Текст песни Bal Sagoth - The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords Gleaming

(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

XERXES:
I see a land far to the north
A vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains
A land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings who hail to grim gods

ALTARUS:
Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides
Within the fog-swathed vales of Hyperborea

THE KING'S DREAM:
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers,
The air is churning with auguries of dethronement
Impending dread thus prophesized!
In a dream I was bade ride
The argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones
There a torrent of viscid slime assailed me,
As pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution
And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne
Assassins stalk the nighted halls of my palace
Poisoned blades and chalices surround me
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst
Was slaked by an envenomed draught
My swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth
Enthralled by the chasmed gloom
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread
I awaken!
I shall seek the counsel of the sorcerer,
Keeper of the ancient scrolls of wisdom,
And the Crystals of Power

THE WORDS OF THE SORCERER:
My liege, great and regal king
The mists disclose their secrets
You are destined to wield a great dark power
Drink deep of the potions of the apothecary,
For upon thee now I bestow a shard
Of the mystic Crystal of Mera
Sacred artefact of the At lantean mages,
Won in battle by our legions
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the truth
Lurking hidden in thy most fever-haunted dreams

THE VOICE OF THE HARBINGER:
The land awash with spilled blood,
And viscera torn forth from the sundered dead
Gorge the earth with flesh
Darkened with the claw and fang of war
Rent open the ravenous maws of worms

THE KING:
The Crystal illumines dark secrets, the truth is known
A dire and ancient threat is ranged against me
Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds,
Now the call to arms is upon us all,
Grim warriors, take up thy spears and hone thy gleaming swords
Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, saddle the steeds of war,
The glory of battle is nigh at last,
Our banner shall fly this day in victory!

My warriors, a legacy shall this day be wrought
By our blades, decreed by the gods,
Blessed by the blood of vanquished foes
Our destiny beckons

LORD ANGSAAR, DARK LIEGE OF CHAOS:
Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me
With your splendid legions and shimmering swords
I, the Bane of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge of Lemuria,
Archfoe of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you!
I shall visit a thousand plagues upon your realm,
And wreak untold havoc and bloody carnage
Until I have your throne and your soul!

ALTARUS:
And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners,
A vast army marched forth from the great walls
Of the Imperial City of Hyperborea,
And at the forefront of the mighty legions,
Astride an ebon war-stallion, rode the king,
Sunlight glinting up on his splendid armour
Compelled by dreams, and guided by the Crystal of Mera

XERXES:
Where? Where did the king's path take him?

ALTARUS:

XERXES:
But master, what powers did this blade possess?
What secrets did it hold?

ALTARUS:

XERXES:
Then there looms such a cataclysmic battle!

ALTARUS:
And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send
Forth his Horde of Wraiths to engage the army of the king

THE KING:
Behold, a legion of undead fiends meets us upon the field of war
Face me, Scourge of Lemuria, I wield thy bane, the Shadow-Sword
(and darksome sorceries now empower me with thunderous might!)
Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds,
Now the call to arms is upon us all,
The glory of battle is nigh at last, into the fray we ride!

XERXES:
The outcome, master
Who left the field victorious?
Did the king prevail?

ALTARUS:
The mists begin to disperse for now, the images fade
That tale shall have to wait 'til another day