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Weapons of the Dark Ages
04:15
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Dark forces advancing
Beneath the sky, The sun, The moon and stars
Swords are sharpened, Rain is falling
A cold wind blow the first scream breaks the silence
A trace of bone, lead up to here, is this the final chapter?
From the caves they erupt with no fear with no mercy
Wielding metal pierce through the air
Weapons of the dark ages
A twisted hellscape is taking form, a blood red sky is burning
Desperation and despair, a skull gets crushed to pieces
Mortal hordes thirst for blood
Controlled by an unseen master
They slash their way through human flesh
A final prayer before a certain death
They raise their banners up high
Ready to charge and ready to die
With nothing to lose and a false god to serve
A grinding metal massacre is at hand
Machinery oiled by blood, conquest of sea and land
A dying victim grasps for air, she dies for their desire
Terror – Death – Corruption
Terror – Death – Destruction
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Devil in Command
07:46
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I awoken in sweat from the Swedish dream
Saw another bomb raid on my tv screen
That child who was falling lifeless to the ground
She couldn´t been older than ten or nine
Ragged faces in ragged clothes praying not to die
The executioner just shrugs and say you will surely die
The sun is setting in the west, then rises in the east
When morning breaks there is no one left
Who can pray for peace
A haunting image of a destiny soaked in blood
The present unfolding in a cruel and gruesome state
In the depths of hell the devil smile
All the endless bodies are piling up nice
Set out to forge his immortal throne of skulls
It will reach up to this world to make hell a place on earth
What kind of god allow this
A blood bath within his realm
To believe is to sin
Get off that cross
From the Swedish dream I awoken in sweat
Saw another bomb strike on my tv-set
Countless white crosses decorate this land
We watch from a distance
but got the blood on our hands
We all humans have right to this planet
Bring our leaders to the slaughter
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Beneath a Blood Red Sky
06:50
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Light is fading fast over this pockmarked countryside.
We’re making good time to nowhere, anywhere. Wherever that may be.
Well, nothing matters anyway, we have no rush to the end.
Shadows grow longer, to end the futile conquest of the sun.
Soon it’s just the headlights, as the highway, lulls our weary souls.
Steering our thoughts free from realityas we intoxicate ourselfs into oblivion.
Making petty jokes about our future and past, knowing damn well we can have neither.
Grinding teeths mumbling horrors in a drunken madness,as I see carrion crows circle us above.
It won’t be long now, but now is all we have, in a haze, as we cry we keep on laughing.
At the dead of night we fear the light.
Above us an endless sky with no gods to guide our path
We didn’t ask for much just the world set ablaze and burn
To twist and turn, reborn in fire
For a new beginning, free of suffering, free from pain
But we witnessed their power
No dreams where ever achieved
The speed in our veins is decreasing
And the ale don´t work as before
Their claws are tearing the flesh from our naked bodies
How can one live in a state of eternal confusion
Where freedom has chains and snares
and where life lost its meaning
How.. can we ever survive an endless winter
Cause they have wielded their power
Destroyed what could have been
As the speed in our veins is decreasing
And the ale has gone sour and foul
The thrones are besieged by a mighty foe
Who built their castles upon sacrificed bones
Still there is tension in the ranks that shakes the foundation
Still there is light in the dark that one day will drown them in fire
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Funeral Dirge
02:01
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Whipped by the scourges of starvation and inequity we ambled forwards into the cauldron
Gripped by a terror greater than death we dug into the frozen earth
Unmarked graves for soldiers not yet fallen
A legion of nameless men hunger and hatred battled in our eyes
Forlorn souls, fingers blue and noses blackened
Shivering, shaking, less than animal.
On the horizon their chariots of war emitted a beastly roar
Puking fire towards us
Stripped of doubt we formed and steel became us
Ripped from the bowels of hell our demons rose
Flames seared the frozen earth and what once was men bloomed into roses of flesh and blood
Though in our midst a thunder god pounded the drums of war.
Rest now in in your iron tombs, he bellowed.
The earth itself shook, as if in awe.
Then, silence.
Then, only the whisper of flames that licked metal
carcasses and frigid winds that sung our funeral dirge
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Envy the Dead
08:03
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Under the palm trees at the shore of a sun-drenched beach
The glasses are raised high, high up into the cloudless sky
A celebration, a victory for those who fought and won
The defeated opponent lies battered on the ground
The orders are given from the highest command
The instructions are crystal clear kill an-other man
The Warlords demands more blood just to keep them alive
These are beasts not human, easy logic, barbaric style
Their battle cries echoes to butcher and butcher and butcher again
Primal instinct savage beyond compare
The men here gathered, raw power in its purest form
They control these battlefields, its duration and shape
And they control an army since long fallen from grace
A soulless militia who does it just for the cash
Their commanders in chief roaming the lands all free
Sipping Bacardi at the shore of a sun drenched beach
As the burial grounds and the corpses beneath
Already forgotten as the warmachine marches on
The living shall envy the dead in the final hour
They don´t give a damn about life in their quest for power
The body count rises and does so for each passing day
Its getting hard to breathe and keep the foul stench away
We have learnt nothing and repeat the horrors again
Slaughter.. of the innocent, just a game for them to play
The architects of war, safe and sound as ever before
Their glasses are raised high, high up into cloudless skies
They try to drag you into battle – resist, defy, refuse
Not today, not tomorrow but your day will come
Soon all that is left is the eternal war
Fought on never ending battlefields
Can we defend ourselves against the all-consuming warmachine
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Swordwielder Sweden
Crust from Gothenburg, Sweden
In darkness there is silence
In death there is peace
Haunting inside me
Where chaos breeds
Contact: swordwielders@hotmail.com
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