Bal Sagoth To Dethrone The Witch Queen Of Mytos Kunn Lyrics

To Dethrone The Witch Queen Of Mytos Kunn Lyrics

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 Atlantean 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 upon
his
splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and guided by the Crystal of
Mera...
XERXES: Where? Where did the king's path take him?
ALTARUS: The
king was compelled to lead his forces to the shadow-haunted Mountains
of the
Dead, a grim and brooding place steeped in dark and ancient legendry. Alone
he
rode into the gaping maw of a huge cave hewn into the side of the tallest
mountain
countless ages past by unknown hands. For three full days and nights
he did not emerge
from the cave... until, at last, he rode forth from the
eldritch mountain once more, a terrible
knowledge shadowed in his icy eyes,
and bearing in his gauntleted fist a huge black
sword, a magnificent ebon
blade which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power
crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its searingly
honed,
glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt did
whisper arcane secrets to
the king in a strange, elder tongue.
XERXES:
But master, what powers did this blade possess? What secrets did it
hold?
ALTARUS: Many centuries ago, before even were waged the Great Wars
between the
ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did
rise from his charnel-tomb
and do battle with a powerful immortal
warrior-shaman over the possession of the elder
Crystals of Mera, mystic
gems of unparalleled magical potency. Angsaar, his power
swelled by forces
from the vast Outer Darkness, did smite his foe to the brink
of
destruction... but, with his fading sorceries, the immortal mystically
transferred his life-
essence into his great black sword, and scattered the
magic crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and
forcing him to return once more to his dark
Chamber of Slumber. The sword
was lost for centuries, as were the crystals, until the one
gem to remain on
this world was discovered deep beneath the northern seas by an
ancient
Atlantean wizard. And the sword... legends spoke of how its final resting
place
would be made known by the sorceries of the last crystal only when the
blade's power
would once again ne needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was
the immortal's final, most
powerful spell... upon the reawakening of
Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and undying
lifeforce encased within the
blade would be transferred to its wielder... aye, the one who
discovered the
Shadow-Sword would be imbued with the power of the immortal, and by
the art
of elder spellcraft, he would do battle with his ancient nemesis once
more...
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...
Lyrics: Byron
Music: Jonny Maudling