Massacre

1. Ten cruel winters living in the warmth and glowing shine of the former glory

I, Voivode, was once a mighty and ruthless king
I've left the realm to younger heroes in the past
To my small wooden castle hidden in the darkest woods
To my quiet hard-earned home, I was riding very fast

Peace paid by spilt blood, I was willing to know
Tranquil soul and straight mind sans army I wanted to grow

Hunting the wild beasts, taking the tame virgins
Tournaments with blunt spikes, cards and dice
And the other noble kinds of sports
Bringing pleasure and health to oneself

Indulging in endless feasts like mad
Drinking from the horn of plenty 'till death

Though eternal peace I can not have
To calmly fade away is not my fate
The diligent worm of doubt does his work
A strange voice in my head says weird words

"My once mighty Lord, you have dreamed too long
Wipe your eyes and see the cruel truth revealed

Yet Thy days are still not finished
Yet your body is not withered
Yet arms strongly grip the sword
But nothingness eats away your world"

2. Riding through the darkest woods with purpose to count the wolf and werewolf hordes

Landscape truly idyllic, extends 'round me and far
I, Her Lord, adore her songs, so beautiful they are

Rippling streams, woodlark's sing
Toad's croaking, spectre's roar
Leaves rustling, woodcock rutting
The sobs of raped Fairy-whores.

And what do my ears enjoy the most?
A freezing song from the hordes of wolves

But my highest relish's disturbed more and more
As the uninvited guests return back to my door
A shroud of eerie echoes is dissonant
Growing stronger, devastating all peace of mind

"My once mighty Lord, you have dreamed too long
Wipe your eyes and see the cruel truth revealed

Yet Thy days are still not finished
Yet your body is not withered
Yet arms strongly grip the sword
But nothingness eats away your world"

3. Fatal decision, overall peace disturbed

A brief moment twists everything upside down
Blows away the mist, wakes me from my sweetest dreams
Tears the veils apart, now I behold things so clear
It is not a false tune bringing true words to hear

"My once mighty Lord, you have dreamed too long
You wiped your eyes to see and the cruel truth was revealed

Yet Thy days are still not finished
Yet your body is not withered
Yet arms strongly grip the sword
But nothingness eats away your world"

Sounds of battle I miss, on and on
Tearing my mind apart, since it's been gone

That is what my mind is hungry for the battle's roar
Sounds of bugle's warbling, the wild uproar of war
Laments of wounded ones, bones crushing to the core
These are lovely tones that my ears so much adore

To hear these sounds, blood must be shed
There's need for war, bloodthirst and death

4. Unholy confessional blasphemy ere the start of the battle-march

Rumors really strange came into my castle's range
Servant of the god on the cross cheated senses of my folks

Not long ago, a beggar, he knelt down
And now my manners he dares to drown
He tells me to confess ere my march to find
Else he will, as blasphemous all my deeds assign

"You're shouting too loud, you fat old fool
What if we nail you to the rotten cross, too?

So, listen to my confession before my bloody wars
I don't need your god, not even the help of yours
What is the use of a twisted carrion on the cross?
Enemies will laugh so hard, that piss will wet their clothes

I condemn all gods, I don't believe in powers high
But I'll follow here your wish and I'll choose my idol now

So I turn myself to Lucifer at this time
To help me and to be faithful by my side
To strengthen our arms, to sharpen our blades
To burn vermin down by hellfire's flames"

5. Bloody massacre to reach higher intentions and excessive butchery to satisfy the lowest instincts

Bloodthirsty evil beasts have slept in my mind for years
But now they're awake, forcing themselves from dreams
Yet in hellish rhythm they dance, yet joyfully they shiver
Yet they possessed my mind and force me to their will

The wish of beasts, I anxiously fulfill, I'm rushing into enemy ranks
Crushing the foes, slashing swords, splitting their heads with my axe

After years of idle peace I enjoy the fight
In the middle of cruel massacre I don't stand aside
I deliver wounds that are deadly and mutilating
I enjoy the sounds, so beautiful to my ears

Bugles trumpeting and thunderous cavalry ride
Bones cracking and screams of the wounded ones

General massacre, extensive bloodshed
Act of doom, killing without end
Desperate sceneries, impending death is sure
Like a shark in the deep sea I feel secure

My beloved pastime, my loveliest activity
My chosen profession Maniac Butchery

6. An awful end which a cruel truth to many is promising, yet to me, offers countless doubts

Dreadful views around, plentiful battlefield
Ravens stuffed, their stomachs bursting
Cold-meat carts through the dead-land creaking
For many days the carrions are piling

Corpses and their pieces lay on the hearse
To my enemies Nhaavah opens its doors

"You, vermin that survived, saved only by a coward's escape
Stay hidden in your holes, for the revenge not to take
If you stand against me or disobey in any way
The fires in me set ablaze, for arrogance you have to pay

Remember that from now on, what I say will be your law
You will listen only to my word, and then praise me as your Lord"

So the demons are now sated, after drinking lots of blood
Lying down to have some rest for too long? Surely not
Do they still have many battles for me on their minds?
Or was the latest one the final of its kind?

Many questions remain now open, but one thing is clear
The true voice spoke the true words which in my head I hear

My days are still not finished
My body is not fully withered
My arms strongly grip the sword
And nothingness can't eat my world