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Sorcerers congregate, around a fire in a murky cave,
Clothed in red robes, longing for a great ancient flame.
To bestow unto warriors in chainmail, leather, and steel,
To fight against the accursed hordes of the enemy.
Upon the flare of the sun, that blinds the eyes of the enemies,
The priest calls forth the pantheon, of the ancient pagan flame.
Prometheus! Hephaestus! Ra! Oya! And Lugh!
Lords of perditional pyre shall consume the foes with fire!
This astral blaze sends a fire, fulfilling our legions' desire
Granting clandestine power, upon this forsaken hour
Weaklings cower in fear, as their doom draws closer near
As we revive the might, of the lords of burning light.
ONCE AGAIN!
Under the sign
Of our blazing lords
Ancient power we shall reclaim
By the TRUE PROMETHEAN FLAME!
The ancient pyre unfeigned and unleashed unlike our father,
Chained upon a rock many aeons ago,
But now his wisdom and knowledge was granted unto his sons,
And the five lords of flame shall remain on our side!
Enemies glance in vain, at the sight of the flame
The might of our five sacred lords, charring the bones of the hordes
Enslavers reduced to ash, burned flesh left amass
Upon this sacred day, of bloodshed, death, and decay.
It's now dusk, we march from war,
And send the flame from which it came,
Warlocks enlightened our aim,
Bestowing us Promethean flame!
Blessed be the solar lantern of Ra
That which lights this darkened path, of our desolation on this earth.
Blessed be the blazing rage of Lugh (and your unfeigned spear of flames)
That devours the enemies, our oppressors, in battle,
Blessed be the infernal passion of Oya
The infernal mother of the Yoruba, and the warmth of her bosom (blessed by thy cosmic womb)
Blessed be the welding flame of Hephaestus
The welder of iron and our bronze, that guards our hearts and protects us in WAR!
And hailing Prometheus
The great light of wisdom and power.
Flame and might shall always reign,
By the TRUE PROMETHEAN FLAME!
"Those who wieldeth the grand flame
Just as those gods who bestoweth this blessing to the warriors,
Remembered the sacrifice of Prometheus
Bringer of Light and Knowledge.
We remember the time where he was sentenced to torture
After bringing modern man the sacred flame,
He was chained upon a rock,
Whilst a crow satiated its hunger from his liver.
He suffered from this mutiny from the gods of Olympus for many aeons.
The true gods of Flame remember his deed,
We all must not forget!
Man must use this flame to cleanse the earth,
From those who misuse its power.
O', great sacred Promethean Pyre,
Hear our desperate cry!
Come forth with undying passion!
Come forth with undying knowledge!
Come forth with undying wisdom!
Come forth with undying power!"
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Necrodruids from the realm of the Dagda,
Watch as the glazing sun, sink down the horizon
Upon the peak of a dying mountain,
They call unto the great lords of Celtic might
I have joined the circle of druids
And sung a dirge, for the fallen summer,
The ancient mists dance between the trees of the forest
And the nocturnal winds, carry our desolation
Bound by the grace
Of the Celtic pantheon
To hail the forthcoming
Of autumn eternity
An eternal covenant was sworn that night
To bring forth an everlasting autumn.
I raise my staff of necromancy!
Under the light of the twilight moon!
And the druids and witches of Ireland!
Now blast away the Earth's impurities!
Necrodruids celebrate, as the green crown of this earth,
Has Rusted away to the tinge of the sunset!
The only survivors, of an extinct circle,
The only disciples, of this arcane knowledge
These rites have passed, from father to son,
Continuing every dawn of Lughnasadh!
Hail the night druid cult!
The bringers of the majestic night!
Arise, O' hermits of Celtic blood!
And bring forth the glory of autumn's might!
The once green crown of Ireland
Have rusted to a half-living orange
And winds of nocturnal frost
Has brought for, the screeching dirge of the banshee
Hail lord autumn majesty!
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Accursed to be, a harbinger of time
Visions and prophecies appear in my mind.
I longed the return, of medieval glory
And unchaining its might among the modern world.
In the grand black, darkened sky
Aligned stars have prophesied
The return of the dark age, an age that I thought had once died,
Not an age with more excellent
Mighty warriors, against pestilence,
Bring back this age of undying malevolence
To rid this world of this cesspool damned resonance.
"Never let the enemies dilute this age,
With the ideologies of modern imperialists
Who hail an enslaving racial doctrine;
You, the alchemist with a pure heart,
must return these energies to the world
Before it resides in the wrong hands
BRING BACK THE TRUE MEDIEVAL AGE!"
The medieval energies, lock in a tomb
Adorned with cobweb, and inscribed with ancient script,
Enlightened by the forbidden sciences,
I shall now unearth, the medieval sarcophagus
When the alchemists, now reunite
Their alchemic rites came back to life,
To upheave this foul world on this unholy night
Forge the steel in the casting blaze,
And mold the key to forbidden ways,
A mallet, to unlock, an unfeigned new medieval age
Those energies to bring back those unholy glorious days!
The gilded sarcophagus, fractures and sheds,
As the earth swallows, these false kingdoms,
The philosopher's stone, now rise from the coffin,
And a wave of red light spreads across the horizon
The names of the kingdoms, that have ruled once before,
That I have written within my heart,
Reform from the ruins, in the Old and the New World,
I remember their names, and I call forth their energies!
"The lies of white supremacy shall never touch this age again!
For your alchemy has purified this aeon
as all the past kingdoms from all corners of the earth
return to undiluted glory.
MAY THE MEDIEVAL AGE LIVE FOREVER!
CALL OUT THEIR NAMES OF THE KINGDOMS O' HARBINGER"
Mali, Aksum, Kush, Ethiopia
Umayyads, Abbasids, Fatimids; Aztecs, Mayans, Incas, and Olmecs!
Kamakura Japan, Mongols with Yuan China
Empire of Byzantium and Seljuks Turks!
Ostrogoths, Visigoths, Franks, Teutons, Anglo-Saxons!
Norwegians, Swedes, Jutes, Danes, and Rus
Irish, Welsh, Scots, and Orkneys!
Kingdoms and nations, return to this land
Reviving the beauty, the might, and the pride,
ONCE AGAIN!
Eternal kingdoms rule forever more, with the might from the blow of my hammer,
Crafted by master alchemists, who've foreseen this age to return
No longer raped by the lies of racism, this new age is refined!
With all the nations at their prime! We will never die!
A new sovereign age!
An aeon of pride!
Never ceasing to be!
Reigning eternally!
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A crimson altar, under the light of the red moon
Stands in might with its perversity, now worshipped by honour-less weaklings!
The maroon harlot, clothed in red, vomits forth lies from her mouth
Adorned with sores, ready to seduce, deceive and destroy the honoured again
The crimson shrine ejects the essence of Babylon's hellion
Fluids of lust and perversion, infest the Sacred Seven Seas
I hear a desperate cry, from the dying lunar maiden
As I lose my carnal temple, to embrace the starry sky
The cosmic stairs, lead me to the dying red moon
The maiden sense my voice, and cheers in delight
Ecstasy of joy overpowers the seven seas.
As the great moon returns to its great white hue,
To wash away the pestilence on this earth!
Uranus and Neptune conjoined,
With the sign of Pisces, I now rejoice,
While modern man awaits its doom,
As lunar beauty finally blooms
The maiden's beauty blooms like a flower
Granting the oceans diluvial power
I watch as the moon returns to white,
to bring forth its impending might.
The bastards are unable to plight
for they are scarred, of this unholy sight!
An ancient great Hellenic typhoon,
Shall send the altar down to its doom!
Your altar now, reduced to dust,
Ending your dark reign of eternal lust
You grand harlot, you cast forth lies,
And for your crimes, you shall fucking die!
I called forth, the moon and its tide,
To bring for a mighty deluge.
To flush away the pestilence,
That which seeps from the mouth of the harlot,
No one has seen a flood like this,
SINCE THE AGE BEFORE GILGAMESH!
And the maiden of the lunar sky,
Brought for the flood once and for all!!!!!!
Shrine of the Scarlet Harlot!
Destroyed by the might of the MOON!
Ocean's height, lunar might,
Ancient flood, pagan blood,
Cleanse the earth, new rebirth,
Blessed moon, show your bloom,
QUEEN OF THE SEVEN SEAS!
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