"A Song Of Liberty, Plates 25-27" lyrics
(feat. Ihsahn, Samoth & Fenriz)
The Eternal Female groan'd! It was heard over all the Earth
Albions coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint
Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean
France rend down thy dungeon
Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome
Cast thy keys O Rome, into the deep down falling, even to eternity down falling
And weep, and bow thy reverend locks
In her trembling hands she took the new born terror howling
On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king
Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the jealous wings wav'd over the deep
The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield
Forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night
The fire, the fire is falling!
Look up! Look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance
O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy oil and wine
O African! black African! (go, winged thought, widen his forehead)
The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the western sea
Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away
Down rush'd beating his wings in vain the jealous king
His grey brow'd councellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants, banners, castles, slings, and rocks
Falling, rushing, ruining! Buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens
All night beneath the ruins, then their sullen flames faded emerge round the gloomy king
With thunder and fire: leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness
He promulgates his ten commands, glancing: his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay
Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her Golden breast
Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, losing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying
Empire is no more! And now the lion and wolf shall cease!
Albions coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint
Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean
France rend down thy dungeon
Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome
Cast thy keys O Rome, into the deep down falling, even to eternity down falling
And weep, and bow thy reverend locks
In her trembling hands she took the new born terror howling
On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king
Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the jealous wings wav'd over the deep
The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield
Forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night
The fire, the fire is falling!
Look up! Look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance
O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy oil and wine
O African! black African! (go, winged thought, widen his forehead)
The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the western sea
Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away
Down rush'd beating his wings in vain the jealous king
His grey brow'd councellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants, banners, castles, slings, and rocks
Falling, rushing, ruining! Buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens
All night beneath the ruins, then their sullen flames faded emerge round the gloomy king
With thunder and fire: leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness
He promulgates his ten commands, glancing: his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay
Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her Golden breast
Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, losing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying
Empire is no more! And now the lion and wolf shall cease!
