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TWIN OBSCENITY LYRICS
"For Blood, Honour And Soil" (1998)
1. In Glorious Strife
2. The Usurper's Throne
3. For Blood, Honour And Soil
4. Upon The Morning Field
5. The Wanderer
6. Riders Of The Imperial Guard
7. The Thrice-Damned Legions
8. The 11th Hour
9. Lain To Rest By The Sword
1. In Glorious Strife
A thousand misty riders came
With swords in hand and mighty steeds.
Brave men did stand their ground
'gainst opponents mightier than gods
The swords did meet in glorious strife
And tears from the heavens fell unto the earth
The ravens came, hungry and greedy
To feast upon the flesh of fallen men
The strivings lasted until twilight
The death of many men and many a noble night
In glorious strife with weapons so bright
But none could withstand their overwhelming might
A thousand misty riders came
With swords in hand, triumphant and brave
Bloodied men collapsed in pain
left to die forsaken by their gods
The swords did cut like a scythe through hay
And blood from the wounds did feed the thirsting soil
The ravens watched, impatient for their hour
Hungry for the flesh of still breathing men
2. The Usurper's Throne
An old man sits on his throne
His limbs all weaken'd and gray
What is a king with no kingdom to rule
This quandary troubles his mind
I am the greatest 'neath the heavens
No thief shall own what is mine
The earth shall tremble in fear
When the dying whisper my name
They came to the shores from the west
His crown and sceptre to claim
In bloody conflict the scores would be settl'd
In a battle o'er land and fame
His men stood by upon the field
From no battle they would shun
Despite their armour and wooden shields
Their blood soon caress'd by steel
A young herald rode forth
Imperial was his voice :
"Return to us the crown of thine;
to whom it rightfully belongs:
Lest our fury be releas'd
in full strength upon thy weary followers.
This is our claim and our threatening
be well adviced and comply."
The sun did rise at dawn
The field soon soak'd with blood
With superior courage and arguments of steel
Their claim both right and just
His soldiers fell despite their might
All pierc'd by arrows and spears
And those who surviv'd fled the field
With unbearable shame in their hearts
The old man could but weep
His defeat he could not deny
With gun-stones and swords; his army destroy'd
And the soil discolour'd with blood
3. For Blood, Honour And Soil
Hark our steeds for present service neigh
We are legion
Soon our swords with English blood will meet
The signs of war advance
Behold the sun does shine upon the field
Hate is rising
Insert your spurs into your horse's hides
The banners of war advance
Glory is beckoning
with lustre and fame
We ignore the banners of truce
and set forth on our righteous claim
Our ranks are standing proud
Triumphant in heart
Awaiting the orders to march
with their lives most willing to part
Our swords will mark our stand
By glory this our right
Once more unto the field
Once more we stand and figh
Our triumph soon at hand
In battle shining brigh
Glory is beckoning
with lustre and fame
We ignore the banners of truce
and set forth on our righteous claim
Our banners are hanging proud
with splendour and might
We ignore all dangers at hand
and set forth on our battle bright
Hark our steeds for present service neigh
We are legion
Soon our swords with English blood will meet
The signs of war advance
Behold the sun does shine upon the field
Hate is rising
Insert your spurs into your horse's hides
The banners of war advance
Our swords will mark our stand
By glory this our right
Once more unto the field
Once more we stand and figh
Our triumph soon at hand
In battle shining brigh
4. Upon The Morning Field
Dare them to fight upon the morning field
To join in battle under the sun
Stout men mounted on armour'd steeds
Awaiting fair triumph or to join with the gods
Longing for morn, the our of play
To join in battle under the sun
Eternal fame to those who live through the day
And no death shall dishonour the brave
We redden'd our swords
They bit the flesh like a wolverine's jaws
Tempting our fate on the fields were our fathers fell
A display of power that none had e'er beheld
We shed blood
Dare them to fight upon the morning field
To join in battle under the sun
Stout men mounted on armour'd steeds
Awaiting fair triumph or to join with the gods
Longing for morn, the our of play
To join in battle under the sun
Eternal fame to those who live through the day
And no death shall dishonour the brave
5. The Wanderer
A lonely man on a lonely journey
Bewildering ways he rode
The heavens did not treat him fairly
And the winds did chill him to the bones
Through icy storms and dim-lit moonlight
His search would never end
His hauberk shone brighter than any sun
His sword was adorned with purest of gold
A woollen cloak covered his weary face
A face frostbitten and old
His fearless steed he held most dearly
No beast was ever so bold
It's snow-white mane with lustre shone
And it's hoofs never touched the ground
His deeds in strife he cheerfully remembered
In battle he rejoiced
Never before had he met his match
Many a time strivings he aroused
6. Riders Of The Imperial Guard
Fearless and angry they rode
Their horses black as night
The earth trembled beneath their feet
And none did stand in their way
In numbers full fifteen hundred
Their might greater than mountains high
Cursed by the heavens, blessed with disease
Immortal were their names
Riders of the imperial guard
heroic and brave like the kings of the realm
Riders of the imperial guard
bravery adorn their resolute hearts
The blood ran red at the kiss of the sword
It's victims fell dead to the ground
They smiled with a baleful glare
It soothed their hearts to se them die
Banners were broken shields were crushed
Leaving black scars on the earth
They screamed their hate at the uncaring sky
Their souls were daemonised
Their office at hand they served in faith
Their loyalty pledged to the king
Clad in the finest silks and leather
Victory they would bring
The bliss of triumph remained in their hearts
Blackened and vicked they would not repent
Their path once so bloody now at peace
And only soilence remained
7. The Thrice-Damned Legions
They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies
Ignoring all others
Their weapons forged by daemon-hands
Enslaved since the time of creation
The skies above grew black as night
Revolting 'gainst the legions below
Nameless soldiers of the ancient race
Corrupted by their blackened swords
The carrion birds circled the skies
Awaiting their hour
The clash of titans in mortal land
Thrice-damned and chosen to die
Through charnel clouds and mortar dust
Dark ruin and empty despair
Pierced and mangled by blackened iron
Scented with sin and sweet corruption
Scented with sin and sweet corruption
Twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding
Scented with sin and sweet corruption
Twisted with pain from the wounds still bleeding
They raised their swords as if to pierce the skies
Ignoring all others
Their weapons forged by daemon-hands
Enslaved since the time of creation
The skies above grew black as night
Revolting 'gainst the legions below
Nameless soldiers of the ancient race
Corrupted by their blackened swords
The carrion birds circled the skies
Awaiting their hour
The clash of titans in mortal land
Thrice-damned and chosen to die
Through charnel clouds and mortar dust
Dark ruin and empty despair
Pierced and mangled by blackened iron
Scented with sin and sweet corruption
8. The 11th Hour
I know your deepest fears
I'm your friend, let me take you there
You will feel the touch of fire
The taste of flesh in depraved desire
Have you seen the things I've seen
Perverted minds and sickening dreams
I can sense your fading power
Welcome to the 11th hour
I have seen all things unreal
Obscuring clouds could not conceal
Vision blurred by fantasy
Diluted mind revel in ecstasy
I know all things untold
Magic spells and wizards old
A tragic fate revealed this hour
A labyrinth of illusive power
Have you seen the things I've seen
Perverted minds and sickening dreams
I can sense your fading power
Welcome to the 11th hour
Lain to rest by the sword
Enemies fell by the edge of the sword
Great anger we caused
With our blades we hewed their king
And let his life go forth
Gilded helmets and splendid weapons
Fast horses and shining coats of mail
Well prepared for spoil and rape
'gainst the bastard king we did prevail
So come ye from the shadows
Fear no longer for your wretched lives
The enemies among us
Have by our swords been pacified
The next morn they rode for revenge
Our ambush was prepared
Their anger had blinded their eyes
Their deaths were assured
9. Lain To Rest By The Sword
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