Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis
My tribesmen turned on me
They said, I could slay in war
but not in mercy

They tied a girl to a stake to be burned alive
My dagger found her heart mercifully she died

I fled into the sea
Sailing toward my fate
I the Barbarian King

They try to poison me in my wine
They try to kill me in my chambers at night
But I was a man before a King
By This Axe I Rule

Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis
A savage in a foreign land
Valusia was the kingdom
Fate had delivered to my hand

We stormed the castle a howling
My mercenaries and I
Blood drunk wolves in the night

I slew the tyrant King
Took the crown from his gored head
Kull, the barbarian King

They try to poison me in my wine
They try to kill me in my chambers at night
But I was a man before a King
By This Axe I Rule



Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis
I sit the topaz throne
Brooding and seeking
some sort of meaning alone

I looked into the mirrors of Tuzun Thune
Seeking answers from beyond the stars
Voices cried back to me
Be not bound by the laws of the land
Civilized man can never be free

They try to poison me in my wine
They try to kill me in my chambers at night
But I was a man before a King
Rush in dogs and die!

They try to poison me in my wine
They try to kill me in my chambers at night
But I was a man before a King
By This Axe I Rule



Down drowned forests, sunken mountains
ride the echoes of valor on ghost white steeds
Legacy of Atlantean Kings

Triumph for the sons of the heather
Defeat for the legions of Rome
Two Kings of the night they stood togeather
The clans would defend their home

The third King died by the hands of his own man
Noone to lead the Northmen on

Kings of the night
Sorcery is drawing down the aeons
Kings of the night
One more King comes to stand and fight
And Rome Shall Fall

The Vikings wil only follow a King of their own race
Sorcery brings the past and present face to face
Pict King nor Gael cannot lead these men
But the ancient ruler of Valusia their distant kin

The challenge was met, Kull would fight the
challenger
to the death, the Viking quickly died

Kings of the night
Sorcery is drawing down the aeons
Kings of the night
Out of the past a King comes to fight
And Rome Shall Fall, Rome Shall, Rome Shall Fall

Thus spake the ancient priest
The red jewel in your Iron Crown
Through dim ages it has been passed down
this is sorcerous means parted the mists of time
Out of the sunrise walked the champion
King of Kings from aeons dead
He has come to stand with you Bran Mak Morn
Now fight, glory is your Pictish King



Kull held the gorge through the iron walls of the Viking
shields

The Irish King gave the signal over the ridge swarmed the
Gaelic steel
The Pictish chariots came tracing down led by pict King Bran
Red ruin covered the battlefield, the Romans died
to a man

Kings of the night
Sorcery is drawing down the aeons
Kings of the night
A King of Kings he comes to fight

Kings of the night, Sorcery is drawing down the aeons
Kings of the night, King Kull comes to fight
And Rome Shall Fall, Rome Shall, Rome Shall Fall

King of the Race without a name
galloping hard across the moor
Past great menhirs to hells door
Seeking the witch down Dagons moor

In my mind's eye, I watch my people die
scattered like chaff in the storm I ride

I won't see my world in chains
while my fists can still grip steel
I will go to the worms of the earth
and I'll strike my unholy deal
I won't break and I alone, I will be the Finder Of The Black
Stone
For victory I would taint my soul, throw myself in the demons
hold
I won't break and I alone, I will be the Finder Of The Black
Stone

Finder Of The Black Stone

There were woman down a Dagons Moor
Atla holds the key to hells door
To taste a kiss only a king can give
She will tell me where the black stone is hid

Night fall comes and the deal is sealed
The black stone's power shall be mine to wield

I won't see my world in chains while my fists can still grip
steel
I will go to the worms of the earth and I'll strike my unholy
deal
My kin won't wear the yoke of Rome, I will be the Finder Of
The Black Stone
For vengeance I would taint my soul, throw myself in the
demons hold
My kin won't wear the yoke of Rome, I will be the Finder Of
The Black Stone

Finder Of The Black Stone

Down in the earth blacker than night
on an altar of human skulls a light

Carved in cryptic runes the stone
before days when demons left men alone
To see the object they worship again
The demons agree to crush the Roman men

I won't see my world in chains while my fists
can still grip steel
I have gone to the worms of the earth
and I struck my unholy deal

Military leader of the outpost of Rome lays
mindless at my feet alone
Fled his mine from that fouler than beast
On his soul the worms now feast
For vengeance I tained my soul
I gave up humanity to crush my foe

Finder Of The Black Stone

The wind is moaning through the trees
and the sorceress on her knees
Sacrifice in the grove tonight

The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay
Sorcery to crush their might

In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne
And faint, he hears the call
>From a book of ancient spells
The sorceress calls up hells
Where the lakes of blood run down like water falls

Demon come forth
Manifest rune Thorn

Thorn the vampire, Thorn the man
Thorn the king from the dying land

Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one
He who holds the sword of Spartacus
Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress
Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed

Blood Bath In The Arena
Gladiators and spectators die
Blood Bath In The Arena
Death on wings will fly
Blood Bath In The ArenaThorn rides and the vampire horse
will feast
It is the price for saving the Erin prince
From the death the Ceasar has decreed

The magick charged blade the old druid had bade
be delivered to the prince
The Ceasar will not deny the last request in his eye
of the doomed prince
The blade will not mark the prince, Thron he will sense
The magick encased within
All others they will fall in the stone encased walls
The arena their tomb sealed

He mounts the Vampire horse
aerial borneupon his course

Thorn the vampire, Thorn the king
A song of slaughter his blade will sing

Today all in the arena will die except you
chosen one, he who holds the sword of Spartacus
Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress
Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed

Blood Bath In The Arena
Gladiators and spectators die
Blood Bath In The Arena
Death on wings will fly
Blood Bath In The Arena
Thorn rides the great winged beast
Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast
On Roman flesh and blood



Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one
he who holds the sword of Spartacus
Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress
Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed

Blood Bath In The Arena
Gladiators and spectators die
Blood Bath In The Arena
Death on wings will fly
Blood Bath In The Arena
Thorn rides the great winged beast
Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast
On Roman flesh and blood
All that was left was a mountain of skulls

When omens of all portant come to be
and the ancient ones rise up from the sea
and the winged one comes forth from the moon

The one will appear whose heart knows no fear
When those who dream in Ryleh draw near
Bringing forth their mockery of flesh and our doom

A King of Kings, the druid he brings
To test his soul in the fire that sings
A dragon's song from an age that fell to dust

He holds the Dragon Throne
Wielder of Atlantean Steel

All men at arms they gather round
To see if he is the one that they found
To deliver them from the fate the demons bring

He mounts his throne, his face set as stone
All who are false are charred to the bone
By the dragon's flame that reckons the real King

Witch woman, white godess
Daughter of Poseidonous
She holds the key to defeat the beast

He holds the Dragon Throne
Wielder of Atlantean steel
He holds the Dragon Throne
Wielder of the steel

And it's out on his quest
for he will know no rest
armed only with his sword the druid has blessed
Through magick storms and blood feast



Ah, she had been found
Mayana, the white Goddess from the sea
She who held the talisman to defeat the beast

I will grant this strength for your boon if here with
me you reside for one moon spake Mayana, the White
Godess from the sea

He rode two horses to death on the way

And when his feet hit the dirt he was in the melee
And his gleaming steel from his scabbard flew wild and free

And last died the demon King
For Elaks hand held a beating thing
Mayana gave her heart the talisman
He holds the Dragon Throne
Wielder of Atlantean steel
He holds the Dragon Throne
Wielder of the steel

The Norms weave grief and defeat
For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea
The standards are flying of high King brian
None can stand before the hosts of the irish lion
Years of torment the irish lament to hell the Vikings must be
sent

The fury of a woman scorned
Gormlaith hath stirred the chieftians to make war on the Erin
kings

Sitric Silkbeard hath gathered the Viking chieftains anchored
off
the isle of man

The Valkyries race the skies tonight
Norsemen you will fall when you fight
Drowning in wound dew
Red thor walks the world of men
Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin
Dragon ships flee from Dublin town

The din of the battle it rocks the sky
As the Kelts smote and heap the carnage high
The Vikings form their shirld wall
But the Dalcasian axes see that they fall
Berserkers die for father one eye
As Crom laughs from his mountain high

Mail is torn and limbs are shorn as the verdant greens
are washed in blood

Helmets are shattered and limbs are scattered
As the red ruin washes the land clean

The Valkyries race the skies tonight
Norsemen you will fall when you fight
Drowning in wound dew
Red Thor walks the world of men
Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin
Dragon ships flee

The Valkyries race the skies tonight
Norsemen you will fall when you fight

Drowning in wound dew
Red Thor walks the world of men
Odin rides the Wild hunt with his kin
Dragon ships flee into the sea

For victory and glory we follow the legend
He who bears the mark of Kane

Steel sinews grasp the blood drenched steel
Wild flies his red mane

Sunrise bleeds the dawn
His legions charge on and on
Assault on this fortress of stone
Storming the castle at dawn

Eyes wide in fright, we're in the enemies sight
As our seige engines fire the dead bodies
Onto the walls our rain of gore it falls
Hearts of steel melt down
Hearing
nearing
hell's calls

Cursed by a mad god it is whispered of Kane
that he cannot die

Our enemies fall by the gore axed he weilds
high above him the vultures fly

Sunrise bleeds the dawn
His legions charge on and on
Assault on this fortress of stone
Storming the castle at dawn

The seige engines roll, boiling tar takes its toll
On our men in the front lines
With an awful shout, every man, he rides out
You won't live at all if you don't take that wall
shouts Kane the killer



Archers fall as we charge the wall
Not far till we close with the enemy
From the Aerie wide eyed the watchers look down
at the rushing steel tide

Sunrise bleeds the dawn
His legions charge on and on
Assault on this fortress of stone
Earth drinks the blood at dawn

Steel on steel will clash
In a lightning flash
Thousands of men fall down and die
At last we break their lines and now they will find
All who defend the castle will die
Will die
Will die
Will die this day

I walked into a blackened room all eyes ablaze upon me
I felt a frost chill tear up my spine as the child gazed upon me

Pulled out into the abyss voices calling me
Falling out into the abyss brought this festival in the snow
Across nameless stars
My forefathers called me from long ago

Twelve figures were there other than myself
Cloaked and hooded in black robes
They raised the dreadful grimoire
And chanted bring forth the ancient ones

Now I am two as one for I gazed too long
Through the black mirror to a world beyond decay
Infinite hells, voices calling me and I was gone with...

Those gathered here tonight were here in a time before man
before time
Beware of those who people the dark circle
Vessel of flesh you will dispatch the child to the House of
Shades
Before the altar I stood my sabre steeped in blood
I, high priest of the black arts



Now I'm wandering through the streets
Looking at the ruins, I have not seen since I was a child
When the winged gauntsbore me to the edge of midnight and
some beyond
Now, I remember it all

Those gathered here tonight were here in a time before gods
or even time
Beware of those who people the dark circle
They watch you through dreaming eyes and soon will raise
their heads