Graveland - Thousand Swords
Lp'94
1. Intro
2. Blood of christians on my sword Run
3. Thousands Swords Run
4. The Dark Battlefield Run
5. The Time of Revenge
6. Born for War Run
7. Black Metal War
8. To Die in Fight Run
9. Outro
- Run
3. Thousands Swords - Run
4. The Dark Battlefield - Run
5. The Time of Revenge
6. Born for War - Run
7. Black Metal War
8. To Die in Fight - Run
9. Outro
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Thousand Swords
I'm Darken, black druid of darkness and warrior of the new aeon... I surrounded myself by
blackness, because I wage war in the name of my land... in the name of my
Gods... war against christianity... war against false good and mercy which came from the foreign land and conquered our country. They were talking about
love, pardon, they were lied! They called our Gods devils! Then burnt the
woods... Then burnt our temples. Then brought manslaughter and plague in the name of
what? In the name of god, who was a man!
All my brothers and sisters, sages and kings died defending their fatherland and its true
Gods. Christianity burnt our temples and replaced them with their miscrable
cowsheds! Possessed christians baptized our lands, forests, rivers and
people! Then banished the spirits of our fatherland, who lived here from the
beginning!!! Then opened our land for foreigners who mixed blood!
My hate and belief gives me the
power... gods stand on my side, because I believe in the spirits of my
ancestors... blackness is the only colour of my garments, because I made the alliance with darkness for this war... I hate and hate gives me the
power... Once upon a time. I was dreaming about thousand swords... Fire reached the sky and black smoke covered the
sun... I wanted to drink some water from the river, but there was only blood in the
river! The earth trembled, far from me kettle drums and war horns
resounded...
One sword to behead the white ruler sitting
on the white throne in vatican.
One sword for the ruler, who will come and unite
us under the sign of cross with broken arms.
Elven swords to behead eleven lords and rules
of the land united under the blue banner.
One sword to revenge far my brothers,
who died from the hands of christian hangmen.
Hundered swords to defend our southern boundaries
against black plague half moon.
One sword for me to let me bravely defend my stronghold
and may I call this sword "disaster of christians" soon...
This record had to be released once more in the name of the ideas. We did not betray and we woll never
betray. releasing "Thousand Swords" in Lethal Rec. was our bog
mistake. In label that represents all we hate, and we will despise till the
end. At the gates of new era, new milenium, reborning of aryan race in pagan belief and
traditions. I set fire in dark forges of Eastclan to clean and burning-hot hatred flow on the earth and penetrate your hearts with power which only white aryan pagan can
release. Children of Votan, Perun, Odin and Silverlight Arianhord! Wake
up! It is time to rise our ancestors! Swords and slake the earth's thirst with the blood of our
enemies. When wolves go dawn the hills under cover of the night grey shadows of northern carpathians will reach our
enemies' throats.
Darken - vocal, guitar, keyboard
Capricornus - session drums
This pagan war - battle stuff was recorded in Wroclaw studio "Tuba"
in the days of eternal
winter, frozen night of fullmoon december 1994 at the gates of new era.
Engineered and mix by Graveland and Grzegorz Czachor
Lyrics and music by Darken
All war photos by
Raborym, logo by Christophe Szpajdel and Darken
Only true support Graveland in Poland by Eternal Devils records and Eastclan.
Nothing was forgotten and never will be forgotten,
these who raised their swords against christianity
will live forever in dark legend...
The Dark Battlefield
Raptured with murder
Thirstn for the blood
I Walk between the corpses of my enemies
My shield beats back the strikes
My sword crushes the heads
Blood covers my face
My scream reaches from the hills
In the fog of dust and smoke
Enemy strewed us with arrows
Few brave warriors died
The axes were shining horrible
Crossing with the swords
The warriors without shields
Had to dir hopelessly
The dying men were screaming around
Trampled by the fighting hordes
It was enough for me
I was loosing my mind
But I still was killing...
The night came soon...
I heard a horrifning sound of horns
Our horseman ship will attack fast
We must leave the battlefield fast...
Heil moor asferoon...
In the name of moon
Under the heavy hooves
Those who were too
Strong for us will die...
Back
Blood of christians on my sword
The frost tries to reach us
With it's cruel cold hands
The cold witheness hurts our eyes
And we still march with wind in the face
We follow the trace of blood in the snow
Yesterday we burnt two willages
We killed women and children
Heads out of the bodies of priests
We impaled on our wooden socle...
The blood of hideous monk
Is still getting blacker on my axe
Their temple burnt
And we fed a fire with their crpses
My brothers are marching silently
The great frost turns the hearts into ice
The warm blood will bring the life back
To their bodies...
Another christian village is near...
Those who escaped, showed us the way...
On the blood from their wounds...
We must deal them a deathblow
Before wolves get them...
On the horizon behind us
The black smoke appearas on the sky
On the hills full of trees
Wolves observe us
They'll leave the hills and follow us
As soon as the day in over...
Back
Thousands Swords
We attacked with thousand swords
Our banners were streaming under clouds
At the gates of christian capitol
The wide river of blood was flowing
We attacked with hate in our eyes
Their request for mercy was nothing for us
Then had no respect for our ancestors
Today is not a day for mercy...
We attacked and golden palaces colapsed
Christ's elected ones paradise was burning
Their golden bells were tolling the last hour
The last hour of christians rulers in pagan europe
We are just blessed soldiers
From the dephts of unbaptized forests
Barbarians in the wolfish skins
And we had pleasure to burn the vatican!
Gods returned and now they are with us
Spirit of war possessed our souls
Our swords want to fight with our moves
It's a great felling to spill the blood in the basilica
Herds of ravens fly between the clouds
They'll come to the earth, when we go away
They'll eat the food we prepared
They'll drink blood we have spilled
Epilogue: The vengeance will be cruel
Blessed by Gods and spirits
In self defence of fatherland
Vegeance done by our hands
Back
Born for War
I was a child
When they took me away from my family
I remember long and frosty winter
And people looking hopelessly for food
From this ancient time
Our cruel lord ordered us
To look as dogs eat christian children
We were standing together and
Cold wind was frezzing our faces
Our blood was hot
We learned to worship death
We were children of this favourite herd
Future warriors, future wolves
Our cruel lord ordered us to drink human blood
Ordered us to eat human flesh
I got my first sword
I couldn't take it up
But I had to take it up
Because I would be meat for dogs
I know the true code of life
Spartan way of life and draconian laws
I've grown as a warrior
Close to nature, close to roots
Now I'm the cruel
The last of cruel lord herd
When I was child i knew the cruelty
I learned to hate everything I loved
Back
To Die in Fight
Cruel couldness turns my heart into ice
heavy snow clouds
Covered the nightly sky
Snow is falling, wind is blowing
And it's cold
Blood in my veins got stopped
Wounded I await my last hour
When the snow covers my body
When the icy ship takes me
to the land of my gods
A dream makes union with reality
Cold snow hurts my eyes
The forest is far from here
And my horse is head
I lost my last battle
Victory was so near...
In the snown bed
I found my peace
Now I'm waiting for drackar
Gods promised me
It will come soon
Blood in my veins got stopped
Wounded I await my last hour
When the snow covers my body
When the icy ship take me
To the land of mine Gods
A dream make union with reality
Cold snow hurts my eyes
The forest is far from here
And my horse is dead
I lost my last battle
Victory was so near...
In the snown bed
I found my peace
Now I'm waiting for drackar
Gods promised me
It will come soon
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