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SPEARHEAD LYRICS
"Decrowning the Irenarch" (2007)
1. Prolegomenon
2. Decrowning the Irenarch
3. When the Pillars Fall
4. Road to Austerlitz
5. Interregnum
6. Iulianus Augustus Apostata
7. In the Face of the Absolute
8. Thus Always to Tyrants
9. Mors Triumphalis
10. Brotherhood of Arms
11. Aftermath
1. Prolegomenon
2. Decrowning the Irenarch
Imperator pacificus - transgressing the law sacred
Superseded dominion - of mere human ordinance
For those who shall not yield
To the dictate of the irenarch’s word
For those who shall not laud
The orations of his lassitude
For those who shall not bow
To the throne upon which such peace is crowned
For those impending few
Destined to seize his sword and scepter
Ara Pacis! A sword brought for thee
Upon the altar of majestic peace
Ara Pacis! Fire bought for thee
Within the temple of indolent peace
For those who consecrate the regicide
Will be through conquest reborn
For those bestowed with victory
Bestowed with a sword of peace in storm
For those who surpass the plebian will
Surpassing that which can’t be opposed
Will one day hold the scepter
Of empire, axis of the world
Ara Pacis! Blood upon thee
From throats of the irenic see
Ara Pacis! Burn forevermore
By the fire of the stratocratic law
3. When the Pillars Fall
Let those men who do not fight
Feasting at the table of sloth
Where they spent their youth
There let them pass into old age
Weary through indolence
Not a glory to their name
The slaves of their stomachs
Who leave to us sweat and dust
Assumed the mask of virtue
Acquired a relish for idleness
Rotten with unjust pride
They pass their days till death
For as to all the arts of life
For as to all the arts of war
Is luxury a fatal vice
Destroyer of a shameless state
For a tranquil world
Situated in the embrace of silence
There is no pride in their crowned
For above their heads soar men of arms
Lifted torches light the pyres
This decadence - devastated
Si vis pacem para bellum
When the pillars collapse and fall
The land and sea, the root and branch
Of this empire shall be conquered
Si vis pacem para bellum
When the pillars collapse and fall
4. Road to Austerlitz
Europe, mother of men
In turmoil, on her dais of crumbling stone
Ten years of prolonged peace
The treaty, a testament to ruin
Three kings, exchanging sword and spirit
Three empires, two senescent flames
Spirit - the deathless prevailer
War - The father and the son
Tsar defend the aristocratic rule
With eminence, honour and humility
Franz II by the grace of God
The last Holy Roman Emperor
Great empire of Napoleon
Usurping legions cross the Rhine
350 thousand
Renewed hubristic martial pride
Tsar, press on in blessed battle
Unchain the Imperial Guard
Franz Archduke converge thy losses
Assemble Mother Europe’s fate
Advancing force attend the fog
Veiled division of St Hilaire
The sun of Austerlitz is thine
May it tear the mist apart
Holy Roman Empire now prone in thy grave
Submission of a kingdom once great
New empire deliver thy sovereign domination
Europe supplicate to the will of an iron hand
To live inglorious
In defeat and disgrace is to die each day
To die in war in glory
Is to live forever
5. Interregnum
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
6. Iulianus Augustus Apostata
Imperial grace bestowed by heaven’s will
An emanation of the solar law
Iulianus Augustus by absolute right
A king - half dust, half god
Reinstate the fallen order from its bed of decadence
Extirpate the curses and the vices of the past
Enter the decayed palace of Constantinople
Fated victims of tragic malediction
Let oblivion rest upon that darkened epoch
The sinecurist swarms and the herders of nescience
Flavius Claudius Iulianus Apostata
Bearer of dynastic spirit
The sovereign reflector of deific truth
Immutable in thy providence
The ruler of all things, around whom all things stand
Preserver of the celestial truth
Eternal solar justice beyond the earthly claws
Maintainer of the fire undying
7. In the Face of the Absolute
Neither father nor fortune had ever wished
That the Bismarck would forever live
To depart from life
Distrait from suffering
Till the last breath
Till the last shell
Neither through fortune nor chance alone
Had ever a man immortality gained
Masters of the world, of the seas, through this, a pure distinction
Yet with no foot of earth their own, a mark of pure discipline
Humble suppliants to the bitter floods and waves of suffering
They who sit in judgment to the war and to the callous sea
When time grows cruel valour becomes the only light
That shines in sinking darkness
That remains alight through all blessings and all ills
Valour raises men high when fortune falls
This day will make wives widows, as the war wills
Purity of silence and pure honour will thus reign
Resolved to duty as the destroyers emerged
Pure devotion though death was absolute
Duty attend
In loyalty
Yield to nothing
Save dishonour
In accordance with the decree of fortune perish
And the will of blessed inexorable war
Fire unchain
Disable the beast
Condemn to the sea
Destroy the Bismarck
Withered her flower of triumph and mastery
Though valour remains more glorious to behold
8. Thus Always to Tyrants
Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham
Set in parchment and leaves and stone
Procurators of a law before time
Marching under standards of blood
Gloried in the wounds of creation
In an age barren of honour and pride
Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham
Rotting parchments and leaves and stone
The purgatorian storm shall sweep
The purgatorian sun shall rise
Tyrants, taste the sword of truth
Tyrants, inhale the fire of justice
Submit, obey, the scrolls of Abraham
Punish, destroy, the nonbelievers
Submit, obey, the scrolls of dissolution
Destroy, create, under this standard
9. Mors Triumphalis
In battle itself is the power to arouse and awaken supremacy
Beyond victory and defeat is the only virtue we surrender to
Enslaved, the powers of chaos and fear, and passion that blind the fight
Above pleasure and pain, and gain and loss, surpassing moral chains
In his cell, his pallid telluric confine, man subjects himself
Inaction, desire - secular defects that war shall transcend
Light against raw power, the divine path, a symbol of triumph
Conquered, the crisis of corporeal death - Victorious peace
Whether through gain or defeat, impulse shall always hinder
Death triumphant conquers indolence and man’s emotions
Whether through death or victory, the ascetic shall always ascend
Death triumphant conquers storm, blood and misery
10. Brotherhood of Arms
Millions of the young
Strode under the black sky
Mobilized for glory
As their march echoed
Entrenched by the raw fire
Immobilized in that soil
Machines controlled the fields
Where honour could not
Obeisant to fate in the morning mist
The brotherhood of arms reached its journey’s end
No requiem or obsequies
For the anonymous fallen who rest in the soil
No recourse through the machines
Thrown into gun fire all maneuvers
The sunken road now nothing more
Than shell-holes filled with carcasses and wreckage
11. Aftermath
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