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To Dethrone The Witch-Queen Of Mytos K'Unn (The Legend Of The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale) (Bal-Sagoth)

[The Chronicles of War:]
The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power
known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the
Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops
with great sorceries, she had s een all opposition fall before the ravening
swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the
ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen
the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, an d the torture and
execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing
months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's
legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus
Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a
demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the
expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the
incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and
brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the
warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the
powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allie s and enemies alike
as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the
Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march throught their lands to strike
at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west...
bu t Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet
all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into
his land... As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn
begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's
forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the
Northlands, soon reaches the highla nd stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking
up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana
shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands.
Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base
of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee
rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battlespells are woven as
Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty,
moon-swathed e xpanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of
many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the
generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once
again drink deep this night. With his army si lent and brooding beneath the
moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war
written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget...

[The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):]
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death.
Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle
beckons,
My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh
gloriously) woad anointed,
Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage,
I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather!

A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the
fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies
as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment,
and I gaze down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen...
great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from
countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons
in hand... aye, all sword fodder.

Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright,
Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night.
The death-ravening black fury fills me,
The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips,
This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!
Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade,
A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we
shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of
carnage...
A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle...

Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire,
Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,
Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,
That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened.

The bloodying is at hand!
My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts
from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust
and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing
through his veins in a shower of d ark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder
to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending
armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he
staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mas s. I sunder his
head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming
contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the
smitten corpse of the Witch-Queen's warlord and flees howling into the
night... I vau lt to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the
banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken
five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours!

Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and
lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath
the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power
from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our
blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery.

Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of
your wounds,
Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve,
For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend,
Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the
slain...

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always,
Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a
warrior's death.

And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the
frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as
the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their
knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor
gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen,
sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus
Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched m oor: "Take this
message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my
people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I
shall visit upon her then." When news of the defeat and the fearsome message
of Cayle n-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance
waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition
of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from
the great royal palace by her own el ite guard, her throne seized by an
ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm.
Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft,
Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or
heard of her for some considerable time...

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny Maudling]

Zehn (Farin Urlaub)

#...die Ruhe vor dem Sturm.#

Heyho da steht ihr nun
ihr seht gut aus und ihr seid jung,
doch was uns jetzt noch fehlt
ist Publikumsbeteiligung.

So einfach isses nicht,
wie ihr warscheinlich denkt,
das Leben ist kein Freispiel
und man kriegt nichts geschenkt

Eure Gesundheit ist
was uns am Herzen Liegt
und außerdem seh ich gern
wenn ihr schwitzt und euch verbiegt

Ich zähl' bis Zehn,
und dann will ich euch SPRINGEN sehn!

Eins
Zwei
Drei
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
Sieben
Acht
Neun
----
ZEHN!

#Staubig habt ihrs hier! Nich schlecht, und jetzt die große Frage: Könnt ihr mehr??
Und Wollt ihr mehr?#

Zwei Männer gehn die Straße lang
der eine Dick der andre dünn
Wobei ich jetzt nicht lesen will
ob ich der hübsche bin

Sie reden über Dies und Das
sie haben eine Menge Spaß
doch dann fängt es zu regnen an
und beide werden nass

Ich sag euch EINS

Ich sag ZWEI

Manchmal geht ich weiter und sag ACHT

Das kriegen wir hin!
Das wäre doch gelacht
Ich zähl bis Zehn,
und dann will ich euch SPRINGEN sehn!

Eins
Zwei
Drei
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
Sieben
Acht
Neun
----
ZEHN!

#YEAH!#

#SCHNELLER!!!#

#Coole Scheiße! Ihr wart gut! Ihr wart verdamm gut! Aber ich sag euch eins: Celina ist warscheinlich noch besser#

Taken By Force (Allegiance)

Persecute the ones
The innocent are overcome
I won't accept your scorn
You won't accept the norm

I sense your anger
The pain that burns inside
You don't redeem my opinion
Or diminish my pride

Diminish or return
Castigate my word
I can't accept your cause
When you take me

Legislate the law
Bu took for any flaw
Or you'll be taken by force
Rules that are made
Are rules to be obeyed
Taken by force

I sense your anger
The pain that burns inside
You don't redeem my opinion
Or diminish my pride

Objection is not the answer
To this voracious form of cancer
Eating at the freedom of others
To enjoy thier own existence

Taken by force
Taken by force

Legislate the law
But look for any flaw
Or you'll be taken by force
Rules that are made
Are rules to be obeyed
Taken by force

Taken

Lieutenant Roast A Botch (E 40)




[Featuring Silk E]
[E 40]
The names have been changed to protect the innocent
The Adventures of Lieutenant Roast a Botch & Sherrie Stack a grip
Ay ay ay ay!! Nigga pull that mutha**a ay! Ay!
Hold on playboy aiy pull that mutha**a over dude
Bu bu bu bu bu bu bu!!
[Silk E]
I know he is not about to bring his mutha**in**over here
[E 40]
Buu!!! Huh?
[Silk E]
Damn!
[E 40]
You had a smile on your face yesterday why you lookin mean today?
[Silk-E]
I was tryin to holla at your patna that's why
I say, uh-oh, look out danger
Captain Save a Hoe with the Rescue Rangers
You wanna holla right
Hell naw you ain't gettin at this
While you was in the Hall of Game you should've checked my exibit
Lieutenant Roast a who, I'll leave you balless
Always can come, this ain't no bench you **in walrus
I'm Sherrie Stack a Grip
Known for slappin niggas in shit
I'll take your refrigerator and your bank roll bitch
Only way you gone see this
If it's under your tongue
Get out my face you **in eclipse, you're blockin my sun
(car tires skeeting)
[E-40]
Bitch what the ** you talkin bout?
It ain't like you some kind of notch or somethin
You know what Im sayin? Bitch
I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch, you didn't know it huh?
Captain Save a Hoe
Bitch that's my long distance cousin from Boise, Idaho
We cake patnas, but dude be savin hoes
And I be savin marbles
It's a long**distance between me and that fool
Cause he's one of them modest fellows
And I'm Lieutenant Roast a Botch known for roastin hoes like
marshmellows
Let you tell it cause you a strong black sista about your clout
Knowin you ain't got a pot to piss in and a window to throw it out
Are you itchin caging about **in
Irritated by your yeast infection
She's a lazy hoe, y'all seen her
Sit in her**all day and watch Jerry Springer
Ten kids by ten different dicks
Biotch!! Your whole house smell like piss
(Chorus)
[Silk-E]
If it ain't about jack, it aint about shit
[E-40]
Throw it, money, fonky cock oh yeah
Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch
Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant Roast a Botch
[Silk-E]
Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a
Sherrie Stack a Grip, Sherrie, Sherrie Stack a
[E-40]
Aten-hut!!
Stand at attention cause one of the main thangs you need to learn
Is to shut the ** up while tycoons is talkin
Raise your hand and don't be speakin out of tongues
Only when told to speak, spoke
Only time you laugh is when I tell a joke
[Silk-E]
Nigga damn your personality
You're never gettin no**from me
Big, beared mutha**a couldn't get no pussy, sittin there mad at me
Ain't it about business for Pillsbury to be smokin on Swishers
Lieutenant look like you roastin more turkeys than bitches
With your fat**
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes
Mutha**a I'll be in Baghdad
[E-40]
Oooo!! I heard your pussy went platinum
Colomena serpants, herpes, chlymadia and abdimum
Sherrie Stack a Grip nicknamed
Sherrie Stuff a Dick The Ratchet Mouth Biotch!!
See I go hard on a bitch
Like my little cousin
Said those rappin**brothers from Dallas go hard black
Gold diggin bitch I ain't got no scratch
[Silk-E]
Ah nigga Sherrie Stack a Grip don't give a ** about that
(Chorus)
[Silk-E]
Why are you screamin at me are you mad from frustration
It ain't my fault you still masturbatin
If youse a balla mutha**a help me recognize
Roll over this fifty dollar bill and give me ten fives
You weak dick havin, roach clip needin
Wheezin tryin to breath oversleepin**nigga
With your fat**
Always wanna holla sittin there stank
With your fat**
Cheesy knuckles marinatin with your drank
Hey fat ass!!!
You best go tender your Phillies
Paw lubricated, dick in hand
Poppin chicken like skillets
I hold your account like clothes
Oh God you quit it
You don't believe me
Call your bank and go and ask your bitch
[E-40]
Haven't you noticed
Put your hand in front of your mout and smell it yourself
Oh, bitch that's halitosis
When the last time you saw a doctor about your health
Oh you hoes, talkin bout you got the flu
Ignorin do-do gums you cant avoid
Somebody give this hoe a Altoid
Would you please put some lotion on them scuffed up, ashy knees
Clothes lookin like the need to see a dry cleaners
You actin bad with your imitation powder bag
I know your history hoe
Thunderbird and g**Kool-Aid
You remember suckin dicks in the seventh grade
All you needed is some bamma and a couple hits
That's why the sa-habs called you
Sherrie Stuff a Dick the Ratchet Mouth
Biotch

D.O.G.S. (Redman)




Ha ha ha
Tokin on my indo..
Smokin on a indo..
Lookin through your window.. (chi chi blaow!)
Doin what I win doe ha ha ha.. it goes
Who that tokin on my indo? Pow!

Fragile niggaz get mashed out
(Who dat?) The Funk D O C Spock hash mouth rhymer
The Prime Timer sharper than barber shop liners
Look at my chin ninety degree bent
When I spit I make devils come out East St. Loren (gin!)
I spend so much money on chalk and the indo
my weed supplier need to build a drive through window
My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks
When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARCs
Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los
The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across
Knock it in your Hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1
Hook off on you like _I Know What You Did Last Summer_
Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time
When the **in hoes keep that drow in your bloodline

Yo, I send this to all my DOG
To my real niggaz that are true DOG
Niggaz who will bust guns for they DOG
Niggaz who will spit ones for they DOG
Niggaz who be rollin deep with they DOG
Niggaz who blaze blunts with they DOG
Niggaz who would do time for they DOG
Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they DOG

Yo I'm a dog
I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls
Grab the intercom and yell, "** you!" in the mall
I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls
I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'alls
I went to college, rockin tie one below outfits
Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits
Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin
Like they saw Tupac with two glocks still thuggin
**in with a dog like me, I call your name out
while you pussy niggaz Call ID, when I blaze
You step life your wifee got a baby on the way
The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay
I'm illin, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings
I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin
I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit
And if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve cent

So peace to homey $hort DOG
Peace to that funky nigga Snoop DOG
Peace to that old nigga Dirt DOG
Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead DOG

...

You can call a female a dog too (true)
You can feed they stinkin**u-canu-bu, DOG
They ** your enemies and bring the beef to you
You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu
A real raw dog never get jealous
They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead em
So ask 'Face, keep your mind on your money
I keep the stinkin**hoes doin laundry DOG

Cause I'm a dog

Angelclaw (Arch Enemy)

Angelclaw - A queen of the night
She reigns from her throne of stone
Bringer of evil, a destroyer of souls
Do what thou wilt, lust is her excuse

She'll use you up, suck you dry
This beautiful creature makes you high
Try to break the spell that is cast
Bu she knows you all to well

Angelclaw...

Effigy of a God long forgotten
A sickening ritual
She raises the chalice of blood
The hunt starts again...

Une Journée Particulière (Raphael)

Toi
Tu dis que la vie est un rêve
Et qu’il n’y a rien autour
Et que rien ne compte

Moi
Personne ne me connaît
Je ne sais pas même où je vis
Et j’ai bu tout le jour

Mais c’est juste une journée particulière
Et on peut se tailler
Comme ça envolés
Mais c’est juste une journée particulière
Je crois que j’ai rêvé
Que rien n’était vrai

Toi
Tu dis que la vie ne dure pas
Plus que le temps d’un songe
Juste fermer les yeux...

Je crois
Qu’on pourrait vivre ailleurs là-bas
Où y’aurait un ruisseau
Et tout serait mieux

C’est juste une journée particulière
Et on peut se tailler
Auf Wiedersehen
Mais c’est juste de l’autre côté du mur
Il n’y a que toi en somme il n’y a que toi
Qui me connaisse

Mais c’est juste une journée particulière
Et on peut se tailler
Auf Wiedersehen

Ai Xian Shui (Emil Chow)

AI XIANG SHUI
JIE SCHIANG NI
REN BU TSCHU WO TIE SING - TSE TSI
SCHANG LE SING
JOU SIE SCHE JIE JOU GOA TSCHÜ
SCHING HAN TONG
TONG DE BU SCHIAN TSAI TSOA - TSE TSI
JIE HUEI TONG
TSING I TSCHÜ
JIEN NI TSING

HEN SCHIANG NI
JIE BU SCHE ING HUEI SCHE TSCHÜ NI
AI LE NI - YUN TZIN HOA TSCHÜEN SING TSCHÜEN LI
NI SCHENG TSI
TSE HUEI TSE I TSE Ü SCHIANG JÜ
TING NAN LAN - NAN TZEI SCHÜ
NAN TSAI SCHI

JEN FEN FEI - AI SCHIANG SCHUEI
NA BA YUNG I SCHE TSCHUEI WO JONG TSE MA
NENG DUEI DA HUEI
JÜ NI SCHIANG HUEI
WO WEI MI TSCH - WEI NI LEI
FONG JÜ WO DOU BU HOU HUEI WO JONG TSE MA
JOU LE KA TUE
TSEN TSING SCHEN TSI
NI GEI LIAU SCHEI

HEN SCHIANG NI
JIE BU SCHE ING HUEI SCHE TSCHÜ NI
AI LE NI - YUN TZIN HOA TSCHÜEN SING TSCHÜEN LI
NI SCHENG TSI
TSE HUEI TSE I TSE Ü SCHIANG JÜ
TING NAN LAN - NAN TZEI SCHÜ
NAN TSAI SCHI

JEN FEN FEI - AI SCHIANG SCHUEI
NA BA YUNG I SCHE TSCHUEI WO JONG TSE MA
NENG DUEI DA HUEI
JÜ NI SCHIANG HUEI
WO WEI MI TSCH - WEI NI LEI
FONG JÜ WO DOU BU HOU HUEI WO JONG TSE MA
JOU LE KA TUE
WO JU KE MIEN DUEI

JEN FEN FEI - AI SCHIANG SCHUEI
NA BA YUNG I SCHE TSCHUEI WO JONG TSE MA
NENG DUEI DA HUEI
JÜ NI SCHIANG HUEI
WO WEI MI TSCH - WEI NI LEI
FONG JÜ WO DOU BU HOU HUEI WO JONG TSE MA
JOU LE KA TUE
TSEN TSING SCHEN TSI
NI GEI LIAU SCHEI

Geweint Vor Glück (Pur)

Dunkel war der Tunnel,
eng, voll blanker Angst.
Die Nerven am zerfetzen,
innerlich verkrampft.

Hoffnung fast verloren,
und doch blieb stets dieses Licht.
Ganz weit zwar, noch am Ende
des Tunnels fest in Sicht.

Nie geahnte, neue Kräfte freigesetzt.
Gespürt, daß nichts, rein gar nichts den Willen dir ersetzt
Hart gestrampelt, dem hellen Ende nah.
Plötzlich alles richtig, plötzlich alles klar.

Ich hab` geweint vor Glück, geweint vor Glück
Alle Dämme brachen, trotzdem blieb die Katastrophe aus
Ich hab` geweint vor Glück, geweint vor Glück
Hab` mich höchstens meiner Tränen stolz geschämt
Ich hab` geweint vor Glück

Mit dem Schicksal gehadert und alle Welt verflucht
Im Meer aus Selbstmitleid ertränkt
und so mein Heil gesucht

Zweifelsmarterpfeile quer durch Herz und Hirn
Verbissen gegen angekämpft, so gut es eben ging
Lenken lernt nur, wer genügend übt
Jede Menge Fehler, bis nichts die Richtung trübt
Bin angekommen, sei`s auch nur am ersten Ziel
Alles ist jetzt richtig und gewonnen ist schon viel

Ich hab` geweint vor Glück…
Ich hab` geweint vor Glück…

Text & Musik: Hartmut Engler / Ingo Reidl

Lose The Fear (Feeder)

Bu bu bu bu, bu bu bu bu
Come back in,
As love get's thin and leaves you dry.
Found that space,
Only to owe you back inside.

You're fading like someone,
Who's given up on life.
And all you've ever left behind,
The scars that burn inside.
You're wishing for someone,
A taste of something better.
Lose the fear.

Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu,

Till it came,
Born to break in someway soon.
Lose the fear.
'Cause nothings easy in this world.

Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu, Lose the fear.
Bu bu bu bu,


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