(Beneath The Blazon Of The Hyperborean Empire). . ALTARUS:. Gaze deep into the mists with your spirit-eyes, Xerxes.... look far, and tell me what you see..
ALTARUS: Gaze deep into the mists with your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far, and tell me. what you see.. XERXES: I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-.
They possess power unparalleled. Ageless, remorseless, without pity or conscience. Manipulators of evolution on countless worlds. Gods of the stars, the Celestial Host.
Black Legions ravening for blood,. Dark Lords hearken to my call,. Warriors rise forth from the earth,. Battle-spells empower me,. The Throne of Kings, the summoning,.
[Instrumental]. . [From the journal of Professor Caleb Blackthorne III, discovered May 1899, near the great Temple at Tiahuanaco, Peru:]. . [23 September: 1893].
So cold are the spaces between the stars. For blackened suns are the only legacy of worlds long dead. . X'atham ry'aa, Tha'zai tonn. Darker than a score of hells, wherein astral horrors dwell.
The Dark Liege Of Chaos Is Unleashed. At The Ensorcelled Shrine Of A'Zura-Kai. (The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords Gleaming. Beneath The Blazon Of The Hyperborean Empire Part II).
With but a gesture of my incorporeal hand I illumine the heart of a new-born sun,. Revelling as its searing stellar radiance engulfs my ersatz form.. Gazing out across the limitless, stygian cosmos,.
Seems like a years gone by,. When I was lost out in the cold,. That day when you caught my eye,. I got caught in a whole new world,. I always smile when I think of that time,.
[Written by: K & Hicks]. . Light turns to darkness hope to despair. The machine is rising the machine is rising. For me the light was so real a scar so hard to heal.
All or nothing seems to be, becoming painfully clear,. All of a sudden it came to me,. The bitter taste won't disappear,. . [bridge 1]. Your the last and the only,.
What's your pleasure. No one needs to know. . No one needs to know. . I'm in league with strangers, I'm talking all the time. How's the weather?. When I need the danger, I find it every time.
[Written by: Southern & Ritchie]. . Enter a land where the sky still bleeds. Empowered to turn every mountain into sand. And fears to dreams. Falling from grace bears a price I've learned.
I've crumbled to this too far. My life has come to this so far. The darker side of me comes and goes as the sea. The night is just the same so far. . You were the fire to light my way.
Go wash your conscience clean. The way it's never been. The eyes and ears surround you. Hesitation takes it's turn, anticipation burns. Enough to light the way before you.
Blood soaked despair. Creating an air of paranoia. Where brothers fear each other. And kill without question. Shooting in all directions. . Trampling each other, cudgeling deaths.
Organize!. Discipline yourselves!. Release the hounds!. The hunt is on!. . Proposition put forth, rejection complete, now we're in the game. Resistance assured, a final push, the second stage remains.
Like a ship on the ocean, trying to find the wind to her sails. You are lost in confusion, trapped by the walls of hate. . Turn back the hands of time.