FOLKODIA LYRICS

1. The Emperor's Words

Ten thousand eyes
Behind the walls
All turned to behold
The holy emperor...

Dressed in crimson and steel
He raised aloft his naked sword
And as the Damascus blade
Caught the sun, he spoke thus:

"Noble captains and lords
Brave soldiers ye all!
Fear not the coming
Of the red onslaught!
Thy lances and thy swords
Cuirasses and shields
The fury of the foe
And bequeath unto them
The fierce kiss of death!

Brace in iron thine heart!
Arm with faith your hands!
This day shall ring with your name
For all eternity to come:
Drive deep your steel
Into the enemy beasts
So that the infidel will know
That he faces his masters
And the race of his lords
The progeny of glories old
Sons of Greeks and Romans, all!"

2. The Fall Of The Magog

Alexander, the son of Zeus
Became a storm of flashing lances
That rained upon the beasts that dwelt
In the land of the Magog...

They who ate the flesh of man
And drank the blood of foal and child
Soon shall come to know the wrath
Of Alexander the divine!

To the east and far away
Rode our king that fated day:
In battle's clash with his phlanaxes
He bled dry the Magog...

Back into the underworld
Alexander pushed the Magog:
He build colossal gates of bronze
And a mighty, long wall:

The Caspian Gates he sealed
And all the ghoul-kings within:
Thus their evil was no more
As long as the gates hold...

Meri - Amen - Setep - En - Ra Arksantrs!

To the east and far away
Rode our king that fated day:
In battle's clash with his phlanaxes
He bled dry the Magog...

Meri - Amen - Setep - En - Ra Arksantrs!

Alexander, the son of Zeus
Became a storm of flashing lances
That rained upon the beasts that dwelt
In the land of the Magog...

The Caspian Gates he scaled
And all the ghoul-kings within:
Thus their evil was no more
As long as the gates hold...

3. The Tenth Legion

A ship raises sail
Heads out to the sea
Ready for the enemy's defeat

As Naiads of woc
We bear down upon
Messina's straights
With flaming bolt
Ballistae of bronze:
We're ready to board!

Red churns the sea
With enemy blood

Trimeres sinking ablaze
Neptune doth claim the dead!

Black smoke filling the air
The depths shall be our grave!

O! Glorious day!
We are baptized in blood!
Our name shall be
In remembrance of thee:
We shall hence be known
As "The legion of the straits"!
What destiny commands
Lies in distant lands...

Desert sands
And cruel Gods
The blades of Judas
Masada falls!
Let them rejoice
They know not
That these walls
Shall be their tomb!

Sunrise is come
Mithras guide us forth!
Into the thick of war
Where heroes rise
Breast-fed by wolves
The blood of fallen foes!
Frater, steel thy heart
And take up your sword:

There is killing to be done!
Fell deeds - fire and blood!

Frater, steel thy heart
And take up your sword!

O! Glorious day!
We are baptized in blood!
Our name shall be
In remembrance of thee:
We shall hence be known
As "The legion of the straits"!
What destiny commands
Lies in distant lands...

An oath sworn on battlefields
The promise of the ironclad:
I swear to bleed by spear and lash
But never, ever shall I retreat!

4. Hannebu Rising

Ruler of the ether
Flame of the firmament:
Bearing the insignia
Of the black sun and moon...

Hannebu, wonder of the ancients
A secret 'ere Atlantis sank
Now doth rise again from the deep
To sow death and terror from above!

Hannebu pilot, a warrior in the sky:
Soaring over land, sea and the clouds -
Do or die! Warrior in the sky!
Hannebu rising - a lightning flash in the deepest night!

The craft of the Gods
Chariot of the Old Ones -
Now fallen into the hands
Of the Black Order...

Turbines rend the air
Vulcan fire, a deafening scream
A rotating Iron Cross:
Thy fate is sealed when they take to the wing!

Hannebu pilot, a warrior in the sky:
Soaring over land, sea and the clouds -
Do or die! Warrior in the sky!
Hannebu rising - a lightning flash in the deepest night!

No hope of victory
Against the weapon of the foe -
The fleet of Hannebu
Will soon swarm Europe...

Darting through the dark
Glimmering daggers
Ran through the stars:
A promise of death
As legions below
Hail the victory
Of the Black Sun
And the rising Hannebu...

5. Soldier Of Rome

Suctonius stands
Facing Boudicca
The 14th Gemina
'Gainst the Briton horde...

"I'm a solder of Rome -
I will not yield!
I will earn in blood
The legion's Martia!"

"Fear not their cries
Nor their empty threats:
Unwarlike, the barbarians
Shall soon come to know
The iron swords of death
Of their conquerors
That have routed their host
So of ten in the past..."

"I'm a soldier of Rome -
I will not yield!
I will earn in blood
The legion's Martia!"

"There is glory here
For every man to win:
Hold the Aquila high
Lock your scuta tight!
No mercy will be shown
On this field today -
Fight as one brothers brave!"

"I'm a soldier of Rome -
I will not yield!
I will earn in blood
The legion's Martia!"

6. Apophis

In darkness
It slithers
Chaos coiled thrice:
Reptilian eyes
Haunt the night...

Apep! Fiend of Izft!
Go back to thy pit!
In the name of Ma'at
The light that burns
Hoary one, I thee defile!

In blackness
It crawls
Terror coiled thrice:
Under the Sphinx
Entombed, he resides...

Eyes that hypnotize
Ra and his court alike -
Great serpent of the Nile
In the name of Ma'at
The light that binds
Evil one, I thee defile!

"Apophis, old serpent vile!
Turn back and hide, thou
Whom Ra has banished!
In places deep, where terror sleeps
Retreat away from man and his kind..."

7. Muli Mariani

I once had a friend
The best of friends
Anyone could ever have:

We marched together long
With the sixth, legio Victrix:
We toiled hard like mules
Together 'neath the rain
Building Hadrian's great wall...

We drew swords together
In the ranks of the first Parthica
And shared a water-skin
In the burning deserts of Nisibis...

We were legionnaires
Under the Aquila of Rome -
We fought and died
Laughed and cast the die:
We, the muli mariani
A haggard band of brothers!

In Carnuntum, in 60 A.D.
We were with the fourteenth
That owned the field that day
When Boudicca's braves
Faced a blood-swathed defeat!

We raised a right-arm hail
To Emperor Augustus
Inspecting the ranks
When we of the fifteenth Apollinaris
Made the Jews rue the day!

We were legionnaires
Under the Aquila of Rome -
We fought and died
Laughed and cast the die:
We, the muli mariani
A haggard band of brothers!

8. Deafen Clamor

A deafen clamor
Disturb the stillness of those holy lands
The rivers turn to red
And morbid clouds herald
The grim ripper's duty

Numerous brave warriors
Chuck their last drop of blood
In a lopsided bout to gain victory
Against all expectations

The battle was harsh
Victory's yelling will expand
Enemy will not dark coming back

In honor they died
And will be remembered
Through the ages
As glorious heroes

The battle was harsh
Victory's yelling will expand
Enemy will not dare coming back

Deafen clamor disappears
The rivers turned to red
Numerous brave warriors
Fell to force victory against fate

9. Spartans

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10. Under The Wings Of Aquila

I've marched through the mud
Under the lash of a thousand ruins
I've marched across the sands
Of Lybia, to battles a world away...

My body bears the scars
Of swords and spears that missed
Enemy at rows that failed to kill -
For the wings of Aquila protect me...

I marched for Rome
In the ranks of the 6th Ferrata:
I bore the standard high
Of the fighting ironblades!

Under the wings of Aquila
I've never known no fear!
Under the wings of Aquila
Victory was ours to claim!

I can still hear the thunder
Of Marius' voice barking orders
O'er the mighty din of war
In the black forests of Germania:

"You are the ironblades!
Hold the line! Raise your spears!
Fight until the end
Or 'ere Aquila's wings are red!







FOLKODIA LYRICS