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Vulva of the Nightfall
04:28
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The fiend is nearing, cloaked by night, leading the men of Illnudemantar.
Aberrant offspring of the long-forgotten, breed of the unuttered, Vulva of the Nightfall.
She is weaving hairy webs. She is the redeemer of all brains.
She will have you sucked dry,
Dragged to the altar and turned into a deadly tool.
No, they don’t slay with phallic swords.
Nay, they kill, oh they kill, they kill with
Dicks of steel.
Gray fog heralds their approach. They raise dust, dragging along melon-like balls.
Oh, what pure melancholy: cranial void never pleased, slaves forevermore.
She commands. They abide. Hail to the hairy fiend!
She whips them across the planet.
Silly cattle numbly feed on pastures of shriveled meat.
And while valiant young men die with sword in hand,
They kill, oh they kill, they kill with
Dicks of steel.
With brainwashed minds, we plead: Undo our impotence!
Vulva of the Nightfall
Inflame our virility!
Don’t take no pains! We need no brains. Nay!
Vulva of the Nightfall
Inflame our virility!
With brainwashed minds,
We donate our bodies.
Kneel down
In final sacrifice!
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2. |
Pristine War
04:36
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Rays of ghoulish light puncture the night.
From cracks in the bedrock,
Gargantuan beasts crawl forth,
Primordial talons lashing.
They envy the living.
With eager canines, they go for the kill.
The eyes of my friend widen in fear.
All trust vanishes as we glimpse our kin: blemished.
Retreat now! Run! Our lines are scattered; too far-flung.
Too late now. The ground starts breaking.
Before the dawn, we must stand strong.
Now, quit the crying and charge as one!
Shred the fear in each one of you!
We are bonded in battle. Friend or foe,
It’s about undying love.
My hands are shaking.
Pristine war.
A sudden concussion, a glare, what thunderous sound?
Verene be blessed! artillery fire.
Finally, Medran’s heavy troopers dare the sally.
And through walls of smoke thunders cavalry, thousands strong.
Before the dawn, victory was won.
Now, I lie crying in the rising sun.
I shed a tear for each one of you.
We are bonded in battle. Friend or foe,
It’s about undying love.
My hands are shaking.
Pristine war.
We are bonded in battle.
Friend or foe -
Undying love -
Pristine war.
Before the dawn, victory was won.
Now, I lie crying in the rising sun.
I shed a tear for each one of you.
We are bonded in battle. Friend or foe,
It’s about undying love.
My hands are shaking.
Pristine war.
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3. |
Born Beneath the Sword
05:01
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In their sacred bellies,
The fruit of life shall ripen,
Giving birth to men while intoxicating their minds.
Hail the beer-born!
Rainbow-colored is their skin.
From the holy mountain’s well, they drink beer all day till they pass away.
There is no other place in the skies.
Niralet, hear my battle cry!
Gold and silver are worth nothing to me.
Beyond the veil, Niralet is the place I long to see.
We grieve no longer. Drink the beer with grateful lips!
Raise your swords! Trueness will persist. We heed the call of Nephrolith.
Hail the Sword, the heart!
Its peaks are soaring high.
In its towering flanks, the grand cities almost touch the sky.
There is a place where your tongue will never dry.
Niralet, hear my battle cry!
Loot and plunder are worth nothing to me.
Beyond the veil, Niralet is the place I long to see.
We grieve no longer. Drink the beer with grateful lips!
Raise your swords! Trueness will persist. We heed the call of Nephrolith.
Voracious!
Ooh, outrageous!
There are people living below the sea. Wicked, slimy fish.
They spoil our drinks with excrements.
The only way to protect your child
Is to bring them genocide.
Niralet where golden rivers flow.
The Sword so high, from its peaks sputters the soul.
Revelation, come! It’s a holy cycle.
Life is beer and only beer can grant us wisdom.
Ohohoh, let golden rivers flow!
Ohohoh, only beer can grant us wisdom.
Ohohoh, part of the holy cycle.
Ohohoh, only beer will grant us wisdom.
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4. |
For Glory
04:52
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Smells like gore and blood. The wind’s caressing steel.
The legions: all cut down. I put the host to flight.
See these shattered weaklings crawling off the field,
Wishing they had never faced
The gory glory that is me?
I stand my ground,
Will never surrender,
Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall.
In fact, I am the ground.
Nothing under my feet other than the lacerated bodies of my enemies.
In the rising tide of battle, atop a snowbound ridge,
In the blazing woods, or on the open field ...
In the rising tide of battle, under a starlit sky,
On a windswept plain, or on the open sea with a storm closing in:
I stand my ground,
Will never surrender,
Don’t care if the darkest darkness embraces my hall.
In fact, I am the ground.
Nothing under my feet other than the desecrated bodies of my enemies.
I quench the fire, flatten mountains,
Rip the wheel of time
Off its hinges and let it pass off as a makeshift discus.
I am the awesome, godlike hero.
I am the awesome, godlike hero.
My sword stands tall, and when you kneel, I strike, godlike.
I plunge my steel into your body; for glory!
I moan with pleasure. The spraying blood
Bringing peace to my mind. Yet I thirst for more.
I plunge my steel into your body; for glory!
My sword so tall, and when you kneel, I strike, godlike.
I plunge my steel into your body; for glory!
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5. |
Realms to Conquer
06:34
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Under tons of stone, billions of leagues below the sea,
I was defeated.
Betrayal; my downfall.
In this brazen coffin, I sleep and dream of vengeance.
Coyly, it’s calling.
My eyes; just opened.
With my bare hands, I dig myself out of this grave,
Struggling to be reborn. My body’s broken, yet I’m full of grace.
I gasp for air. The pain, like fire scorching skin.
My hatred is a flare, a blaze outshining any sun.
Rain whips the waves, an unrelenting storm.
How many years have passed?
Will I find reprieve?
Exhaustion clings to me, arms and legs, leaden.
The sea won’t relinquish me.
Yet I strike the beach.
With my bare hands and heart towards the sky,
I’ve eked out a second chance to shine.
No god can be as blind. I have been wronged.
My hatred is a flare, a blaze outshining any sun.
Behold, these fields of stone bear witness to the golden cities’ wretched fate.
Reduced to dust in a frenzied gale of steel.
My legacy? Forgotten, a crumbling tale of forlorn grandeur.
Accursed Maal‘etesh,
Everything lies in ruins.
Vile deceiver,
Blood for bile, no more of your soothing lies!
Fair play of a foul god. It’s no lord,
It’s the Sword that holds the price.
Vile deceiver,
Blood for bile, no more of your soothing lies!
Fair play for a foul god. It’s no hoard,
It’s your whore. Won’t cross me thrice!
An emperor’s soul is my guide.
I lead the ones unbroken. My shadows swarm the sea!
Still, there are realms to conquer, people to enslave.
Between these mirthless ruins, I spot eyes hailing me.
They burst into tears. I’ve been longed for.
Craving for purpose, these fools will blindly follow me.
Loving redeemer, savior, I’ll be it all.
Until I reach the final keep. No refuge from my revenge,
What sweet relief!
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