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Frozen Hordes
02:37
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Frozen Hordes
Undead, Cold
Endless, Relentless
Iceshard, Bones
Frozen Hordes
Legion, Icy Swarm
Ancient, Old
Warriors, Shattered tombs
Frozen Hordes
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2. |
Oathstone
06:11
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Greenskin tribes prepare for war!
Goblin, Troll, Snotling, Orc!
From the mountains at world’s edge
To claim every Dwarven head!
Endless numbers, countless hordes
A forest of spears, a sea of swords…
The Dwarves prepare their strongholds
Seal the tunnels, close the doors!
One by one the Holds all fall
No songs of yore are sung in Hall
No mines are delved, no masons build
No runes are carved on blade or hilt…
The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!
Spears and swords pierce my body!
An axe crushes my skull!
Arrows rip through my armor!
Soon I’ll be food for crows…
Our last stand on the Oathstone!
We bleed for ancient Gods!
Not one step taken backwards!
Lock shields! Prepare for charge!
The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!
They know they are the last, there will be no more sons
Should they break their lines, the fall of all they love
The Gods look down upon them, all they can do is weep
Their flesh and souls devoured by Trolls and creatures from the deep
Warriors form a ring, surrounding their great Thane
Singing songs of hearth and home, death, glory, and fate!
Memories of the mountains, proud, tall, and strong
Lost to the Ages, the last kingdom falls…
Walls are breached and gates are crushed
Flesh is hewn and gored on tusks
The shieldwall breaks to hulking foes
Trolls of River, Hill and Stone
Dwarven lines now no more
A feast for the Gods: Mischief and War!
The final guardians lay slain
Defiant to the last, the Thane remains
He grips his axe, he locks his shield
He will never submit, surrender or yield
He hears the call of his Fathers on high
He charges in with his final warcry!
The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!
Spears and swords pierce my body!
An axe crushes my skull!
Arrows rip through my armor!
Soon I’ll be food for crows…
Our last stand on the Oathstone!
We bleed for ancient Gods!
Not one step taken backwards!
Lock shields! Prepare for charge!
The Oathstone! Hold at all costs!
By Oathstone! Stand as one and fight together!
On Oathstone! This is where I die!
Our Oathstones! Sealed in blood for all we’ve lost!
Watching as he falls, the Queen and her young son
Fleeing through secret tunnels, their people on the run
The last vision they see, the death of a Thane
Ripped apart and eaten as he cries out their names
Ancient Halls are plundered, defiled ancestral hoards
Effigies of carrion dung, tormented flesh of Lords
The mountains are aflame, and made of broken bones
The end of elder days, Blood on the Oathstone…
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3. |
Ice Mammoth
07:59
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In a time now long ago, A frozen age of ice and snow
Across the tundra and steppes, he roams, In the glacial mountains he makes his home
Titan, Mammoth, Behemoth, Colossal Beast, Armored and Tusked
Khan of the Steppes, Arctic King, Lord of the Tundra, Ruler of the Peaks
Trumpet sounds, rocks come down
Pounding snow, cold winds blow
Sheets of ice, piercing cries
Frosted hide, slow demise!
Avalanche, one last gasp
Glacial tomb, frozen doom
Swallowed whole by winter's maw
Mammuthus awaits the thaw!
Centuries pass still buried under snow, Glaciers move down ever so slow
Preserved in tact under permafrost, Frozen in time his rage never lost
Barbarian tribe, Neanderthals, Hunting in the pass, find the frozen God
Primitive minds, cower in awe, Fall and worship the Ice Mammoth!
Brave the ice and cold and frost, sacrifice to Mammuthus
Bring them forth tide in a row, rival tribe Cro-Magnon Foe
Place their heads upon the stone, smash with clubs breaking through bone
Ground now slick with brains and gore, Mammoth stirs, shatters ice with roar!
Freed from the Ages, he opens his eyes, seeing the world once more
Thawing power, ancient bones move, trapped in time no more
Rise of the Mammoth, shatters his cage, bellowed hate to the skies!
Titanic hunger, strange humanoids, a feast from their demise!
Tribe now dead and crushed, Broken bodies impaled on tusks
Engorged on flesh, blood and bone, Mammoth again is free to roam
Frozen world of ice his domain, Roams the tundras and frozen plains
Nomadic beast, Tyrant of Cold, God of War, Ice, and Snow!
Stomp and smash and bellow and crush, Trample, and pummel and pound them to dust
Fury, rage, primordial hate, Epic mass reduce all to paste
Slumbering giant asleep no more, Ascends his throne Demi-God of Gore
Tribe now flees to escape his wrath, Avalanche of rage, death in the pass
Grab their spears and atlatls, attempt to fight the Mountain God
Thawed by the Sun, awoke by its rays, Missiles and spears attract his gaze!
Mammuthus! Freed by the Thaw! Frozen God! The Ice Mammoth!
Carnivorous! Behemoth! Frozen God! The Ice Mammoth!
Brave the ice and cold and frost, sacrifice to Mammuthus
Bring them forth tide in a row, rival tribe Cro-Magnon Foe
Place their heads upon the stone, smash with clubs breaking through bone
Ground now slick with brains and gore, Mammoth stirs, shatters ice with roar!
Freed from the Ages, he opens his eyes, seeing the world once more
Thawing power, ancient bones move, trapped in time no more
Rise of the Mammoth, shatters his cage, bellowed hate to the skies!
Titanic hunger, strange humanoids, a feast from their demise!
Tribe now dead and crushed, Broken bodies impaled on tusks
Engorged on flesh, blood and bone, Mammoth again is free to roam
Frozen world of ice his domain, Roams the tundras and frozen plains
Nomadic beast, Tyrant of Cold, God of War, Ice, and Snow!
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4. |
To Devolve
06:50
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In forgotten Elder Days, Before time of Northern Waste
Polar Gates come crashing down, Chaos now vies for the crown
Corrupting magiks infect the land, Merging mind of Beast and Man
Mutilate, Transform, Reborn, Mutated life now given form
Crooked horns burst out from skull
Shaping and breaking of bones
Tusks and hooves and teeth of dog
Gnarled hide and gaping maw
Eyes so filled with primal hate
Destroy all that Man creates
Muscles surge, spines burst through skin
The first of the Beastkin
Warping power, cursed winds
Antlers, Tusks and Tails and Fins
What once walked proud is now cast down
Slithers, swarms, and crawls on ground
Evolved life form, now no more
Back to Beast with hate and horn
Mound of flesh, Chaos Spawn
Beaks and limbs, To Devolve
Ascendance of the Four, Nature now at war
Tearing through reality, Chaos reigns eternally
Warping power, cursed winds
Antlers, Tusks and Tails and Fins
What once walked proud is now cast down
Slithers, swarms, and crawls on ground
Evolved life form, now no more
Back to Beast with hate and horn
Mound of flesh, Chaos Spawn
Beaks and limbs, To Devolve
Crooked horns burst out from skull
Shaping and breaking of bones
Tusks and hooves and teeth of dog
Gnarled hide and gaping maw
Eyes so filled with primal hate
Destroy all that Man creates
Muscles surge, spines burst through skin
The first of the Beastkin
In forgotten Elder Days, Before time of Northern Waste
Polar Gates come crashing down, Chaos now vies for the crown
Corrupting magiks infect the land, Merging mind of Beast and Man
Mutilate, Transform, Reborn, Mutated life now given form
Unnatural life, given form
Created corruption by Brothers Four
Hate, Pleasure, Decay, Change
Slaughter, Engorge, Whither, Mutate!
Bones crack, sinews snap, Flesh torn, Crooked Horns
Muscles rip, clawed grip, fangs protrude, mind becomes crude
Legs distend, backwards bend, Poisoned Talons, Maim and Rend
Instinct, Primal, Savage, Bestial
To Devolve, Chaos Spawn, Primordial, To Devolve!
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5. |
Sorrow
03:11
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6. |
Meadhall Mishap
06:50
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In the frozen north, In the land of Trolls
High up in the mountains amongst the ice and snow
There dwelt the one, warrior born
Trollish Tyrant, Drunken Overlord!
There his quest began, His saga unfurled
To seek the mightiest of brews, To drink dry the whole world!
The plunder from his raids, No longer cast its spells
Consumed himself sober, From his drunken throne he fell
His journey begins...
His axe and flagon in hand!
In the search of ultimate booze
To conquer every land!
Southwards first to lands of men, Plumed and piked Holy Romans
Famed for their beercraft skills, Hefeweizens, Lagers, Pils
Smash through breweries, taverns, towns, Drinking, drinking, going down
No effect, sober haze, Eternal hungover rage!
Slavic lands to South and East, Prosit, Nazdrowe, Zivjeli!
Rakija Slivovitsa, On pije pivo I wodka!
Balkans, Baltics, Poles and Rus, Fell before his quest for booze
Consume, swallow, slosh and swill, So many dead, yet sober still!
Nothing in the Olde World remained, Its alcoholic stores were drained
Kingdoms smashed, castles torn down, He drank where others would have drowned
Still he was not drunk enough, His quest required stronger stuff
But where to sack? Where to sail? Where could be found the strongest ale??
He heard! Rumors from the East! Of drink and magik yeast!
‘Cross the steppes to the Great Wall! The Celestial Kingdom would fall!
Black powder, Alchemy, Were no match for his drunk fury
Scorpion wine, beer of rice, Strong enough, yet none sufficed
Art, Science, Philosophy, All he desired, the distillery
Teachings from ancient scribes, Smashed and broken, Ale or Die!!
Words of wisdom on deaf ears, Primordial need to drink beer
Dragon temples brought to dust, Engorge, consume, violence, lust
Nothing remained in his wake, Genocidal quest for drink
Conquered lands of Orient, Inebriated rage not spent
Over mountains down to jungle, intoxication from source fungal
Follow the path, cradle of life, nothing but desert and strife
Continue on where Kings remain, Ancient tombs and beer of grain
Tales of a New World, For the quest, westward sail!
Across! The Ocean's mighty waves! He sailed unto his fate!
His quest for drunkenness! Would lead unto his death!
Plunder upon the Spanish Main, New alcohol from sugar cane
Rum, syrup, liquor sweet, Distilled and emptied at his feet
Upwards on to land Central, Cervezas, Tequila
Agave juice, no equal, Pure pain, no recall…
Into the lands called 'Mericae, Kings of the IPA
Malt, Hops, so extreme, Waters pure from mountain streams
Singles, Doubles, Triples, Quad, Stronger, stronger, not enough!
Continents brought to heel, All for the quest for beer!!
Searched the world, nothing found, Northward sail, homeward bound
Emerald Isle found in the mist, Already hammered! Let’s get pissed!
On to the Scots, a wee quick halt, Whiskeys, Bourbons, Brandys, Malts
Engle-Saxons and their Ciders only enrage the drunken fighter!
Back to North, his Dragonship roamed
Returning with beers, liquor and gold
His Quest seemed failed, sober his fate
Smashing his plunder with bleary eyed hate
The liquid spills down, into his horn
A magic elixir intoxicately born
He raises his prize up to his eyes
The ultimate drink is realized!
He takes a swig, He forces it down!
The broth flows through, Victory is found!
Now so drunk, he cannot stand!
Poisonous elixir from his own hand!
Clogging filth, creeping through his veins!
Vomits up his life, the Troll dies in pain...
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Valkyria
07:53
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Our backs to the wall, One by one our comrades fall
Soon only I and her, A ring of foes draws in closer
Swords, spears, forward thrust, Axe bites shield as bone is crushed
Wounded, bloodied, beaten, maimed, Show no fear, show no pain
We stand tall, side by side, Her and I not afraid to die
One last glance, a firm embrace, No words needed, charge towards our fate
Smash their lines, break their bones, Impale their flesh, their blood runs cold
They begin to break, their courage fails, Victory in sight, we may prevail
Archers appear behind their ranks
Drawing their arrows aiming for our flanks
Let loose their volleys, a rain of death
I see her fall, I hear her last breath
I raise my head and scream to the sky
My One, My Queen, My Beloved, My I
I rush to her body, now pale and cold
Blood gushing forth from her many wounds
My mind is torn, my heart ripped apart
Her once bright eyes, now dead and dark
Yet her face was neither enraged nor grim
‘Twas calm, peaceful, with the slightest grin
As if she knew what would await
Over the Bridge and through the Gates
In Hall on high, Before the Gods
Oh, my Valkyria!!
Oh, Valkyrie I know you’ll be, And fairer there could never be!
Of all of those who have gone before, beyond the stars and through the door!
The memories come back to me, of Her and I and what used to be!
Our love so strong, our fire bright, my Warrior Queen, her Champion I!
Berserker rage takes over my sword
I charge through their lines, smash through their hordes
Break through their shields, cleave through their skulls
Hack through their mail, 'til my blade is dull
Pierced by their blades and many arrows
I finally fall, succumbed to my foes
She returns from Hall on High
Armored and winged, my Valkyria!!
I see my body on the ground, covered in blood and gore
I fought on to the last, I grip my broken sword
I see my tattered bloody corpse, rising through the sky
In her arms she carries me, to Golden Hall on High
Now we fight forever, Battles in the sky
Her and I together, My Valkyria!!
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Lock in step and form in line
Pikes up front archers behind
Foes so vast, never seen before
This is our death march to war!
Advancing over blood-soaked fields
With grim resolve we will not yield
Slow and steady towards our fate
O’er fallen brothers, keep our pace!
Banners wave under the morning sun
None will be alive when this day is done
Horns are blown, Orders to charge
This is our death march!
As we approach we see their lines
Spears are long, and guns are primed
Face their cannons, thundering roar
Ripped through ranks, pink mist and gore
Still we advance though many drop
Skewered and maimed by pike and shot
Their earthworks high, ground chosen well
Our final charge leads us to Hell
Only a few of us remain
Foes on ramparts of the slain
We march over corpses ripped and torn
Victory impossible, a hope forlorn
Our standard falls our Lord’s lost his head
The rest of us now dying or dead
All is quiet, no sounds of war
No screams and steel, no cannons roar
Banners wave under the morning sun
None will be alive when this day is done
Horns are blown, Orders to charge
This is our death march!
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Silver Tower
04:52
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Enter to the tavern, same night as before
Sitting round the table, a band of heroes four
Warrior, Archer, Mage and Thief dividing up their loot
A Halfling band plays merry songs on pipes, whistles and flutes
Approached by a stranger, a dark cloak and deep hood
Tells them of a Tower, beyond the Spiderwood
Made of purest Silver, standing tall and bright
Guarded by a Chaos Mage, illusion and dark light
The party looks around, they share a wicked grin
“That wizard is as good as dead! We’ll claim the hoard within!”
The stranger slowly laughs, “The map for some gold…”
Coins are placed in his hands; their fates have now been sold…
The Warrior! Brave, strong and bold!
The Archer! Master of the bow!
The Mage! Casting arcane spells!
The Thief! Traps and locks as well!
They set off at first light, heads still fogged with ale
As they approach the Spiderwood, the light turns sick and pale
They plunge into the dark, the boughs block out the sun
Fight their way through eight-legged foes, they slay the Spider God!
Emerge on other side, woods now left behind
Above them stand the Frozen Peaks, mountains older than time
They scale the icy stone, attacked by many foes
The mountains soon are raining blood as red melts from the snow
The Warrior! Brave, strong and bold!
The Archer! Master of the bow!
The Mage! Casting arcane spells!
The Thief! Traps and locks as well!
Down into the valley, the Tower stands alone
A shinning spear of Silver with a moat of bones
The stranger reappears, he offers them advice…
“Beware the sorcerer’s minions, both of magik and might!”
As if it heard his words, a creature forms from none
Crystal skulls and shimmering scales, many faces turn to one
The construct is destroyed, its magiks are no more
From the mirrored shards appears the Tower’s hidden door…
They clear the lower Halls, navigate the changing maze
At the labyrinth’s center, the lair of the Chaos mage
The party charges in with swords and spells and bow!
There on the alter, the stranger stands alone…
The Warrior! Brave, strong and bold!
The Archer! Master of the bow!
The Mage! Casting arcane spells!
The Thief! Traps and locks as well!
The Warrior! Cast down into stone!
The Archer! Pierced by her own arrows!
The Mage! Mind has been erased!
The Thief! Forever trapped in this place!
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10. |
Foehammer
05:35
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Forged by Elven smiths, in forgotten Age
Ruins are carved on the hilt, giving it its name
Glamdring the Foehammer! The Hammer of the Orcs!
Shinning bright when foes draw near, a light in the dark
Crafted for an Elven King, the Lord of Gondolin
A means to protect the Kingdom, to pass from kin to kin
Lost in the War of Wrath, the Hidden Realm no more
Found by the one called Grey in Trollish treasure horde!
Sword! Jewel and Blade! Found in a cave! Guarded by Trolls!
Meat! Fire and Heat! Play to their greed! Curious Dwarves!
Quiet! Send the thief in! Burglar Baggins! To burgle their stores!
Caught! Tied in a sack! To make a great snack! Maybe there's more!
Bert! William and Tom! Fight for so long! Not seeing the sun!
The morning it came so soon! The light is your doom!
Down to the valley, known as Rivendell
Consort Master Elrond to see what the runes tell
Taken by the Grey, Along with Sister blade
Glamdring and Orcrist their Sindarin names!
Alongside a dagger, equal in fame
In the hands of a Hobbit, Sting Spider's Bane!
Up into the mountains, over and down
Ambushed in the pass, down down to Goblin Town!
Court of the Goblin King brought forth in chains!
Recognize the Oakenshield, last son of Thrain!
Wields a cursed blade, Beater as it's known
Enraged and full of anger the King leaps off his throne
Stop! Cries a voice, blade shinning bright
Goblins cower down in fear frozen in fright...
Er! I know that sword! It's the Foehammer!
Slice! End the King's life! Glowing blue light now turning white!
War! Like never before! Five different hordes! Storm Erebor!
Fate! The Ring of Hate! Secret and Safe! Through Goblin gate!
Gloom! Shadow and Doom! Durin's bane! Fly you fools!
Forged by Elven smiths, in forgotten Age
Ruins are carved on the hilt, giving it its name
Glamdring the Foehammer! The Hammer of the Orcs!
Shinning bright when foes draw near, a light in the dark
The Foehammer!
A blade of light, strength and valor
The sword of a King, the Foehammer!
A light in the black, in darkest hour
The blade lost now found, the Foehammer!
A weapon of hope, glory, honor
A power long gone, the Foehammer!
The bane of Troll, Goblin, and Orc
Glamdring its name, the Foehammer!
The Foehammer!
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