Suidakra - Dowth 2059

 

Suidakra - Dowth 2059

 

The fairy mound of darkness
The hidden shrine unbound
In the name of science
The book of black was found

Beneath the stone of seven suns
Unveiling that which lies beyond
The reach of eyes, the reach of ears,
What we wish to be and become

The book of Dowth is calling
It beckons me to look inside
The book of Dowth is yearning
To sow it's seed into my mind

A secret spring of unknown tales
Of heroes, queens and ancient lore
Of knowledge passed on
From stars to stones
The deed is done
Blackened pages
Wither before my gaze
A black fog rises
Evoking memories from distant times
I see history unfold
Dark shadows reach out and scar my mind
The book of Dowth is calling
It beckons me to look inside
The book of Dowth is yearning
To sow it's seed into my mind

My soul spirals into a darkness
Deeper and blacker
Than any I have ever known
Beyond my inner limit
Beyond the secrets of the stones

The deed is done
Blackened pages
Wither before my gazeA black fog rises
Evoking memories from distant times
I see history unfold
Dark shadows reach out and scar my mind

The book of Dowth is calling
It beckons me to look inside
The book of Dowth is yearning
To sow it's seed into my mind

I see the serpent's return to Erin
Cenn cruach, the lord of the mound
I see the distant future
Ravens screaming over blood

Excavation, desecration,
Lebor Dubhadh unbound
Dowth 2059

Suidakra - Wartunes

 

Suidakra - Wartunes

 

Cold and lifeless lay the plains of lore
Until finally silently a spirit evoke
And timeless clansmen rose
By the sound of the old
Celtic tunes of war

Rise
And feel the deadly breeze
The scent of burning flesh
For my blade thirsts for
Another war

Curse of the might to take
Oh it`s a human bane
To fan the fires
To cause an higher aim

Here we stand
Brothers in war
From the four
Winds of the land

High on the hills
We stay proud and brave
For Freedom is a right
And serfdom a grave

Death to our foes
War!

Legions of greed
Of fire and light
A thousand pikes
Fight as one man

Storm like enraged
They fight `till they die
The one to enthrall
The other to survive

 

Suidakra - Balor

 

Suidakra - Balor

 

Near the shores of Toraigh,
Beneath the pounding waves
In shadowed depths
And dark embrace

In the dark abyss
Beyond the waves,
Balor of the strong blows
Lies in wait

From shadowed depths
Beyond the sea
Ablaze his eye
He will arise
Towers of glass,
Like icy blades
Rise up to the skies
When he's awake

Forgotten gods return to roam,
Standing stones begin to shriek,
When hope becomes despair,
In a world full of hate and greed

Balor waits no more,
Dark eyes lit with exultation,
A third eye opening,
Hurling bolts of lightning
Flesh and bone turn to ashes,
Sacrificial fires burn again
A thousand men slain, blood-red waves
Pounding upon the shores
As time is senseless,
As night is endless,
Reality is darkness,
Existence is emptiness

In shadowed depths
Of the black abyss
Born from dark mists
And raging storms

Forgotten gods return to roam,
Standing stones begin to shriek,
When hope becomes despair,
In a world full of hate and greed

The triumph of evil,
When good men stay silent,
Then Balor of the Evil Eye,
Has arisen from death
Black cloaked Balor, arisen from death
Black cloaked Balor, will rule again

Suidakra - March of Conquest

 

Suidakra - March of Conquest

 

 

Shield to shield with banners high
War and conquest on their minds
Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
To the West the legion marched

From triumph to triumph
Time and time again
Rising through the ranks
Young Macsen gained command

Sword to sword with banners high
Assigned to light the African tribes
Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
To the South the legion marched

For respect is much harder to earn
Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield
Friendship makes one weak not strong
To do whatever has to be done

Side by side with banners high
To the last one they would fight
Relentless, fearless to the end
But none of them he called his friend

From triumph to triumph
Time and time again
Commanding them to certain death
He rather wants respect

Spear to spear with banners highAssigned to stop barbarian tribes
Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
To the Fast the legion marched

For respect is much harder to earn
Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield
Friendship makes one weak not strong
To do whatever has to be done

Side by side with banners high
To the last one they would fight
Relentless, fearless to the end
Each one of them he called his friend