1. PRELUDE TO WAR

(Instrumental)


2. SHIELD TO SHIELD

Here we come, here we come, here we come
Our second battle awaits
Feel the wrath, Feel the pain, Feel the strength
Unbeliever

Reinforced for battle,
New banners joined the pack.
Two brothers from the north
They fight from this time forth

Warriors of the skull united again
Roaming the lands
The loyal legends of the skull
Their onslaught will never lull

Here we come, here we come, here we come
Our second battle awaits
Feel the wrath, Feel the pain, Feel the strength
Unbeliever

Shield to shield
With iron discipline we march
When we fight, we fight as one

Strong men fight, shield to shield
No panic or fear on the battle field
Enemies of the skull beware
Where ever you hide, we will be there

We speak to you forthright
The true colours are black or white
A second war is at hand
The doors have opened to unknown land

Here we come, here we come, here we come
Our second battle awaits
Feel the wrath, Feel the pain, Feel the strength
Unbeliever

Reinforced for battle,
New banners joined the pack.
Two brothers from the north
They fight from this time forth

Warriors of the skull united again
Roaming the lands
The loyal legends of the skull
Their onslaught will never lull

Our shield wall is impenetrable
A forest of steel coming your way
The blue steel rises
Feel the power unbeliever
This army travelled far after “A journey must begin”.
“The Dawn of a dark age” is a memory that fades away.
After “for death and glory” Unbelievers are the Quarry

The Red will hammer his war drums.
Fear spread in the hearts of the poor-spirited,
The dark brother unleashes his weapon skills
No father or son escapes the punishment of the dark.
This army travelled far after “A journey must begin”.
“The Dawn of a dark age” is a memory that fades away.
After “for death and glory” Unbelievers are the Quarry

Strong men fight, shield to shield
No panic or fear on the battle field
Enemies of the skull beware
Where ever you hide, we will be there

We speak to you forthright
The true colours are black or white
A second war is at hand
The doors have opened to unknown land

Strong men fight, shield to shield
No panic or fear on the battle field
Enemies of the skull beware
Where ever you hide, we will be there

We speak to you forthright
The true colours are black or white
A second war is at hand
The doors have opened to unknown land

Here we serve!
Whitch all!
How we fight?
Shield to shield!
Live with honor!
Die in battle!
Fear no enemy!
Kill them all!


3. TO RIDE KILL AND HARVEST

Commanding without royal blood
Companionship and adventure, the Sellsword’s life
Founded by bastards and banished brutes,
A life of gold without morale

Wearing the colours of the highest bidder
Companionship and adventure, the Sellsword’s life
Wearing armor and weaponry of the slain
A life of gold without moral

On the eve of battle the commander speaks:
You are part of the Legion of the Damned
You were denied your righteous future
because you were born from wrong bloodlines
or followed your instincts.

We are the supreme weapon of war, elite killers
without conscience. We stand above royal blood
and do not distinguish between beggar and king

We have no honour, no family, no home
We do not believe in gods except in ourselves
We live by the sword, without fear

Slaughter our foes
do not grant them a glorious death
Ride, kill and harvest
Into the battle we march
without fear or compassion
Sensing fear in the hearts of our enemy
Before sundown victory will be ours.

Into the battles we march
veterans in every field
Shifting the balance when we set food
on the battlefield
Without honour we deal death slowly

Wearing the colours of the highest bidder
Companionship and adventure, the Sellsword’s life
Wearing armor and weaponry of the slain
A life of gold without moral

Colourless and homeless, travelling the world
The Elite of the hired
A Sellsword in the Legion of the Damned


4. KING OF THE EBURONES

The harvest was poor,
starvation was lurking and no man knew what winter would bring.
They came with honourless intentions.
They set up their camps near our villages.
The centurions were ordered to take our harvest.

The fury of the Eburones was born.
Ambiorix joined Catuvolcus, the two kings united,
powerful and brave.
The murder of Dumnorix wil be revenged.
Esus the Treesplitter, the thunder and Toutatis the father will rise.
Taranis

Ambiorix prince of the Eburones
Of all Gauls, the Belgae are bravest

He created fear for approaching tribes.
The officers were troubled. Stay and fight or flee?
Would they fight and die?
Sabinus and Cotta debated the whole night.
Fear took a hold of them.
Through the the valley they would flee.

The fury of the Eburones was born.
Ambiorix joined Catuvolcus, the two kings united, powerful and brave.
The murder of Dumnorix will be revenged
Esus the Treesplitter, Taranis the thunder and Toutatis the father wil rise.

Ambiorix and his men attacked them from up the hills. The legate
begged for his life.
Sabinus, Cotta and their troops were massacred.
Deceived by a flag of truce.

The news reached the senate. Rome was dishonoured.
An entire Roman legion and cohorts distroyed,
revenge was inevitable.
The legion of Quintus Cicero was stationed in Gaul.
The name of Rome was at stake.

Caesars wrath was devastating.
50,000 trained Roman soldiers slaughtered and hunted the tribes.
Fields were burned down. Ambiorix fled North into German territory.
He disapeared, never to be seen again.


5. HANIBAL AD PORTAS

Cato the elder: Ceterum censeo Carthaginem essse delendam

In the third century B.C. during the first Punic war
He was born. Son of Hamilcar, a sworn enemy of Rome.
Commander of the Carthaginian army.

Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam

He marched over the Alps with seventy shining tusks.
He seized Victory in Cannae.
Numidian riders crushed the cavalry and retreated,
And fought the enemy from behind.

Hail to the brave, Hail to the brave
Hannibal ad portas
He who defied an empire
Hannibal ad porta
Hail to the brave, Hail to the brave
Hannibal ad portas
He who defied an empire
Hannibal ad porta

The army was driven south
His brother and reinforcements were defeated
He answered the command and returned.
His final battle ended in defeat

After the defeat Hannibal fled to the east.
King Antiochus offered him protection
Roman vengeance followed him to Bithynia
He would not be taken

When he saw the soldiers coming
He took his own life.
Using his potion of death.
Hannibal lord of tactical battle
He died in Bithynia


6. THE OLD CONDEMNED IMMORTAL

Ivan follows the battle queen’s trail
Impressed by the amount of fallen men
Bonded by marriage, she leaves her prince for war
Only one warning she gives her love

Do not open the forbidden room
His sense overpowered by his will to see

Marja Morevna, queen of battle, daughter of the sea
Resurrected by eagels, ravens and falcons from the sky

He finds an old man, chained
Burning in a kellte above a fire
Deluded by mercy he grants him a drink
The old man regains his power

He takes the foolish prince to his evil empire
The immortal gale set free

Marja Morevna, queen of battle, daughter of the sea
Resurrected by eagels, ravens and falcons from the sky

Trough a gate of skulls she entered
The witch woman of old she found
Fulfilled the task to herd her steeds
She is granted a noble warhorse

On the witch’s steed the queen saves the prince
The immortal ruler on their heels
The condemned trips and falls
A strike in the neck, the fatal blow
They burned his body, his ashes scattered into the wind


7. EATING THE ENEMY

We sacrifice to the gods
To whom we are bound to be grateful
a bargain with our gods
The mana of women for fortune.

The power will please the spirits.
A covenant between man and gods.
They will stay at our side
A sacrifice to sustain ourselves.

The sun has been created by one god’s sacrifice
It will be honoured with blood and hearts of men.
We provide sacrifices to keep the cosmos going.
We roam the lands in search of foreign victims.

Feeding the gods, feeding the gods
Feeding the gods, feeding the gods

Consuming the flesh of our most powerful enemies
A punishment that suits their hateful crimes
Stronger and stronger we get, transmitting their courage
The bodies dissected, searched for bad omens

Feeding the gods, feeding the gods
Feeding the gods, feeding the gods

We do not hunt for trophies.
We need the soul substance of life
A feature of our native life
Poured on the fields, great fortune.

The sun has been created by one god’s sacrifice
It will be honoured with blood and hearts of men.
We provide sacrifices to keep the cosmos going.
We roam the lands in search of foreign victims.

Feeding the gods, feeding the gods
Feeding the gods, feeding the gods


8. THRONAR

In a time before the era of Thronar.
Captain Arradas returns from a mission.
When he sets foot on the mainland, a city guard blocks his way
Behind him a sound, followed by blinding pain.
The world goes dark…..

Awakening in iron, warlord and protector of the Kingdom of Isles
Blamed for the murder committed by his bastard brother
Standing before the scaffold, his elite commanders already hung
A command for the most loyal of his legions
Cloaked and spread out on King’s Square
A command, signalling escape

Travelling through Storm Sea, outlawed in the Kingdom of Isles
Strong hearted and wise, betrayed by his bastard brother
Escaped the scaffold, a change of wind, a new life
His strong will, the foundation of the Skull

Thronar, founded on King’s wisdom
Thronar, built on warrior’s courage
Thronar, grown on vicious bloodshed

It’s banner always high, home of the true warrior
The seed of the nation’s glory, a kingdom of legends
Creating legends through it’s existence

A new land. A new live. Builder of an empire.
Regaining honour true mighty deeds.
His vengeance for now locked away.
His strong will. The foundation of the skull.

A nation unparalleled in the making
Leaving magic and glory in its wake
Writing history of the Kingdom
Stronger than steel, mightier than storm


9. FINAL WAR (UNLEASH THE FIRE)

Gorodar’s death never cleared the sky.
Rumours of resurrection are spreading through the lands.

Something diabolical has risen from the ashes.
The seed of evil is still alive.
His father, his mentor, defeated by this inferior nation
Gorodar broke the chains that imprisoned him.

His apprentice killed by this allegiance that fights
under the banner of the skull.
By killing his creation they awakened his anger.
Not fully recovered he starts his march.

From the depths of fire land he begins to recruit.
Spreading fear and anger in the hearts of the broken.
The aftermath of war still visible in this land.
Lands and towns were burned, Fathers and sons have died.

The allegiance breaks.
The tribes are deceived by his evil tongue
Great wealth was gained from the war.
Why not take what our brothers have died for?
Crimnor resists, but greatly outnumbered he falls.
His new family betrayed him. A greater death this hero deserved.
From tribe to tribe they march.
Weakened by the war, all tribes joined the legions of fire land

The news spreads fast. The borders are reinforced.
No time to rebuild, a new battle is at hand
Brothers who fought side by side now stand against each other.
A new war is at hand. Against an unseen but powerful enemy.

Young men. not far from childhood,
Trained for the war at hand.
The future is uncertain.
Scouts report great numbers.
Then the horns signal alarm, a small army approach the borders
The army of the sellswords offers their allegiance to the skull
The elite of the hired.
Evil will be fought with evil