7. Hidden live track







1. Horns Of War

In a silent morning haze, under desolate trees of old loom scattered shelters of some infantry troops. Dawn burns east as every morning yet some unknown tension freezes the air and the warriors grow wary in spirit and heart... Suddenly clouds of dust rise above the pale horizon and the watchmen spring to their feet. Sound of horns stirs up a warcry and the host lines up for attack! Horns of war pierce the air Warriors clad in shining mail Swords and leather, fire and steel Clash of iron, grim whet spears Into the battlestorm... the heads of the fallen are shattered under hoofs and chariot wheels, blades cut man by man and the soil is soaked in blood thousands of slaves are working afield, reaping the harvest of death... Yet as the dark draws night And dusk falls on the menacing peace White ghosts of war-men long reapen here Faces of horror and dread and of throe Then roam among the countless bodies Hewn upon the battlefield Oh, drive away the carrion And bury your peers And then mourn as you can And rejoice as you dare to Until the horns of war sound again This is a warrior's destiny To solemnly loaf And await the sound of the horns...




2. The Cruel Bard

This is the lay of the cruel bard He wrote it himself in his perilous youth And nobody knows and no other lay tells If fate finally gave him a lesson or no He was a bard as anyone else yet nature had praised him a gift of its worth an irresistible beauty and charm of the lords, which he did not hesitate to use for his own good Pleasure he seeked and the inevitable pain, which eventually scorched his soul beyond recognition so that it was never completely healed unless for the moments when he was alone with the splendour of nature and his love for the sky Long roads did he take and many a path and lots of young girls fainted away to his enthralling songs and caressing lips. Yet his heart could not find any place for a rest... (Oh) The cruel bard He was And his lays were fair As dew in the grass Yet his heart was of stone... Thousands of burnt villages he left behind And thousands of hearts unmended Wherever he went he brought pleasure, then woe To daughters and mothers and envious men He knew it all very well, the cruel bard But, hell, he had nothing at all to disown So he just grinned as the devil himself And all the women around lost their pride Although he sometimes did try to unlock his heart Hid under strong chest of marble and snow Yet he could not help loving anyone else But himself and the dark of his kingly bent brows Like a motionless sculpture of a pale heathen god The bard used to stare in a mirror of glass And he was ensnared in the webs of his own Reflection of beauty so kingly yet cold...




3. Lamenting Shield-maid

She was not raised in garden of peace, where sunbeams play in blooming trees. She was told to be born in battle and brought up among dismal and death. Skilled in the craft of killing and fight, the girl learned to bear weapons and a sword did she yield. No worse than her peers she held up her shield and grew into a maiden, a fair one and strong. And there among warriors all grim-faced and tall she eventually found her life and her love. And in an ancient old forest of green they used to meet in their ardour and lust. They embraced each other and only the trees heard their sighs full of pleasure shared under the veil of the moon... Yet they had to part soon as the battlefield called and brought them apart for many a league and for months she was sundered from his godly voice and this is the song that she sang: Ho! To the battle I went And killed many a mightier men (and even a troll!) And my sorrow withdrew As I drowned my woes In the deaths of my enemies And the blood of my foes Victories healed her and gave her the strength to rival the severance and the grief of long nights... Once roaming along an old brook in the wood, she heard voices and sound of a battle not far - so unsheathing her sword the maid hastened for help and could not believe her emerald eyes when she percieved Him lying in the rushes alone with crimson red cloud of blood spreading around, all pierced with sharp arrows and hewn into parts. To the ancient green forest had he evidently returned to seek shades of their happiness long left behind, but ambushed by enemies and grievously wounded he was as she leant over him and wept... The shield-maid mourned long beside his deep grave, dug by her own hands in a shadowy meadow in the ancient forest of menacing old. And this is her last lamenting chant: Now to my final battle I must go All I ever had is now buried and lost And he whom I cherished has taken my strength Away to the halls where life never ends There now I shall follow and meet him again And among the undying flowers and trees We'll walk hand in hand in the gardens of death




4. Dragons Domain

It was in the long gone days of old When the mighty master of darkness Hit the earth with his terrible mace And tremendous tumults shook the soil Amidst vast vapours of fire and dust A great mound arose in the wastelands of north, And there among fields of heather and moss Began the tale of Dragon's Domain... Within the majestic mountain of stone The master then carved great caves beyond count And inside the gloomy cold walls of the rock Forth brought he the darkest design of his thought And shaped a mighty kingdom for worms Finally under the roofs of the hill. Where black pitches loomed and ground belched flames. He placed the first seeds of a Dragon's Domain. The new devised race of horror and dread - Like birds merged with serpents of lizards, or worms - Soon woke from their wyrmish slumber of time And no beasts yet greater had followed the Moon. They hardened their flesh in the fires of the earth And sharpened their claws on the edges of rock And soon every tree in the wastelands was burnt By the scorching breath of the Dragon's Domain. Far beyond the borders they went And sacked and brought ruin to every neighbouring realm And the king of serpents wore a crown of their hoard A golden-horned sign of their splendour and might And only the bravest warriors dared To enter the bare lands around the kingdom of snakes And never through many a century after Did bards forget the tale of the Dragon's Domain. The bards forgot the tale of Dragon's Domain...




5. Wolfghosts (In Winter)

Beyond the invisible girdle of north Lies the well-hidden castle of frost And the paths to its towers, carved in ice. Are guarded by wolves of ominous size. Great are their numbers in winter's realm And great is their strength by all the accounts And nobody passes the borders unseen By the fiery eyes of the servants of wild Yet some of the evil spirits Those most unobedient and vile Have been cast out of the enchanted domain And doomed to forever roam the land When full-moon casts its evil beams On silent forests and ice-clad streams Unlucky travellers may then hear A chilling howl of anger afar There the downfallen children of snow Each of the twelve expelled once Have gathered a threatening army of wolves To avenge upon mankind the curse laid on them People of highlands, men of the north - folk of fierce courage, endurance and might - yet even They fear the onslaughts of the phantoms at night, and above all their leaders, whom they named wolfghosts - dreadful masters with white on their breast and bellow-like nostrils, inclined for warm flesh And when over the sinister mountains of north Storms forth a raging blizzard of frost Through the snowclouds may sometimes be seen Foggy shades of rushing terrible beasts Ahead of the flock leaps a tremendous wolf - one of the twelve in hunger and wrath Gnashing its fangs of iron and steel, whilst leading the majestic legion of night Pity to those forlorn who may ever perceive The triumphant king of the nebular herd...




6. Ælfwine

Under trees on leaf-clad ground Throughout the golden autumn time (We're) making love and dancing round Drinking sparkling elvenwine...




7. Hidden live track

 


Search lyrics by band name or use our Advanced Search engine: 
# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
  www.metallyrica.com 


Contact e-mail: webmaster@metallyrica.com
Copyright (c) 2007 - Metallyrica.com - All lyrics are the property and copyright of their respective owners.
All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only. Please read the disclaimer.

About Us - Submit Lyrics - Privacy Policy - Disclaimer - Links