SCYTHIAN LYRICS

1. Pray To War

Pray to war!
Cold submission. Kneel!
Gather the plague of faithful!
The zealous, the fateless... the cleansing begins

Doom brigades
March ever onwards
Badlands made of flesh
Iron savage: kill for honour!

Charge through blood and scattered remains

Gone are they who ruled before us
Order was their lie
Justice found in heartless battle
In seas of spears we die

In sacred conflict, men as gods
Lead armies of attrition
Slaughter now becomes our privilege
Pray to war... the new religion

Purify with death!

Funeral pyres in thousands
Expel the souls of endless dead

Devolved to beasts and hounds of war
They rip and tear asunder
Pain becomes their exaltation
Penitence and thunder

Taint the skies with murder!
Hear curses cast with dying breath!

Silent reek of mass impalement
Harvesters are swarmed
Monuments of carrion burden poisoned earth
No victor lies among them

Purify with death!

Pray to war... Cold Submission
Pray to war... The New Religion

2. Astral Assassins

Deep in the vortex... Scattered is life
Visage of emptiness... Darkness is rife

Celestial corpses lie still, overthrown
Shrines to their greatness are wastelands of stone

Deposed, defiled by the splendour of fools
Entombed with the flesh they had ruled
Fallen, makers by their children were doomed
Trampled limp in time-ravaged ruins

Slaves, driven mad with envy of gods
Shades in the dead of the stars
Here perished aeons of the glory untold
Now a tale only told by its scars

Deep in the vortex... Scattered is life
Visage of emptiness... Darkness is rife

Flawed by creation, Summoned the will to destroy
Chained to the ages, burn in the gaze of the stars

Cold is the vortex, scattered is life
Gods broken, erased and entombed
Once reigned a power so ageless and cruel
Now their pitiless thrones are destroyed

Beasts, they wrought from dead of the rift
Now slaves to the makers of old
Heaven and hell shall be crushed in their wake
The fate of the universe ridden with scars

To know is to murder
To speak is to fight
And woe is the moment
When lore becomes might

Floating distortions
Of decadent past
The mighty have fallen before
Like echoes of battle... on dissident planes

The tides had devoured their shores

Omnipotents fallen by knowledge alone
Forgotten and dead is their reign
No spoils for the victor but desolate void
The knowledge of ancients now dead and destroyed

No purpose
No masters
They perish and fall

The tides had devoured their shores

3. Shattered Idols

Mantle of imperium, come fall into my hands
With terror and oppression I will pacify the lands
The overthrown lie far below, Impenetrable tomb
Idols of their godhood heaped in pyramids of ruin

Cohorts gather! Billions heed my call
For power everlasting I would sacrifice them all
Countless numbers, banners hold my name
The thunder of a thousand hooves is herald to your end

Deified, cry out below: exalt my hated name
Like refuse of the ages, I have cast you to the flame
To those who stand against me I'll return to ash and dust
Forbidden knowledge, entropy, come... fuel my power lust!

Master! God King!
Bestow us with riches and spoils of war
Rise! Conquer!
Put our enemies to the sword

Let fly arrows!
Shimmering death obscures the sun
Rush them! Trample!
Cities are razed to the dust

Murder their prophets, Effigies slashed
Idols beheaded... Altars are smashed

4. Ares Guide My Blade

Curse them! Suromatae,
Pitiless slaughterers
Routed we stand
At the edge of oblivion

Ares - Bringer of death
Warlord, God of our ancient enemy
Send your fiery hosts to visit
Death upon our foe

Ares... Guide my blade to terrible victory!
Ares... Send my arrows to pierce their hearts!

Fearless, we face our end
With cold indifference
Mounted, two bodies one
We kill in harmony

Flay them!
Cast their bodies to wingéd predators, earthly scavengers
Take their heads and mount them
In the splendour of your hall

Ares... Guide my blade to terrible victory!
Ares... Send my arrows to pierce their hearts!

Leave regrets behind me,
Travel with the wind,
My enemies surround me...
With final words I cry:
To those who stand against me
I’ll return to ash and dust!
Come lead your bastard herd to die
In mercy do I trust!

Lift our bows towards the Gods
We care not if we die!
Hades fills with weaker men
Our killing blows did send...
Cohorts here are gathered
In gold and shimmering scale
Our enemies before us
Their slanted faces cold and pale

Earth! Swallow them before us
Sky! Make our serpents fly
War! Grant their army malediction
Falcons! Take us skyward as we fall

Ares... Guide my blade to terrible victory
Ares... Grant them misery, hell for eternity
Ares... Send my arrows to pierce their hearts

5. Spires To Ashes

Fall beneath the glistening sun, on starving earth they shatter
The spires of an age of gold return to crumbling matter
Cities of bejewelled splendour, bleak and white as bone
The symbols of their dominance today are overthrown

Spires... Ashes!
Reduced to earth and stone
Spires... Ashes!
The winds of change have blown

Banners raise in thousands, the mountains call our name
The rivers part before us as the forests rise in flames
Pillars shake and tremble to the rhythm of our feet
Their lands will fear our armies and their waters fear our fleet

Fall beneath the glistening sun on starving earth they shatter
The spires of an age of gold return to crumbling matter
That once they lived in greatness comes to nothing in our eyes
From the bodies of the fallen greater days shall come to rise...

Cast our eyes towards the east in greater dreams of power
Oracles sing devastation, nearer comes the hour
Their pyramids will topple, shattered skies above the loom
As empires turn to nothing, cry in god-forsaken doom!

Banners raise in thousands, the mountains call our name
The rivers part before us as the forest rise in flames
Pillars shake and tremble to the rhythm of our feet
Their lands will fear our armies and their waters fear our fleet

6. Open Steppe

Alone I stand before you
O father of the sky
The open steppe beneath my feet
As far as falcons fly…

Come hear my savage spirit
Echo past the unmarked graves
Of those who stand against us
Of those, who sought to make us slaves…

To you…
I pray…

March onward whores of Persia
You will never tame this land…
You are blind in my dominion…
You are insects to my hand.

Fly, like fearful avians
Hide in the folds of the earth like vermin
Submerge beneath the waves you think to command
Or fall beneath our arrows.

Hear me coward emperor:
I will never march to the crack of your whip…
My armies will bleed the ranks of your invincible columns
I will drink from the clefts of your departed head!

I will punish you
As you sought to punish me
Your noble bones will kindle my fire
As your soldiers kneel in shame.

Our might is the crushing fist of the gods
Our rush is the frozen wind of open plains
Hear your sycophantic prophets
chant your annihilation. Your fate is written.

7. Suffering To The Conquered

Worthless slaves, lick at yours conqueror's heels
Chained, shackled... march in sorry procession
Mercy forsaken, laugh at your pride in tatters
Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak!

Cries of your women riddle the burning air
Starving dogs devour you as you bleed
What gods will deliver you from your pointless existence?
Suffering to the conquered, death for the weak!

Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven
Hear the call to insurrection sound
Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs
Cruellest death shall visit on your sons

Lords, makers, prayers fall silent
Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat
Thousands strong, ride from distant horizon...

Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep
Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men!
Toil! In earthly forges work until your end!
Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death!

Earth and water: life in total submission
Dynasties shall spit upon your crude and weakling breed!
Rule of iron! Feed our armies with your children
Perish for our greatness, throw your meaningless lives away!

Dirges sing for the nameless
We who are erased
Save our honour
Spit in the face of the victor

From empty steppe
They came to curse our lives
Blood spilling reavers
To burn our homes and take our wives

Obey! Drones in columns, hundreds deep
Crack on whips of oppression! Tear the spirit from these men
Toil! In earthly forges work until your end!
Pray to funeral gods for mercy, quick and painless death!

Tyrants, your sins shall never be forgiven
Hear the call to insurrection sound
Envenomed blades shall rip into your backs
Cruellest death shall visit on your sons

Lords, makers, prayers fall silent
Scourge, plague, hunger and blackest defeat
Thousand strong, ride from distant horizon

Bringing Scythian Death

8. Kurgan Funeral Chant

I return from whence I came
My body, withered and wrecked
I feed the earth with my ruin
my soul becomes a restless entity

Lay me within my barrow tomb
And heap my spoils around me
Slaughter my horses and bury their reins
So I may ride on glorious shores beyond...

Send me to meet with my fathers
And clash with Zopyrion's arms
to riddle with Agni and watch over men

Earthen roots consume the fallen
Our bodies rot, our weapons rust
Dirge of Hades, howl agony and tears of flame
Tables set for the glorious banquet of the slain.

Gaze afar, gaze beyond,
Into unbound horizons ride!

Darkened skies branch anew with rising dawn
Unmade our essence soars to clouded realms
Fated to be cleansed by feral streams

Our purposeless being,
The vision of fools
The sins of our fathers
Deposed was our rule

I sing the funeral chant of my kin,
In the endless wake of our battles, did we win?
We sent the weak to the ground
In the endless wake out our battles, what was found?

Our Purposeless being, the vision of fools
Our efforts for nothing,
The threads of life begin… to fray

Hear my final words, for everything returns to nothing.
Gone, the jewelled spires of splendid cities,
The victories of invincible armies,
Gone

The hordes of earthly kings, their names pass to legend, gone
Our conquests are forgotten,
I am the voice of unbecoming
I dwell without end or remembrance,

Until ...







SCYTHIAN LYRICS