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Rage and Fire
05:05
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Facing a black weathered wall
They leave the sea
Many have come to fall
But to enter eternity
And till the end of time
A tale will be told of the reckless and bold:
Fierce they were, one and all
Their deeds became legend
Before they faced their end and died
Echoes in the halls of eternity
A story told again
Fallen in glory or shame
Flash of lightning
Blood and bone
Rage and fire
Whirling stone
And till the end of time
A tale will be told of the reckless and bold:
Fierce they were, one and all
Their deeds became legend
Before they faced their end and died
Rage, fire, rage, fire
Echoes in the halls of eternity
Rage, fire, rage, fire
A story told again
Fallen in glory or shame
The oracle:
Try not to fly like Astyanax
Try not to fly like Icaros
In the end we all will fall
Those who are yet to be born
Will also be dead men walking
Onward be carved the path
Through metal and rock, with axes of steel
Endless faith, one and all
To carry the fire
Of the warriors of the past
Rage, fire, rage, fire
Remember the days, the days of old
Rage, fire, rage, fire
A tale that must be told
With rage and with fire
Fire
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20th Century Man
04:08
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A lost time
A millennium in its end
An hourglass running out of sand
The decades passed
Like the turning of a page
And still we dwell on that lost age
When the future
Was met by the past
Its legacy was meant to last
He walks the new world
Since it began
20th century man
We drove the fast lane
The riders chasing death
With no one standing on our path
Thunder and lightning
In neon nights
When all aspired to soaring heights
A magic era
Change came so fast
The end was sure to come at last
He walks the new world
Since it began
A traveller from the past
Crossing time so fast
20th century man
An outlined figure
Standing up high
Lit by a blaze of days gone by
A voice to carry
The flame that's burning still
A strength of mind, a strength of will
A flame burning still
A light in the dark
Held in his hand
The 20th century man
He walks the new world
Since it began
The 20th century man
Still walks the land
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Shapeshifter
05:40
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I have flown with the wings of an eagle
I have seen the curve of the Earth
Soaring above in the cold wind
I beheld human sadness and mirth
The coming Sun behind the horizon
As I sped in the waves of space
This whirling ball far below me
Tossed away into the hands of disgrace
Mighty the fingers of destiny
All judgment it shall dictate
None can control this mystery
We all face the tides of fate
I have flown above great waterfalls
My feathers touched by the spray
Left behind grey buildings of stone
Where desperate people gather and pray
Wanderers below trying to make ends meet
Always in search for some prize unclaimed
I flew the line where ocean meets the land
Both performing the illusion of being tamed
Mighty the fingers of destiny
All judgment it shall dictate
None can control this mystery
We all face the tides of fate
The break of dawn must bring new light
Yet has anything changed at all
New life springs each dying day
But does it feel welcome to the ball
Could you ever see with human eyes
The spread of the winding roads you walk
A speck of dust lost in black space
A ball of water and rock
Shackled to the ground you raise your eyes
Dreaming of conquering the sky
But what is true for one is true for all
You journey to the moment you die
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4. |
The Summoning
06:15
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Somewhere up above they are summoning me
Into reality
I dwell in the pit of the nether void
But now I must ascend
Bursts of black fire of the underground
The howl of Hades' hound
Forced into a mission that I can't avoid
But I'll laugh in the end
Summoned into the pentagram
Behold and tremble, gamble with your soul
Meddling with the arts of Hell
Summoned into the pentagram
White chalk drawn on ground as black as coal
The ground below where angels fell
With cloven hooves and horns of ram
You turn the pages of your unholy book
The bell is tolling the midnight hour
Into your eyes, into your soul I look
Always the same vain yearning for power
Into this pentagram you've summoned me
Into reality
You're betting your soul with the dead man's hand
And I'll laugh in the end
Betting your soul
Into Hell's hole
You want glory, riches and women
You seek the Devil's aid
Unafraid to do the rituals
That God forbade
But you should know that those who play with fire
Always take a chance, a risk they run
You know the thing about eternity
It's always just begun
See the candle's flame flicker and writhe
While snakes of smoke sway
I wonder whether you have lost your way
As you utter the incantation
Are you quite sure of that pronunciation
Tell me what you brought to sell
To escape the flames of Hell
Summoned into the pentagram
Behold and tremble, gamble with your soul
Meddling with the arts of Hell
Summoned into the pentagram
White chalk drawn on ground as black as coal
The ground below where angels fell
With cloven hooves and horns of ram
Or your soul I shall take
Under my wing
Beware before you make
The summoning
Betting your soul
Into Hell's hole
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Hear the tales of splendour and death
Of the beginning and the end of times
The musings of magic and mystery
As the corifaeus sings his rhymes
Tell the tales of Medusa
The semblance of reality
Tell the tales of Medusa
For they tell our destiny
Hear the days of high adventure
In a distant past
Come and take heed
Of Odysseus tied to a mast
Tell the tales around the fire
And hear the children scream
Their inner flame you now kindle
Around the bonfire of a dream
Tell the tales of Medusa
The semblance of reality
Tell the tales of Medusa
For they tell our fate, our destiny
Fear the Gorgon
On Athena's shield
With her gazing power
Your fate is sealed
Hear the legends
At the temple's stairs
Remember the creature
Who had snakes for hairs
A mystery of unknown faces
Who drive before them myth and magic
Stir the vats of human lore
Comedic and tragic, so tell the tales
So tell the tales
Tales of Medusa
In Arcadia
We carry the weight
Of both truth and lie
For the animal Man
The legends never die
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Behold these raging waters
Atop this jutting crag
As lightning rips the sky
By my command
Into the consuming fire
Throw the bloodied sacrifice
Sing the songs of fire and ice
By my command
The Moon now shines upon
The edge of the cold knife
That ends many a life
By my command
The waves that crash below
The tides that ebb and flow
The men who come and go
In this land’s end
The pattern of the tides
Will last beyond all human lives
The Moon will still circle the sky
After we die
What did you do before you died?
Was it a life that you recall with pride?
Are you in Pluto’s lair underground
Or do you walk the air free and unbound?
Behold the men of power
Who climb these jagged slopes
To seek the favour of the gods
They wish for fame and glory
They wish for health and wealth
Sometimes to overturn the odds
The silver light shines in this full moon night
I open the bridge to the other side
I open the bridge
And cross out to the divine
As High Priest of the astral shrine
The blood before the altars
The raging waters' choir
Upon the naked stone
Burns the sacred fire
Behold these raging waters
Atop this jutting crag
As lightning rips the sky
By my command
Into the consuming fire
Throw the bloodied sacrifice
Sing the songs of fire and ice
By my command
The Moon now shines upon
The edge of the cold knife
That ends many a life
By my command
The waves that crash below
The tides that ebb and flow
The men who come and go
In this land’s end
The silver light shines in this full moon night
I open the bridge to the other side
I open the bridge
And cross out to the divine
As High Priest of the astral shrine
The pattern of the tides
Will last beyond all human lives
The Moon will still circle the sky
After we die
After we die
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7. |
Black Wind
04:40
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Sweat glistens on his mighty limbs
As the sun burns the sand
Glaring down at his fallen enemy
Dripping sword in his hand
Hyboria
As the blood flows
Hyboria
A black wind blows
The man bawled
And the king struck him
With a force
That would have felled an ox
The man in black
Flung his hood to the ground
Lifted the ax
Do you know me, dogs?
Hyboria
Beware the threat
Hyboria
Black hand of Set
O sleeper, awake
The heart of your kingdom
Fallen the horsemen lie, their broken lances still
The lost black gods have spoken, surrender to their will
Hands turned upwards, dead, under the starry sky
For this is the Dragon's hour, and the time has come to die
Hyboria
As the blood flows
Hyboria
A black wind blows
Open the halls of the dead
Send Xaltotun his way
To the realm of Acheron
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The Last Wolf
07:00
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Grey and stealthy, in the final dusk
You walk on, your paw prints on the ground
This nameless river slaked your thirsty throat
No stars shine on the waters running their course
Tonight you are a lone shadow
The cold seeps into your bones
You are the last wolf of England
They know it, Odin and Thor
In a tall and cold stone castle
A human king has made up his mind
He decided all wolves must die
They now have forged the iron for your death
Tonight you are a lone shadow
The cold seeps into your bones
You are the last wolf of England
They know it, Odin and Thor
Saxon wolf, your lineage ends tonight
Cruelty won't suffice, you are the last
O saxon wolf
In a thousand years, an old man will dream of you
But what use is that to you now
The men approach who followed you through the woods
Grey and stealthy, in the final dusk
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Rage and Fire Lisbon, Portugal
Mário and Rick, who had played together in then-recently-split-up Ravensire, decided to record some covers for fun and
invited Vasco to play drums. Mário had a few original songs he wanted to record and so Rage and Fire was born.
Rick - Vocals/Bass
Mário - Guitars
Fred - Guitars
Vasco - Drums
... more
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