CIRITH GORGOR

Onwards To The Spectral Defile The Declaration Of Our Neverending War I will have no mercy For this moslim bane In my darkest fantasies They will die in pain Rulers of the seas, the mountains and the sky Strong pagan warriors, not afraid to die Hearts filled with pride and wargods on our side Recapturing our might, by desecrating Eastern light Icewinds blowing in your face Trying to stand my disastrous mace Unable to stand it anymore We will win this eternal war!!! And as we've conquered this world of lies I speak my freezing incantation Which turns this world in a world of ice A world without any... salvation! Rulers of the seas, the mountains and the sky Strong pagan warriors, not afraid to die Hearts filled with pride and wargods on our side Recapturing our might, by desecrating Eastern light Watching those beneath me Noticing how they struggle Trying to stand my blasphemy Avoiding to be trembled Neverending hate Against the Eastern enemy Before it will be too late And they will spread more misery Wodan, Odin, god(s) of wisdom Riding Sleipnir through the sky Guided by your darkest ravens Your spirit will never die! I raise my head to the cold blue sky Even so I do with my sword I have the power, I cannot die This was given to me by the thunderlord! __________ Winter Embraces Lands Beyond They ride upon infernal dragons, mighty beasts And one of them is carrying a lance and a banner And is chosen under the power of Amaymon "Art thou Asmoday?" "And he giveth the ring of virtues and guardeth the place where treasures lie" And when the clouds get dark and vast Our aspirations penetrate infinity And our voice will be heard and feared As the gloomy sky turns in a carmine dream The other one is carrying a viper And he is a strong and mighty duke "He shalt declare wittingly how the spirits feel" And as the sky turns in a carmine dream The legions of infernal spirits dwell Ruled by the great king of the east As Bael speaks he casts his spell And winter embraces lands beyond "Art thou Asmoday?" Under Amaymon they all dwell And you shall feel their presence When winter embraces lands beyond __________ Through Burning Wastelands Passing fields where once was joy They felt the mighty emperor's wrath Through woods of eternal winter, wolves howl An everlasting serenade to praise the demonkind They know who I am, for they are damned for life Do they know me from a distant past, from ancient times Or have they seen me in a future in their dreams? All the innocent will be burned, for I kill and conquer The snow turns red, the lakes turn black The skies now stand ablaze and swords Are raised to hail thee, for thou art back Now the sun has failed, a waxing moon Now rules the sky, once ablaze, now grey and cold Wolves howl day and night, and the weak ones flee Where is their god as their end is now to see? All the innocent will be burned, for I kill and conquer The snow turns red, the lakes turn black The skies now stand ablaze and swords Are raised to hail thee, for thou art back Behold his throne, a majestic shade in the night Their screams are heard, but there's nothing they can do For we, stormrulers of the two-horned empire Now wander eternal and all the lands we rule __________ Sons Of The New Dawn The Warlord weaves his web of fear. Each man receives his faith of share. A blood-red sun is the warriors shield. The eagle scans the battlefield. From a beautiful dark past, when the Earth was young and pure. We'll go into a disgraceful future, where everything we own is lost. But we are the Sons of the New Dawn. Under the sign of the hammer, we'll take back what us belongs, warriorsouls longing for revenge. We are guided by the Warlord, so comrades take up your shields. And raise your swords high to the sky, for we will rule the battlefields! Just like Autumn dies and Winter follows, our Winter is beyond. Let's rebuild our dynasty, with pagan souls and immortal beauty. Fight, my warriors fight. Fight for the heathen pride. Hail, my warriors hail. And don't let this mission fail. Remember, death is the element we do not fear. Stand strong with pride, and never surrender. My mighty warriors, our empire is near. For we do accept the rules of nature. Oh, magnificent Gods of War; let us be victorious. And may we find our paradise in the eternal spheres of ice. For we are the Sons of the New Dawn. Hailing under the sign of Mjollnir. we will rebuild our dynasty. Young and strong, to infinity! __________ Darkness Returns When the leaves fall from the tree And the sun shines not as strong as it did before You can feel the wind is getting colder The days become shorter, every night The freezing wind rages through the trees At this time dark powers unite We exist to reach our desire The end of daylight Darkness has returned... Lightning in the blackened sky Black clouds quickly passing by The moon sometimes appears Rain falls down like little tears The summer has disappeared And winter has returned to earth Winter's darkness rules every night The end of daylight Now the sun is out of sight Finally darkness has returned This is what we were waiting for Our desire, for the dark __________ Wandering Cirith Gorgor Six roses of damnation thorns of oblivion, dreams unfold. Stars enlighten a darkened sky like reminders of ancient stories, still untold. As shadows dance through the landscape the dreamy spires now grow bold. Like statues of gods once fighting autumn wars, the remains shaped in purest gold. Silver is the eye that sees it all reflecting its light on marbled stone. The beauty of night oppresses his thoughts at once an eclipse darkens the halls. He wanders beyond the gates to their kingdom through cemetaries of dismal dreams and misery. The snow-covered mountains, so dark and cold lay hidden in the silence of a deathlike eternity. The smell of passion and gloomy romanticism laying over the dusk-filled gardens: Gardens drenched in the colours of temptation but hidden in the music of the dead. The wanderer goes on and on his kingdom will never be theirs, never. In bittersweet desire, grim and everlasting through all times he wanders, alone and forever... Wandering Cirith Gorgor Walking the path to Gorgoroth Wandering Cirith Gorgor Walking the path of the dead __________ Ephel Duath (A Warrior's Tale) (Chapter 1:) The warrior's fight with the unearthly forces of the caves of death. The fight lasts for months and is challenging for both the warrior's physic and mental strength. Eventually he manages to resist the murderous forces of death. Hail to the immortal warrior spirit... Dwelling in the caves of Ephel Duath There lies his throne, drowned in anxiety Worlds below got overwritten by the domains of silence (They lead us to) the crown of immortality Shapeshifting images of misty morning battles As you dwell through the eternal caves of death Divine pictures (as) carmine litanies in reverse Sons of dragons, perpetually cursed Gazing in a dream of suffering A midwinter tear's epilogue Dwelling through ghastly chambers dark Infinity passes in neverending cold Scarlet dreams in nights to come Misanthropy is our crimson reality A bloodred wire through infinity Through veils as black as never before Slumbering, the dreams are pale One thousand eyes behold As astral images pass in gloom Unconsciousness reflects the reality cold Dwelling in the caves of death Thoughts show the manifests of old As pictures drenched in candlelight Arise to take your soul (Chapter 2: Epilogue) The warrior meets his enemies of flesh and blood... ...And through the shadowmountains we march Towards valleys in dying grey Fiery swords and blazing bolts In battle, until that glorious day Victory!! __________ Shadows Over Isengard For the dawn in Isengard is sunless For the day in Isengard is black For the evening storms roar crimson As the night falls with a fiery sky When the words are spoken The shadow rises from his tomb A majestic shade over the world As I grant thee the key and the spell is broken We proudly stand at the gates of paradise Until the evening storms roar crimson And the night falls with a fiery sky Shadows over Isengard Unveiling The Essence Conquering The Shadowworld Wandering draped in smothered moonlight Distant memories consume my mind Amidst these blackened ancient woods The profound smell of grievance slumbers Unfolding dreams seem vague but still As the fields of old draw near And these mountains I still recognise (Bloodstained memories emerge) "I see a maiden, young and fair, falling lifeless to the ground A gleam once touched her face and hair yet now is nowhere to be found Slain by black, audacious steel, her earthly ties are torn Hatred chose her fate to seal through this malicious scorn" A flash turns fire into stone The gruesome dark of night weighs stronger Striding forth through veils of fog Unable to conquer my shadowworld A sudden outburst lights the sky Reveals the tortured ground I stand Once again my body trembles And longhidden visions come to mind "I see her face cast into stone, engraved in darkness since that day Under a moon so blue and roan her purest splendour fades away But behold a cosmic sign as swirling clouds pass by A new-born, bright star burns in line and lightens up the astral sky" After all these years that passed Here over the fields of old I stumble upon an ancient stone The air around it dead and cold Suddenly all is clear to me As the shadowworld opens its gates once more __________ Unveiling The Essence ...A starlit path Leads me to a darker place Which shall reveal to me its true face Its mask it wore too long... Of grotesque forests and ancient trees Grinning faces carved in wood The scars of time mark their shadows Yet young in an infinite way they stood Unveiling the essence of majesty and pride As if it was a strange mist over all land Which flees with the rays of a new dawn Still knowing that it will be overruled by a new night Is it melancholy that is lurking behind every stone The subtle embodiment of yearning and death Overshadowing life like a night so eternal Causing all meaning to cease, so it seems Or shaping a new state of perception and dreams Craving to dethrone all elements That in perilous ways hide and cloak Grinning invincible, darkness impenetrable Yet drowning in knowing its fate That once the true essence will be unveiled ...Like the rays of a new dawn Yet night is the hunter for all... __________ Bellum Germanicum In memory of the Germanic tribes whose spirit still burns in me, And will never fade away, hail to thee "Bezit sterft, families sterven Jijzelf zult sterven als zij Maar een ding weet ik, dat eeuwig leeft De heldenroem van de dode." From this grey land of mist and rain Batavian blood still flows through my veins Barbarism, is what I adore Time after time, it leads me to war. "Veni, vidi, vici..." Is what you said old Roman emperor Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon Is what we say today... ha ha Reunited Germanic tribes Proud and strong, like we've never been away. Batavieren, Eburonen, Nerviers, Friezen en Teutonen, Verenigt u en sta als een Want angst, dat kennen wij voor geen!!! Germanic tribes unite your forces Take up your arms and ride your horses Raise your swords engraved with (mighty) runes Perpare yourselves when you hear the battle tunes Impetuous, stormy and combative Will lead us to apocalyptic violence Totally controlled by a blind pugnacity Yes, that will be the "Bellum Germanicum" Just after that we will be free Oh... "Bellum Germanicum"... finally Ik kwam, ik zag en overwon Is what we say today... ha ha Reunited Germanic tribes Like we've never been away! "Bellum Germanicum" __________ Northern Spell Of Warcraft Centuries have past But wars did never last Banners of war were raised And will be raised again An ever-recurring ritual So malicious, but inevitable When the northern spell of ice Turns skies into a crimson veil Our blood will crystallize Spell-bound by a wizard's seal Hatred in our eyes Warcraft never dies Poisoned world of lies Our warcraft never dies! With chain and axe in hand Fighting for, where from we descend Our forces will never last Equally wars from a distant past Infernal legions straight from hell Spell-bound by the northern spell Warriors of a black horizon Fighting until Armageddon Hatred in our eyes Warcraft never dies Poisoned world of lies Our warcraft never dies! Fires are raging Armageddon is fought A new dawn rises Like the ancient scalds taught __________ Into A Nightly Silence They are dark, the mystical purple shining skies Fictional reality images, that only the night has the power to create Blackening of the sun, the day slowly dies Feeling frozen as I stand, feeling the sinister ambiance This night made, not knowing what to await... Mysterious Beauty... the truth my dreams foretold An inner fire burns strongly within this shell of flesh And expels the outside cold The empires of a silent path, Leading through the infinite ways of my wrath Shining bright, her eyes in which I gaze, Dreams as prophecies reflecting in her face Sinking deeper and deeper into the silence of the night Embracing this moment being held in her might ...Reaching the depths of my soul... Those moments in the silence of the night, Wandering through a world beyond the knowledge of mankind Will these moments last eternally? Hear myself breathing... feel my heart pounding... its rhythm mesmerizes me Experiencing the night as it was meant to be Together alone standing aflame, overwhelmed by the powers of the night Body and soul bound together as one, and thoughts of times-to-come driven aside A life beyond, with the desires of dark passion shall be the whole, Timeless ways of the soul... Touched by the fire, now in my spirit engraved Undeniable, through this night forever enslaved In these moments in the silence of the night, I live in a world beyond the knowledge of mankind These moments shall last eternally __________ A Twilight Serenade Through utter darkness we roam And we breathe the air of this autumn evening. So bright, the cold breeze fills our hearts with ice And we hear the trees whisper and the spirits sing. The perfume to smell is full of enchantment A warm secret surrounded by cold. And these woods are our own eternity Under a starry sky in a dream so old. Then, nightfall, enthralled by bloodthirst An eternal enigma, yet a hymn to those Who passionately roam, cloaked by the nightsky. Come on Bacchants, let us hunt in sigh. "Follow the Night-Hag, when call'd in secret Riding through the Air she comes Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance With Lapland Witches, while the labouring Moon Eclipses at their charmes." Our crimson quickening, whispering through their veins Like the funeral winds whisper through the leaves. We will hunt them for eternity, our jewels come forth of their fear And we drink their spirits like wine, celebrating their misery. ...Every night we die in a passionate melancholy... __________ The Stormrulers (The Art Of Megalomania) Once there was a time When we would wander through landscapes Which seemed infinite under the light Of a sun that was to be murdered by the darkness of night Like a knife it cut us free Allowing us Earth's secrets to be seen The wind carries our soul through the air Sanguine creatures we have never been The way that lies ahead of us Is covered with mysterious melancholy Draped in nightly enigmas, only for us to see And long journeys we travel Their horses sweating when we arrive Our coming carves fear in their hearts And men weapon themselves in fright We are cloaked by darkness, under pitch-black skies And storms sweep over their lands Their steel is useless against our might Never again will it shine in the bleak moonlight The wind carries our soul through the air The east we'll destroy, the west will obey The north we'll possess, the south we will slay Leaving behind lands in decay Creating a morbid light on our path Wandering so exalts our existence We are the withering flowers on their grave ...And storms sweep over their lands... And long journeys we travel Their horses sweating when we arrive Our coming carves fear in their souls As our swords shine in the bleak moonlight