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Black Evangelion
01:58
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*The literal moment when the blade pierces the flesh. A story of the heat of battle and Rome’s victory over the Teutons*
Molten conflict, an amber eye in a fiery storm
Within an enclave, sanguine oaths devoutly sworn
Stake triumph, slay thy weaker neighbour and his men
To conquer this ashen land, and news of our victory send
This is where iron and blood converge
Carnal-drunk, scarlett grin, flanking all enemy in sight
Casualties continue to mount, on this barbaric and bloody night
Sword and shield raised high, crossed weapons wreathed in flame
At dawn, a volcanic victor will be crowned, though nothing will really change
Craters filled with carcass, streams of flesh and bone
Remnants of butchered brother never returning home
But better to die with honour, with smile and clenched fist
Than to live as coward or vassal, condemned like Sisyphus
Molten lava flows
The carrion birds cry
A new king is crowned
And a Teutonic star
Forms and rises in the sky
Confrontation builds a man
Side by side with brother until the end
A laurel order erected to stand
For a new monarch ascends
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Return To Tribe
06:07
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*Letting your guard down and misanthropy simmer. Then betrayed by sycophants and interlopers, ones you knew you should have never trusted. Realising that at the end of the day you can only rely and depend on your small circle of trust, your tribe. Whatever your tribe may be. Black metal is a tribe for all who want to carry the flame*
A world besieged, structures of old eroding
A mirrored life, treading a path spiritually corrosive
To lose everything, to rewrite doomed and failed plans
To commune and rebuild and realise what it means to be a man
Scarred and scathed by trial, forced back into arms of kin
Only to return harder, stronger, wearing my true skin
Oldest lessons reinforced, intrinsic hatred never subsides
No trust, no empathy, no love for those outside my tribe
Return to tribe
It’s us versus them, this is seared into my mind
Crush those who threaten, fight to protect and defend my tribe
This is our nature, our primordial destiny
To return to what a man should really be
The sum of a thousand generations carving their mark
Continue the legacy, further tradition, return to tribe
A spiritually bereft culture, a corrupted sect
A cannibal failure, an ourbourous to reject
Instead we rise from these ruins and maintain
An ever-lasting, howling lupine reign
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Diocletian Persecution
06:50
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*Diocletian the last pagan emperor of Rome. His legacy includes attempting to purge Christianity from the empire and revive tradition. His efforts were largely overshadowed and later mocked by his successor, Constantine. The Emperor who famously converted the empire to Christianity*
The final emperor struggles, Latium in spiritual strife
A king who rose through the ranks of carnage and conquest
Now must purge the carpenter cult from a fractured culture
A black cloud, seeping in through the cracks of our armour
Stand against the winds of change
Foreign echoes from the desert
Fulfil thine wish of martyrdom, die like your Christ
Crucified heretics bleed, a grinning coliseum cheers
Son and daughters of Adam, fed to the lions and the flames
Reduced to excrement or ash, call the true gods by their names
You betrayed the heritage of our land
For false hope and lies drawn in the sand
A plague purified by fire
Efforts to preserve tradition
Diocletian Persecution
The strongest pagan empire
Converted by a successor’s vision
The final pagan, a resolve like we’ve never seen
A reputation and legacy besmirched by emperor Constantine
A church erected above his final resting place
Spurned in death, his soul swept to Elysium with divine haste
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*Ancient darkness trapped, awaiting its time to rise and exact revenge*
Buried, deep within the dirt, a slave to the will of the worms
Forced human fertiliser, eternal flesh compost for the Earth
Try to move, the weight of time has amassed upon me
Futility, centuries fused with the veins below, in chains
Immortality, reduced to a prisoner of the ancient depths
Will I ever emerge from this forgotten mud
Trapped, I resign into my own mind, embraced by darkness, I rest
Waiting until the season, until the year, when I’m exhumed, I pray the time is near
An eclipse, a tectonic shift, fissures bleed and weep
A subterranean split, disrupts my crypt, I’m torn from Earthen iv coils
I’ll regenerate to exact revenge on the species who interred me in this soil
No longer entombed by roots and thicket
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*The old titans of Earth lay dormant*
A gentle breeze carries through the forest, a biting song of Earth
A voice, a vibration, echoing through the arboreal chasm
Reaching mammoth mountains and ancient arching trees
Whispering, ‘I remember’, thine guardians of old
For now zephyrs blow
Where petrified giants slumber
Prolonged hibernation, a deep sleep, waiting to be broken
When balance needs to be restored, the world relinquished
Their sanctuary disrupted, human progress increasing
The morning is near, when the Earth will heave, and they will awaken
Until then zephyrs blow
Where petrified giants slumber
And there are rumbles and their are groans
And soon they will rise to reclaim their home
An inevitable destiny for this virus, this human race
To be confronted by what we’ve awoken, to be erased
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Thunderbolts Over Latium
06:19
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*Roman celebration of victory*
A gold gradient morning before the gods celebrate
A pagan opera within the clouds, the sky erupting
Purple lights beam down from Elysium, our ancestors cheer
For another four cycles of triumphant Roman year
Thunderbolts over Latium
A divine choir eclipse with the rising sun
The war has been won, new territories subjugated
That which was but a dream has manifested into destiny
A parade in the streets, ribbons dance in the Aeolian wind
A capital of marble beautiful and rain slicked, thunder scoring the scene
Lightning strikes
Rainfall hammers down
Citizens shout for joy
On this holy lupine ground
And so there is a celebration on this day
But another conquest is never too far away
War is peace, never halt the lycanthrophric march
Expand or expire, keep pursuing thine imperial task
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*What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Overcoming adversary and ascending your weakness*
Conceived in the crosshairs, steeled by confrontation
Arrows pierced thine flesh, the archers never retire
Dragged through broken glass, discomfort the standard
Flesh tearing, scar tissue expanding, corporeal chrysalis
Forged between the hammer and anvil
Twilight for the dying breed
Forged between the hammer and anvil
A dawn for the strong to feed
Soul discarded, conquerer of the valley of the shadow of death
Other’s worst fear is your sanctuary
Embrace the struggle, thrive in pain, invincible in chaos
New heights, mind and body, rise ubermensch
Conquer your humanity, legacy of lupine
Overcome your weakness, son of empire
Discard feeble consciousness, iron mind
Take agency of your flesh, ignite the fire
Whether it be through honour or infamy
You will remember the name of he
That was forged between the hammer and anvil
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*The once light of the world corrupted by Catholicism*
Castra walls paved with sacrifice, reap and sew cheap human life
One’s lucky to glimpse alive, the actions of those inside
Bodies heave and moan in pleasure, no care for slaves in tether
What’s become of Rome, once the guiding light of the world
Now corrupted by abrahamic dogma, catholic scriptures unfurled
Cum stained cassocks litter the floor, no sanctions on the other side of the door
Religious power comes to a boil and scum rises to the top
It’s time to emerge from my head, carve off all my dead weight
Purge bad blood with an ancestral blade, let self hatred abate
Evolve as true descendant of empire, cross the Rubicon unchained
Enter a filthy metropolis with strength and honour, redeem it with flames
For I am the heir to the line of wolves
This spiritual regression ends here
Staring down the perversion, I’ve nothing left to fear
At this home of the wolf, this legendary meridian
Possessed with Roman spirit, I’ve nothing left to fear
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Lupine Crypt Keeper
06:28
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*Guardian to the clandestine heart of Rome*
Beneath the Lupercal, the true meridian of empire
Exercise masochism, a pledge to guard the tomb
The sarcophagus of Romulus, the seed of Latium
The title granted, imbued with eternal life
The lamentation
Of the lupine crypt keeper
The archaic charge, regal delegation
Waiting for the dawn of the wolf
The continent will heave, the old ones will be restored
Led by the first werewolf, wielding flame and sword
Stars, pinholes in the curtain of night
Shine down beams of dusty light
Through split veins within the stone
It hits upon pallid snout, hear his lonesome moan
Until then the crypt keeper waits, solitary in his home
A masterful sanctuary built within this lupine catacomb
Cloaked in regal thread of caesarean purple, eyes ever-glowing in the dark
The wolvish watchman waits for the standstill, where he’ll finally be relieved of his task
One day this solitude will end
One day this darkness will subside
One day this solitude will end
And from the depths he will arise
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*The old titans of Earth awaken*
The hour has finally struck, a vermillion morning
Boulders splinter and crack, a titanic sonic yawning
The tectonic jigsaw begins to widen
Waves rise and crash, awaken thine cosmic titans
What have come to be known as gods and deities
Rise to reclaim the land, the sky, the sea
From the four corners they shake off Millenia of slumber
To protect their home from being razed, pillaged, torn asunder
A new hierarchy forced upon us
The human race put in our place
By the creators of continents, the seeds of human life
Protect the land from the greed of man, blunten the hunter’s knife
The landscape changed
A new order unfurled
As the nephilim
Carve out a new world
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