1. AVEMORTIS

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2. FOR A RED DAWN

No more does the horn ring over hills or Rohan
All is grey, fell ravens watch over the land
Worm tongued weakling, poison to the throne
CAST HIM DOWN

Ancestor’s halls, once the bastion of all might
Deeds of valour retold in glowing torchlight
Now half forgotten, but still the tales told
OF A RETURN

Where are the riders of old
Innumerable warriors of Westfold
The spear is broken, the shield is cracked
But the days of Rohan have not passed

All are lamenting as one
Why sits the king on his throne
The time for waiting has come and gone
Men of Rohan, hold strong

See, O king / Your sword
See, O king / Your steed
Rise up, cast down the parasite
Know the true strength of thy hand, and sweep these dogs from thy lands

An army, of stalwarts / Awaits thy command
To follow their liege / into deaths hands
A host without number / defiles thy realm
Defeat them, O king / At the fortress of helm

No more does the horn ring over hills or Rohan
All is grey, fell ravens watch over the land
Worm tongued weakling, poison to the throne
CAST HIM DOWN

Ancestor’s halls, once the bastion of all might
Deeds of valour retold in glowing torchlight
Now half forgotten, but still the tales told
OF A RETURN

Where are the riders of old
Innumerable warriors of Westfold
The spear is broken, the shield is cracked
But the days of Rohan have not passed


3. HONOR

With the dawning of the morn in the east
The turkic dogs pour fourth
To see our lands impugned by their feet
As they trample hallowed ground
Wicked curved blades glistening
In the first rays of the rising sun
Burning, raping as they march
On byzantium's heart

Let slip the dogs of war!
Mercy dies upon this day!
The ringing blasts of battle horns!
Lend valor to our hearts

Hail! All those who would fight for their blood!
Hail! All our fallen sons! Hail hail hail hail!
Hail! I shall never stray from the path
Hail! That honor bids me tread! Hail hail hail hail!
By all that we hold right and true, oaths we have sworn
Protectors of the empire, our bloodlines strong will stand
We fight imbued with righteous rage, for we know our cause to be just
To live or die is all the same, only defeat can bring us shame

Let slip the dogs of war!
Mercy dies upon this day!
The ringing blasts of battle horns!
Lend valor to our hearts

Hail! All those who would fight for their blood!
Hail! All our fallen sons! Hail hail hail hail!
Hail! I shall never stray from the path
Hail! That honor bids me tread! Hail hail hail hail!

Smiting and smashing and hewing and slaying!
Driven like dogs before us
Bodies are beaten down, trampled by holy knights!
The darkness falls before us
Blasphemous heretics, bearded sons of prophet!
Driven like dogs before us
Back to the wilderness where they were spawned like goats!
The crescent quails before us

Hail! All those who would fight for their blood!
Hail! All our fallen sons! Hail hail hail hail!
Hail! I shall never stray from the path
Hail! That honor bids me tread! Hail hail hail hail!


4. TO SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU

Hail Cimmerian Son, Lord and Master by inner right!
Armed with the Sacred Tree's Bough
Marked as kin of the Gods
The warriors invoke you, as you Crom invoked
AND THE WARRIORS INVOKE YOU - AS YOU CROM INVOKED

Mighty and Superior!
The four winds flee before your fury
Titans and Giant hail you as King
The shadow of the axe and the sword precede you always
And the warriors invoke you - as you Crom invoked

Blades dance and thunder crashes
The sign of your strength and anger
And the burning heart... Grows ashen...

Wine, women, and riches lay at your feet
But beneath you
As even Gods die and fade away
Is there only my anger, my vengeance, still striving?
Curse the sun and the light of day!

Only a dark and iron age awaits us -
By all ways, let it come!
To see still a true son of power -
Let fall the Celestial One!

HAIL THE IRON!
HAIL THE FIRE!

Burn these baubles and trappings
Of pleasures, I now take none
I immerse myself in burning
Now hail the terrible Sun!


5. OF THE EAGLE AND THE TRIDENT

O sons of Tengri, children of Tur,
And you, you worshippers, of the Crescent Moon,
Too long the Rus have bent to your will; proud Lechia now thirsts for blood!
As the Sun rises, so the Moon fades:
Blood shall flow on the steppes!

Face the Eagle and the Trident!

At the edge of an empire we stand, forgotten,
With the Cross, the Hammer, the Axe and the Sword,
Ever watchful, ever vigilant!
Hear now my people's Word!

SLAVA

The Eagle and the Trident x 2

Through the seas of grass the Sons of the Steppe are riding!
Their fate awaits them:
BLOOD
HONOUR
DEATH

DEATH

"Засвіт встали козаченьки
В похід з полуночі,
Заплакала Марусенька
Свої карий очі.


Не плач, не плач, Марусенько,
Не плач, не журися
За свого миленького
Богу помолися."

"Ми є всі Брати, Словяни,"
From the Elbe to the Dnipro!
Forsworn we defended,
We defended Rome's borders by the Sword!
The Horsemen of the East shall perish; 'tis written in their blood!
Our Sons proclaim their dearth; in battle we prove our worth!


6. LEND ME YOUR STEEL

A shadow has fallen 'cross these wayward lands,
Rome has burned and the Empire failed,
In the ruins petty lords and kings squabble,
And our once mighty spirit quails!
The time has come to ride with steel in hand,
To ride roughshod over barbarous hordes,
To raise high the banners of eagles and hawks,
To go to our deaths, under a worthy lord!

Lend me your steel!
For the arrows lie broken, the bow unstrung,
Lend me your steel!
For the hearth and the home lie smoking!
Lend me your steel!
For the center once lost is once more found,
Lend me your steel!
For Ares and Hades await!

We'll raise high again the spires of glory,
Once more we'll seek out wisdom and truth,
The beauty of old is not shadow,
And these lands are not yet lost.
We march under the Oriflamme,
Against winds of Chaos our mountains are rising,
Under the open heavens descends our strength,
We'll battle and rejoice in the Steel!

Lend me your steel!
For it's War within and War without,
Lend me your steel!
The time of reckoning's at hand!
Lend me your steel!
For promises and oaths, both said and unspoken,
Lend me your steel!
Again, for these proud lands!

The Iron Crowned Order marches,
To East and West the Sword pierces,
Uniting the broken, breaking the proud,
Our swords cross with crescent blades!

Kings and great men, once under hills sleeping,
Rise to take the throne: THEIR RIGHT!
True strength returns, the wind that cuts through the wind,
Greater than life, than death!

Lend me your steel!


7. AMONGST THE TOMBS

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8. SHADOW AND FLAME

Oh woeful spires of Turgon's glory,
Hidden in mountains far from the Dark Lord's grasp.
Too greatly have you loved the work of your own hands,
For the Fen of Serech is found this day.

With shadow and flame,
Will your people be judged!

Great among banes, fallen spirit of wrath,
With sword and flail burning approaches,
Hordes of villainous beasts swarm 'round the tower,
As your generals make their last stand.

Already slain lie your subjects,
Already in bondage driven off

There stands your greatest, Ecthelion,
Before his keep, steadfast,
For Gondolin, for his king, he'll fight to the death,
Though his doom is already sown

What testament to Manwe and Mandos will we give?
What could we say if no stand we made?
Though already the towers lie in ruins,
WE WILL BRING DEATH TO DURIN'S BANE!

My kingdom lies upon me,
Both I and Balrog dead,
My foes took off our heroes,
So in shame I hang my head.

Still, above these ruins,
New stars to the West shine.
Fresh storms wait there, brewing,
And a hope beyond hope will rise!