1. CHANT OF THY ANCESTORS LUPINE

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2. WOLVES OF ROME

*Summoning forth the werewolves dormant underneath Latium, rise and reclaim the realm, restore the ancient Roman Empire*

Achtung Ancestors Lupine! Awake from your thousands year slumber
Rise from your tombs of dirt underneath the seven hills
I summon thee, howl and will towards power
Hear thy orders to subjugate, dominate and war supremacy

Wolves of Rome
Rise again
Cause might is right and with my lupine reich
I will conquer 'til the end

The frontier will be restored and stretch passed its golden standard
Dominion will be reinstated over those crude and primitive
Return us thy iron Latium, butcher and vanquish all resisters
Force the weak to submit like their forefathers before them

The red moon glows like a wound in the midnight dark
And our gods watch from their celestial constellations above
March onwards army of Romulus, thy first wolven king

The guiding light will shine so bright it'll blind the world until the end of man, until the cold earth sleeps

Wolves of Rome
Rip and tear
Cause might is right and with my lupine reich
I will usher in this new nightmare


3. THE DREAMING GOD

*A malevolent ancient deity is awoken, harbouring a will to dominate all life*

Thunder and lightning split the sky, the ocean roars and thrashes
The earth shakes throughout the land, animals cower and hide
The return of a darkness is whispered throughout the kingdoms
Rumours of an awakening, of a name in barbarous tongue, thought forgotten

Dreaming god, spread your wings, a new dawn will rise
Dreaming god, take your flight, let us hear your cry

The ritual is complete, the chalice overfloweth with sacrifice
Praise be to this martyrdom, for the ancient god of the Wurms
Now shatter your marble chrysalis, flex thy muscles stiffened from slumber
Take to thy throne, cloak the world in your shadow, for an eternity to pass

Feast on the pallid flesh of man like ripened fruit
Assuage your thirst with mortal blood like wine
The weak will be conquered or crushed like rats
The strong will serve by your left hand, a devotion to divinity

The reign of the dreaming god has begun
Kneel down before the drainer of stars, swallower of the sun


4. SCHLACHT IM TEUTOBURGER WALD

*Cursing the legacy of Arminius / Hermann the traitor to Rome who orchestrated the ambush and massacre of three legions*

Wild eyes glow through the trees, a storm suffocates the sky
The forest is thick with impatient muffled cries
The legions march onwards with heavy ignorant steps
Oblivious to the vassal plotting their grizzly deaths

Arminius, treacherous leech, traitor to Rome, our Orcus you'll meet
Hermann, betrayer, leech, assembler of the tribes of death, drowning our lights reach.

The sons of Rome ambushed, a spite-fuelled massacre
Rained upon by tribesmen's spears, surrounded for slaughter
Iron tactics useless, Arminius attacks what he already knows
Three legions surrounded, suffering this fierce Germanic blow

The gilded eagle eroded, the roman standard lost
In the depths of Teutoburg, Rome's legions paid their cost
Slain within the woods, murdered in swamp and bog
Twenty thousand casualties in the forest fog
Brave men devoured, to appease a barbarous god
But in Teutoburg forest, their spirits remain, singing their frontier song


5. SPIRITUAL SICKNESS AND THE SUFFERING SOUL

*Losing the war within my own mind*

Spat on, in the face of a constant mockery
Howling for armageddon
Sour soil filling body, spirit eroding, emptiness
The trumpets of redemption are blowing on deafened ears

Failing to summon the light
Barbed-wire nooses my throat
Tortured in trammels, I am thy own retribution
Falling on sword, no twelve labours of penance for me

A Sisyphus crushed by thy boulder
Rotting, let the vestiges of thy carrion
Be consumed by the vultures, by the worms
Let me be erased, forgotten, dust


6. WAR (BURZUM COVER)

This is war!

I lie wounded, on wintery ground
With hundreds of corpses, all around
Many wounded, crawl helpless around
On the blood, red snowy ground

War!
War!
War!
War!

Cries of death (ha ha) suffering sound
Cries for help, to all their dead moms

War!
War!
War!
War!

Many hours, of music
Many drops, of blood
Many shiverings, and I am... DEAD!
And still, we must never give up

War!
War!
War!
War!


7. IN THE BANQUET HALL OF THE MIGHTY WULFĪNAZ KING

(Instrumental)


8. IN THE CATACOMBS WHERE RATS REIGN

*Sentencing thy enemy to vicious torture and violent demise*

I’d rather see Elysium in flames
Before I extended you with mercy
Cowering, whimpering, under my fucking boot
Savour the torture at hand, because afterwards...

You’ll be discarded, in the catacombs where rats reign
You’ll discover your perdition, in the catacombs where rats reign

Every pound of flesh beaten and gouged
Every sinew ripped and lacerated
Every inch of skin flayed and fed to beasts
All of this pain you must endure...

Before you’re tossed, in the catacombs where rats reign
Before you suffer, in the catacombs where rats reign

And you will rot, in the catacombs where rats reign
And you will be forgotten, in the catacombs where rats reign

Yellow eyes and teeth pierce the cold, wet, dark
They flock and scurry towards you
Suffocated by an army of plague-wielding vermin
You screams echo to no one
Cries of pain only urge them on
This is both their kingdom and your tomb


9. CONQUERING THE CARPATHIANS

*Rome’s war in Dacia*

Strength and Honour!

The sigil of the wolf and banner of the eagle, the golden standard reigns
We are the unyielding force of progress, submit or perish in vain
Through forest and thorn and mountain we march, until we cross the northern bank
And there at the shadow of the iron gates we fight, flank by flank

And we conquer, conquer the Carpathians
And we war, war for Emperor Trajan

We spill blood at the foot of the mountains, cleaving limb from limb
This soil we fight upon in our sights, since Rome’s first would-be king
Causalities are many, our enemy relentless in the Transylvanian mist
But our victory is secured, the Dacian’s crushed by our mighty Roman fist

We stamped out the dragon, we crushed its jaws and severed its tongues
The serpent is not match for the wolf, the battle fought and the lupine won
Now restoring the finance of Rome with Transylvanian gold
Our imperial presence felt in the region ‘til our Empire turns old


10. TWILIGHT FOREST APPARITION

(Instrumental)


11. BEYOND HADRIAN'S WALL

*An ancient evil lurking beyond the wall*

The barrier stands erected in the fog, the frontier ends here
But what lays beyond the wall? Tall tales and myths are recounted
Legends of apparitions far from human, and beasts reserved for nightmares
Nothing from man’s imagination can compare to what lurks beyond

Not even stars dare shine, beyond the wall
Not even gods dare tread, beyond the wall

Soldiers disappear from their posts, foreign prints lead into the expanse
Faint screams and echoes of pain ring out from somewhere in the black
Something scrapes at the boundary, longing, moaning in the dead of night
The wall wasn’t built for a border, but as a marker for where we shouldn’t wander

Men have other enemies than just each other, a primitive evil hungers, beyond the wall
And even the strongest of wolves, are like lambs in its jaws, beyond the wall
An ancient predator, a creature with many names stalks its prey, beyond the wall
An eternal malevolence reaps and razes and will never expire, beyond the wall


12. PURGING THY HIBERNIAN BLOOD

*Purging the human remnant / half in thy self to ascend as complete werewolf. A dark lupine emperor*

Carving across my flesh with a jagged obsidian blade
My ancestors observe as stone simulacra
Veins, like the roots of a weed, must be severed
Weeping sanguine impurity under the black star

Kneeling upon the altar I expunge all that is weak within
The ritual concludes as I drain my Hibernian half
I stand atop my terrace now, the full moon drawn like a bow
I ascend as unspoiled lupine, as a king under the black star

As Emperor

Have the Trumpets blow, to the let the kingdoms know
That I’ve been purged, and with my imperial half merged


13. THE RITE OF DARKNESS (BATHORY COVER)

Crusted blood on altar black
The rite of dark is done
The semen burn in sacred flames
The witches sings their song

The night is filled with joyous laughters
Orgy of the damned
Prepare for sacrifice by death
On my command

Infernal eternal
With the power in our veins
THE RITE OF DARKNESS

Candles glow with strength and glory
Blind the eye of sun
Demons rings the sabbath bell
The rite of dark is done

Naked bodies form the circle
Flesh and lust collide
Warm blood float and torrent faster
The wounds stands open wide

Sorcery blasphemy
Recite the words of spell
THE RITE OF DARKNESS deeds of hell


14. IRON DAWN: A NEW CRUSADE RIDES OUT

(Instrumental)