Текст песни Bal Sagoth - And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-kothoth

Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown
CHAPTER 1: THE VOYAGE OF THE SORCERER

THE WIZARDS OF VYRGOTHIA:
Darkly bejewelled circlet of night,
Crown of the Elder King,
Unfettered at last the Trinity of Might,
The sceptre, the sword, and the ring
THE SORCERER:
I stand upon the oaken planks of this great ship,
(the splendid flagship of the Imperium's navies)
Gazing at moon-gleam dancing on the vast, dark sea
(And in my mind I behold) black crystals gleaming
Ensorcellment! I am enthralled by this nighted spell
For I know that the slumbering sorceries
Of the Shadow-King's crown shall soon be reawakened
And as I return to my emperor
(shackled to such woefully grim tidings),
My spirit is borne upon the leathern wings of a great sorrow
CHAPTER 2: THE MARCH OF THE IMPERIUM
THE EMPEROR:
Call forth the Ogre-Mage of the Black Lake
And the Swordmaster of Kyrman'ku,
Let them speak the Words Which Unfetter
Enshrined for countless centuries,
Within it's darksome citadel,
Five score and ten against the Tiger,
(curse) the black crown of the Shadow-King!
By all the dark gods, I swear I'll not be dethroned!
A seething forest of blackened blades,
A churning sea of ebon war-chariots,
A searing storm of flaming shafts,
All this havoc and more shall I unleash against my foe
Into battle! The Legion shall march
The fall of Gul-Kothoth is nigh!
The Legion of the Ebon Tiger
Six thousand elite warriors of the Imperium,
The pride of the Emperor's forces
Bolstered by heavy cavalry,
And a squadron of deadly scythed chariots
Further reinforced by the Imperial Frontier Army
Of one hundred thousand highly trained spearmen and archers
And never has this force met it's match in battle or siege
BAALTHUS VANE:
Our banner flies ever glorious,
Undefeated we stand, steeped in victory
The Iron Phalanx, six thousand strong,
Our ever-honed blades, the Tiger's gleaming claws
Pride of the Empire, Scourge of the Vraii,
Masters at Turonium, and Kai-Vorg
Smiters of the Southern Host, Routers of the Horde,
Bane of the Over-King, we march to war!
(To be continued in Chaper 3: The Wizards Do Battle)