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Bal Sagoth lyrics

Album: Battle Magic [1998]

 01  Battle Magic
 02  Naked Steel (The Warrior's Saga)
 03  A Tale From The Deep Woods
 04  Return To The Praesidium Of Ys
 05  Crystal Shards
 06  The Dark Liege Of Chaos Is Unleashed At The Ensorcelled Shrine Of A'zura-Kai
 07  When Rides The Scion Of The Storms
 08  Blood Slakes The Sand At The Circus Maximus
 09  Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)
 10  And Atlantis Falls...
all Bal Sagoth lyrics

Battle Magic
Sorcerers and shamans, weave your spells of war,
Ensure our mighty sword-arms are the strongest and the quickest.
Entwine us with great battle magic 'til we stand knee-deep in gore,
And by all the gods, we'll ride to where the fray rages the thickest!

The war-song of the Wolves of Caylen-Tor,
as heard at the Battle of Blackhelm Vale.

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
Naked Steel (The Warrior's Saga)
Legends etched into the ancient stone dolmens on the Dark Moors...

THE ORACLE OF WAR: The crows will pick your bones clean...
Never sweet the kiss of cold steel.


Blades aflame with witch-fire burning,
Bright swords blessed by nine king's blood,
The elf-witch weaves war-spells upon us,
Neath the wolf-moon's gaze we shall slake our steel!

THE WARRIOR: Battle Magic empowers my thews!
THE ORACLE OF WAR: The crows will pick your bones clean...
THE WARRIOR: Red-Tooth thirsts to smite and slaughter!
THE ORACLE OF WAR: Never sweet the kiss of cold steel...

Born beneath the thrice-cursed cromlech (destined for deeds of greatness),
Three stars aligned to assauge thine newborn cries,
Foretold, the hilt of Red-Tooth awaits thine hand (kingdoms shall fall before thee!),
And in the Nine Scrolls thine death prophesized.

The clarion of battle beckons me... Red-Tooth crackles with searing spectral energy. Aye, emperors and kings shall perish beneath my blade! The head of the Eastern Chieftan adorns my spear... I've a throne to usurp! INTO THE THICK OF THE FRAY!

This heart that pounds like a hammer,
This heart that pounds so strong,
This heart that pumps a great warrior's blood,
This heart will pound for half as long.

By all the gods... I swear the ireful edge of dwarf-forged steel shall meet all who dare stand against me! My destiny awaits... I shall carve my path in carnage, and inscribe my saga upon the scrolls of legendry in the spilled blood of slaughtered kings!

THE ORACLE OF WAR: Carnage! And the crows shall feast upon the eyes of the slain!

The final dolmen of the Dark Moors is mysteriously missing, believed removed thousands of years ago by troll war-bands as a trophy of battle...

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
A Tale From The Deep Woods
The ravens are on the wing!

My scramasax is red (stained with the blood of many Mercian warriors),
The ravens are on the wing,
By Offa's decree I am an outlaw,
Branded wolfshead by my own king.
(The orm-garth awaits me, darkly astir with ophidian malice...)

The ravens are on the wing!

Ash for our spear-hafts,
Yew for our bow-staves,
Oak for our deck planks,
Oak and elder our shields.

Hail, o' great liege of the ancient woods, ruler of the deepest forest...
you, who were reigning o'er your time-veiled kingdom centuries
before the arrogant men who proclaim themselves kings of this island
ever supped of life's bitter-sweet draught...

I give you my hail,
I give you my blood,
I give you my life,
O' sylvan liege.

My life bleeds forth unto the earth (from many deep and dire wounds),
To slake your roots, great old king... (as I rest my battle-ravaged body against thee.)

The ravens are on the wing!

Ten leagues ride on lathered steed,
Gold in hand to a sword-for-hire,
A blood-eagle carved by Saxon steel,
And two score slain earns royal ire.

Gwynned lies two days westwards,
Still further south, the weregeld calls.
Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour,
My deeds may yet inspire the skalds.

Litha's moon gleams high o'er the tallest oak,
Ancient king in this sylvan court of elm, ash and yew,
The wood-spirits watch from gnarled bough and bole,
As I pull two Mercian shafts from my bloodied thews.

The ravens are on the wing!

I give you my hail,
I give you my blood,
I give you my life,
O' sylvan liege.

Beneath the oak, I rest, bone weary,
Thirsting for a horn of ale or jug of mead,
And yet how could a heathen man wish for any more,
Than the healing balms of English trees?

The ravens are on the wing!

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudling with Chris Maudlingback to top
Return To The Praesidium Of Ys
I was spawned deep beneath the Pre-Cambrian sea, the scion of a far distant sun...
I have traversed the endless stars, and journeyed to a myriad galaxies...
The dimensional gates of the multiverse are mine to voyage effortlessly beyond,
Cosmic infinity is naught to one such as I... I am as one with celestial eternity...
Clad in gleaming pentlandite armour, on a whim I may reshape entire worlds,
Or extinguish the blazing light of a sun... and I remain forever enchanted by sylphs...

I have seen demons lick your ivory hands,
And watched you ride naked upon the backs of fire-dragons...
Your eyes sparkle clear as hoar-frost,
And yet they are thrice as devoid of warmth.

Wielding this power cosmic, the omniverse is mine to conquer!
Our progency shall rule the very cosmos itself!

Arcane power lances from my fingertips,
Life withers before my baleful gaze.
The proud citadels of great antediluvian empires
Have been razed to the ground by my zircon blade.

Your invocations unleashed the great worm
Which compelled the devouring seas to Atlantis...
Riding the screaming crest of fettered lons,
I shall bring my crystalline chaos where order reigns!

Return with me... beyond the stars...
Rule with me... a thousand worlds...

The Galactic Nexus has empowered me (I am gloriously, eternally omnipotent!)
And as a god I shall return to the Praesidium of Ys!

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
Crystal Shards
I stand engulfed by the moon-magic of a winter eve's dream,
Enraptured by bloodlust, and nine fire-gems ablaze,
I am beckoned by sylph-spells and the jewelled sword a'gleam,
As the great war-fleet of Ys sails the crystalline waves.

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
The Dark Liege Of Chaos Is Unleashed At The Ensorcelled Shrine Of A'zura-Kai
You must learn to control your spirit-form, Xerxes...
for by mastering the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many places,
and many times. Countless secrets will be unlocked for you, and great enlightenment shall be yours.
Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all others,
one era which occupies my thoughts unceasingly...
What of the clash between the Royal Army of Hyperborea and the Wraiths of the Chaos-Liege?
Ah, yes... command the mists, Xerxes... gaze into their limitless depths...
compel them to show you that martial vista which you so fervently seek.
Yes... I see the massing forces, the battle is imminent!
How splendid the Imperial Army looks as it fronts the foe... into the fray they ride!

Chapter 1:
The Bloodying of the King (The Armies of the Hyperborean Empire steadfastly engage the
Horde of Wraiths)

Imperial Cavalry... advance! RIDE THEM DOWN!
In to the fray! Demonstrate unforgettably the art of Hyperborean warcraft!
Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx.
Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose.
Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion!

Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire...
Here we stand upon the Field of Blood...
Though this day we may die,
Our legend shall live forever.

Minions of Chaos, rend their flesh, crush their bones, devour their souls!

Chapter 2: Havoc at the Shrine of A'zura-Kai

Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming,
Meet them with cold steel a'cleaving,
Fall only when our hearts cease beating,
Men of Hyperborea.

By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword,
I call forth the fury of the storm to rend the massed legions of Chaos!

And at the sound of his baleful Words of Power, the sky split wide in fury,
and searing tendrils of ruinous lightning lanced inexorably forth from the heavens to rake and
reave the massed hordes of Chaos...

The fearful spells he had learned from the Mountain...
did their casting win the battle for the King's legions?
ALTARUS: The fiends were dealt a staggering blow by the sorcerous incantations,
the power of the spells inexplicably magnified by the enchantments of the Crystal.
The Wraiths were routed soundly by the elder magics,
fleeing the field howling their anathemas and maledictions against the King,
and the winged horrors fell seared and burning from the enraged sky.
But the twisted machinations of insidious Chaos had prepared for the King one final blow in this
dread confrontation... aye, the Chaos-Lie

Chapter 3: The Awakening of Chaos

Fly, my winged sentinel of the night,
Deliver unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power,
That I may at last be free once more...

Come then, mortal!
Test that cursed blade of black steel against me if you dare! O' great king,
your pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath! 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die!

For the eternal glory of Hyperborea!

But what did Angsaar want of the Crystal?
I know he battled his immortal nemesis over possession of the mystic gems many aeons ago...
but what use would just one of the jewels be to him?

Then the battle, the defeat of the wraiths, all that had been merely a ruse...
a scheme implemented by the Chaos-Liege merely to realize his ultimate ambition of the
sundering of the mystic shackles?

Yes, the only chance... the last hope for victory...

What was that deed? What could stop the Chaos-Liege?
I must know the outcome of this confrontation!
ALTARUS: The vista begins to darken...
the mists once again weave their spell to withold their timelost secrets.
Practice your art, Xerxes... hone your skills,
and the final outcome of this epic tale shall soon be made known to you...

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
When Rides The Scion Of The Storms
Dover, England: September 1594 (the recollections of a war-weary mariner)

Memories of death and life...

For countless thousands of centuries I have walked the earth...
I have seen endless battle,
And untold centuries of slaughter.

I am reborn once more!
The same grim spirit once again given flesh...
O' to be ravished by the seductress death...

The Scion of the Storms:
Dethroned 'ere Atlantis fell, haunted by a dark queen's curse,
My son's soul shackled by this spell of endless death and grim rebirth.
Fly, o' skyborne steed of Lyonesse, ride the tempest's wings,
I am the scion of the vengeful skies, a god to warriors and kings!

Reflections on lifetimes of carnage:

I have been slain by Roman gladius,
And by Norman spear dealt a mortal wound,
The threads of my ensorcelled destiny
Endlessly woven on some unknown cosmic loom.
I have lost my life to longbow shafts
Fighting for the English crown,
And mayhap I'll end this mariner's life
A good three score fathoms down!

I marched with vast armies 'ere gleaming Atlantis sank beneath the waves...
I reddened my blade against Caesar's legions long ago...
I stood beside Boudicca at Colchester...
I dealt honed steel death from the ranks of Arthur Pendragon...
I slew and looted gloriously at Lindisfarne...
I slaked my scramasax at Maldon...
I crossed blades with Brian Boru at Clontarf...
I slaughtered left and right with Harold at Hastings...
I dispatched Norman swordsmen with Robin of Loxley...
I wielded a Claymore at Stirling Bridge...
I was in the thick of the fray beside Henry at Agincourt...
I spilled blood for the White Rose at Bosworth Field...
I captained a galleon against the great Armada of Philip II...

I have witnessed the rise of corrupt religions,
but my heathen blade was red countless centuries before their flaccid laws were ever carved in stone.

They call me the Scourge of Medina Sedonia...
my ship sails at dawn, and may our English steel ring gloriously against the cutlasses of the
outlander pirates!
Hails !
have written for me in the stars... but the gods have decreed that this is the path I must follow,
and I am sure that my adventures are far from over...

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
Blood Slakes The Sand At The Circus Maximus
Thoughts of an Iceni gladiator, awaiting the opening of the arena portcullis:

Memories of rebellion (Carnage at Camulodunum):

Iceni Messenger: Hearken! The Ninth Legion has been put to the sword!
The war-Chief of Queen Boudicca: Onwards to Camulodunum...
wet your swords! Redden the earth with Roman blood!

I remember the carnage at Camulodunum...
The glorious clash of Celtic sword against Roman gladius,
The pride in the eyes of our war-queen
As we hacked down the Imperial Eagle,
And the severed heads of centurions gaping atop our spears.

Bloodshed and Battle: 61 AD (C.E.)

We certainly taught the arrogant invading dogs a lesson, at any rate.
The omens and portents spoke of vast bloodshed and great carnage,
and after our slaughterous victories at Camulodunum (the Temple of Claudius burned wonderfully!),
Londinium and Verulanium, the cursed Romans finally dared to meet us honourably upon the field of war at Mandeussedum.
They sent fifteen thousand legionaires, their armour gleaming like gold in the sun...
but it would still yield to our swords and spears, no
The Roman scoundrel, Governor Suetonius Paullinus,
battle-scarred from his campaigns against the Druids,
was able to choose the ground upon which to make his stand,
and so it was that he selected as the battlefield a narrow valley,
fronted by a flat plain, with dense woodland at its rear. Aye... Mandeussedum,
"the place of the chariots"... I remember it vividly.

We were swelled by our victories, empowered by our noble cause,
enraged with the battle frenzy; thirsting to take as many Roman heads as our bright blades
could sever!
And yet we were perhaps somewhat overconfident that day...

Abducted from the Iceni:

In the aftermath of our defeat at Mandeussedum, I was captured by Romans with a veiled intent...
(though three of them died at my hands in the attempt!)
Nero was growing bored with the gladiators, slaves and lion-fodder at his great Circus,
and so had requested Suetonius Paullinus to provide the citizens of Rome with new entertainment...
The Emperor had heard much of the wildness and fighting spirit of these barbaric Britons
who had brought such woe to his far-famed legions; these painted,
pagan tribesmen who had resisted the Empire's iron fist where the glorious phalanxes of the East had not.
"Agents of the Imperium... hearken to my words", Nero had demanded. "Bring to Rome some of these tribesman for the Games.
Let us pit them against our most ravenous beasts and our greatest gladitorial champions."
And so I was taken in fetters aboard a Roman trireme, the blood of slain legionaires
still crusted upon my thews, I was taken far from the fens of my beloved homeland,
to tread the sun baked sand of the Circus Maximus... to fight for my life in the Imperial Arena.

Arrival at the Circus Maximus:

The Circus Maximus was certainly a splendid sight, I'll admit.
A vast colosseum with great stone columns and tiers,
huge ornate arches and mighty statues of grey marble.
Countless people filled the seats surrounding the sandy floor of the Arena...
and in his opulent royal enclosure, flanked by gleaming guards and grovelling lackeys,
sat the great Emperor himself...

Emperor Nero: Fight, barbarian outlander! Please us, and mayhap Mars will smile on thee this day!

Iceni warrior: Bah! I do not hail to your Roman gods, and you are not my emperor!
By Cernunnos, the blood of my enemies shall stain the sand of this cursed arena red this day!

The Combat Commences:

They unleashed the lions first.
Hunger maddened beasts, goaded into a frenzy by the cruel point of many a pilum...
And yet my own hunger, the hunger for revenge, was greater,
and my honed steel was sharper than bestial fang and claw.
And so they ranged their finest warriors against me.
Three more iron gates around the arena yawned open,
and they strode from the colosseum tunnels amidst a cacophony of cheering from the assembled
Roman spectators, urged on and showered with martial adulation from the massed arena crowd,
who howled their bloodlust without cessation.

Far above, upon his great dias, the Emperor gave the signal for the combat to begin,
and with the battle-lust engulfing me, with the red mist swirling before my eyes,
I vowed to my northern gods that I would show these leering Romans the fighting spirit
and battle prowess of my people... I would leave the arena littered with the bloody corpses
of my opponents...
I would cast off the imperial fetters and return to the fens!
Aye, I would escape, and make all Romans fear my name,
and compel Nero to rue the day Julius Caesar had first ordered his legions across the grim grey sea

To be continued...

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)
The contemplations of Joachim Blokk:

As my sword drips black now with the unclean blood of another slain fiend,
it occurs to me that history will most probably record me a fanatic...
as for more years than I care to remember I have dedicated my life to the caseless pursuit
and destruction of the loathsome undead. Indeed,
it was long ago that I commenced with the wreaking of my grim vengeance upon the denizens of the
dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Fiend's Bane,
I vow they shall all pay for taking my beloved from me!

Drowned in the icy lake of tragedy,
Forged in the fires of revenge,
Driven by the winds which compel a man to destiny,
Haunted by the whispers of the dead.

Blood is black in the moonlight
As it was when I pierced the heart of my betrothed,
Blood is black in the moonlight,
Her undead gaze gleaming ire upon me.
Blood is black in the moonlight
I held aloft her head to my grim gods,
Blood is black in the moonlight
(Now I am eternally bonded to my blade)
And ever I am thwarted by the dark!

Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with revenge this night!
Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the edge of ensorcelled steel!
Night has fallen, the hunt begins...
Vengeful carnage 'neath the moon!

And as I put brand to her pyre,
I swore then to my gods that those vile creatures who tore the life and hope
from my beloved's breast and replaced it with that unspeakable sanguineous ravening
would repay a hundredfold in slaughter and bloodshed for their misdeed...
I would hunt them to their worm-ridden tombs, wherever they crept or slithered upon the earth,
and wreak my honed steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave.
Such was my vow!

Aye, this bride of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging...
to me she is as pure as the newly fallen snow, kissed by the breeze at dusk...
and yet she has supped deep of the ichors of many men and fiends alike.

Shadow spawned demons ravening for my blood,
Yet the thirst of my blade is greater!
Aye, all they shall feast upon this night will be cold steel!
I hear the slither of scales on silk,
Fiend's Bane replete with undead slaughter!

I am the scourge of the devils who dwell in darkness...
(but the darkness writhing in my own soul is so much deeper...)
Their flesh burns at the touch of my blade of searing vengeance,
And I cast their malign spirits screaming into limbo!

Darkfall, and the autumn moon glimmers on my steel...
Now it is time to hunt and slay once more,
For the night has come!

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
And Atlantis Falls...
And lo, I witnessed the vast seas rise forth like a great ravenous beast,
a devouring maelstrom of cataclysmic fury; and the gleaming spires and citadels of proud,
ancient Atlantis were consumed, to gleam no more... save in the dreams of sorcerers and warriors...
aye, and poets and kings.

The astral testimony of Altarus the Traveller

Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudlingback to top
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