FOLKODIA LYRICS

1. The Arrival

Mankind has always looked
Skywards for its destiny
Now the velvet blue-black night
Finally breaks her silence...

I found myself in glens
Where no mortal dwells
Away from the lights
Of the cities of the blind

I looked up to the sky
And saw the star that shines
Than Venus far more bright
Blotting out its peers there on high

My hunting-hounds bayed
Wild, their tails on edge
And as I took a closer look
I saw a disk of fire in the night!

I clutched my sword in fear
And took three paces back
Knowing that this omen means
They have finally come...

That shining orb, the Gorgon's eye
Haunts my sleep, fills my dreams
For I know what this omen means:
They have finally come...

2. Sword Of Kings

I don't want no gold nor jewels
To bediadem my brow
Steel is what made me a man
And by steel I'll rule as king!

Fech me my helmet tall
And my shield of dragon horn
Ready now my heavy horse
As my fingers grasp my sword:

Caliburn, sword of the kings,
Today our shall be the field!
Our foes forgot that you and me
Yearn their worhtless blood to spill!

Raise my crimson banner high.
Let five dragons fill the sky
Amass the knights and men-at-arms
Form ranks and forwards march!

Ahead of all they'll se me ride
The king of kings who reigns on kings
There is no death for noone of us:
For eternally shall live the brave!

Caliburn, sword of the kings,
Today our shall be the field!
Our foes forgot that you and me
Yearn their worhtless blood to spill!

3. One Stood At The Gates

Ragin fires sweep
The corpses on the battlefield
Arrows scream, an ebon swarm,
The wall is breeched...

Where all defenders lie dead
Drowned in the blood of their dreams
With broken swords still clasped
In their frozen hands
Where all hope is quenched
And victory can never be
When dragons fly in the air
Covering the sun with their wings...

Let it be known
That then and for all time
One stood at the gate
Facing them all!

When carnage reigned
Within the dreaming city's walls
One stood at the gate
Proud, defiant to the foe!

He stood all alone,
Just a man and his sword
He had lost all his hope
So he was left with a thirst to kill!

Let it be known
That then and for all time
One stood at the gate
Facing them all!

Lost was his fight,
Last of a dying race
A knight in a world
Where chivalry is no more!

The fire in his eyes
Was the amber glow
Of burning ideals,
Of all that he held dear!

Let it be known
That then and for all time
One stood at the gate
Facing them all!

4. El Cid The Champion

The whispering winds
Promise solitude to me;
The open steppe is the
Blessing of the free!

My horse's riding wild
Underneath the sky;
With sword held up high
I embrace eternity!

I long for my queen,
For the days in Castile:
To breathe again the air
That filled my heart with hope...

To stand against the moor,
With his scimitar to clash
My destiny lies revealed
Here on the bloody battlefield!

My horse's riding wild
Underneath the sky;
With sword held up high
I embrace eternity!

El Cid Campeador,
Mighty Alférez of old
Stand and deliver
Thy land from these dogs!

Rodrigo Díaz, in our hearts
You will never die!
A hero, A symbol,
Immortal champion:
Bear far thy standard
On that foundered shore!

5. Werewolves In The Wood

You thought it was all over
You said we were done for
Yet why do you fear
To venture deep into the woods ?

You know we're lurking there,
You've seen our eyes glimmer
You've heard the growl that years ago
Made you cower and run in fear...

We have not surrendered
And never, ever, shall we kneel!
We are the fighting werewolves
The battallions of the woods!

We had a dream, we nursed a hope
But you tore it down in flames:
You made our honor seem demonic
Let it be! Let your nightmare come to life!

You thought you saw
The iron eagle fall
You said you've crushed
The Empire's mighty men...

We have not surrendered
And never, ever, shall we kneel!
We are the fighting werewolves
The battallions of the woods!

The figh rages on
For the werewolf braves!
Cower in fear when the night falls:
We will be coming for you and your lot!

6. The Passing Of The Elder

In the woodland realm
By the silver creek,
Where once upon a time
The druid came to sing,
Men with axes in their hands
March to kill the trees:
Their bitter steel doth bite
Deep in ancient bark
And the sylvan blood
Unseen shall flow,
Unheard shall scream...

They robbed the magick
Off these lands...
They hunted down the elves
Who lived in these woods...
They raped all the Nymphs
Bathing in these screams...

Now a clearing yawns wide
Where secrets once where held:
A barren patch of earth
Sown grey with stony walls!
O! Woodland realm!
Thy beauty is defiled
Thy favors so arcane
Shall be seen no more...

They robbed the magick
Off these lands...
They hunted down the elves
Who lived in these woods...
They raped all the Nymphs
Bathing in these screams...

My father's father hath foretold
That one day this would come to pass:
When thunder is no more
A divine fire from above
That one day the Elder Gods
In the fires of mortals' logic
Shall at least be cast...

7. Dragonslayer

The lord of Light
is known by many names:
Apollo, Delphic Archer,
Paean, Leader of the Muses...

Dragonslayer!

You who faced
The reptilian miasma
Eleven thousand years ago
You who led those of your blood
In glorious battle to the farthest east...

Dragonslayer! Lord Apollo,
Welder of the light that burns
Archer of power, Mighty holy one,
Mighty God, Mighty Immortal One:
Rise again and deliver
The children of the stars
From the Dragon's tyranny!

Apollo, the dragonslayer,
Phoebus the fair-haired,
Is coming back at last
On the outstretched fiery wings
Of a storm from the sun...

Raise your right hand to the sky.
Hail the sun personified!
Death to the tyrants,
Vanquish the reptiles!

Dragonslayer! Lord Apollo,
Welder of the light that burns
Archer of power, Mighty holy one,
Mighty God, Mighty Immortal One:
Rise again and deliver
The children of the stars
From the Dragon's tyranny!

8. Encountering The Underworld

Sky draped by a gloomy veil,
Unusal illusive peace,
Nature seems to hold its breath
At the hands of this imminent threat

Going through mountains and forests
The watchman patrol saw the enemy's squads
Our soldiers saddled up the horses
Only the victorious will get back home

The encounter can't be avoided
Tension is at is height
Weapons are all set to spread the blood

The air is freezing cold
The wind is carrying a fetid scent of fear

Inhuman figures appears from the woods
Nightmarish sight from the underworld
Running wild demonic creatures pouncing on us!

Going through mountains and forests
The watchman patrol saw the enemy's squads
Our soldiers saddled up the horses
Only the victorious will get back home

9. The Passing Of A Caesar

Poison in our hearts,
Woe is the torque
That snuffs the light
From our eyes...

Augustus has fallen,
The might of the God-emperor
Is, alas, no more!
What shall become of his bright halls ?
What fate grim shall befall
All of his fair cities and lands ?

Carved in marble he remains
In the shade of the Pantheon,
To watch over changing times,
The decline of his empire...

Mighty Caesar, empty lies
Your throne of ivory and gold
Alone stands the eagle
Of Zeus power and thine...

Who shall ride ahead of our legions
Now that barbarians prowl the land ?
Who shall now draw his sword in the morning light
And first utter the battlecry: "Vae Victis!" ?

10. Sword Of The Vandea

In the square of a humble village
Laughter and shouts, faces aglow:
It's 1793 in the fields of France,
Every able man is taking up his arms...

Soldiers loyal to the crown
Barons alongside simple folk:
Together are marching now
Neath white lilies on their flag...

The sacred heart is bleeding
For those about to die...
The sacred heart is torn
From the cruelties of war...

Soldiers loyal to the crown,
Walk down the winding path
Into battle, into war, to avenge
Those who died under the guillotine...

The cold wind of terror
The murderers of the republic
Cannot hold back the tide
That flows from the rebel camp...

Onwards for God! onwards for the King!
Swords of the Vandea
Never cease to cleave!
Onwards for God! Onwards for the King!

O! Blessed virgin help us save
Our France from the malediction!
In our hearts doth flourish now
The flowers of victory: counterrevolution!

Into the night we go,
Into the darkness we leave:
Brigands and Knights,
Loyal to one Good and King!







FOLKODIA LYRICS