1. Riddle Of Steel

Upon this field of honor
Icy crimson death
Bodies hacked and dismembered
Shields and armor cleft
Before me the last Vanir
No one at my side
Say your last prayers to Ymir
T'is your time to die

The riddle of steel
The truth shall be revealed
With sword my hand wields
This day we shall solve the riddle
You shall feel my steel

Your brethren in Valhalla
My name you shall tell
To some I'm known as Amra
Many men I've felled
Across all of Hyborea
Tales of me are told
T'is Conan of Cimmeria
Whom shall reap your soul

The riddle of steel
The truth shall be revealed
With sword my hand wields
This day we shall solve the riddle
You shall feel my steel

The clash of steel does echo
Through the snow packed waste
We both unleash our deathblows
Blood drawn by both blades
Though wounded I'm the victor
Blood pours from my head
I am the one survivor
On this field of death

The riddle of steel
The truth shall be revealed
With sword my hand wields
This day we shall solve the riddle
You shall feel my steel

2. Behind The Veil

Here I kneel amongst the dead
My mind a clouded haze
Dancing o'er the field of death
A vixen calls my name

Behind the veil of gossamer frame ivory white
Voice like a harp with cruelty in its' chime
The northern lights begin to dance the sky's alive
Her haunting laugh echoing off the ice
I'd die just to find what's behind the veil

She lures me through the snow-clad peaks
This wench in gossamer
My smoldering heart she hopes to reap
The Frost Giant's daughter

She beckons me with body white and golden mane
To follow her across the icy waste
She taunts me on, entices me, to violent rage
My frozen limbs fed fire from the chase
I'd die just to find what's behind the veil
I'd die just to find what's behind the veil

3. When Giants Fall

My body aches from the chase
Nothing about this is sane
I can't get over her face
I'm like a moth to the flame
I've fallen into her trap
To face her two brothers' wrath
Delivered unto their path
The red haired giants attack

Fight thee well amongst the gods
Death and honor for Valhalla
Deadly merchant son of Crom
Hear the thunder of Ymir's call
When giants fall

I run headlong to the fight
Cleaving with all of my might
Their axes frosted with ice
So nearly taking my life
Atali's brothers are bold
They seek to harvest my soul
Sword singing death to my foe
I spread their blood on the snow

Fight thee well amongst the gods
Death and honor for Valhalla
Deadly merchant son of Crom
Hear the thunder of Ymir's call
When the ice giants fall

I claim the wench as my prize
Her skin is cold as the ice
I see now fear in her eyes
Oh father save me she cries
The Borealis ablaze
When she called out Ymir's name
Enveloped in icy flame
She disappears from earth's face

Fight thee well amongst the gods
Death and honor for Valhalla
Deadly merchant son of Crom
Hear the thunder of Ymir's call
When the ice giants fall

When giants fall
When giants fall
Lightning strikes, Thor's hammer
Thunder roars through the sky
When giants fall
Vanaheim's gates open, light the funeral pyre
When giants fall
Demigods hear me well, comes a son of the night
When giants fall
I would face any hell just to gaze in her eyes
When giants fall

4. The Fall Of Iliam

Comes the thunder – To Iliam's shore
Dreams of plunder – The Grecian hordes
Menelaus – Brings forth his rage
Upon Paris – And the Trojan race

Harken the tale of Aeneas – Last hero of Iliam
Mortal born son of Venus – Destined to Latium
Prophecy's promise of saving – The last of the Trojan line
Spoiler of ethnic cleansing – Who fathered the Roman Empire

Comes the lightning – The ten year war
Heroes fighting – By the score
Thrice round Troy's walls – Achilles drew
The corpse of Hector – Whom in fight he slew

Harken the tale of Aeneas – Last hero of Iliam
Mortal born son of Venus – Destined to Latium
Prophecy's promise of saving – The last of the Trojan line
Spoiler of ethnic cleansing – Who fathered the Roman Empire

Comes the fire – Out of the steed
Minerva's nightmare – Of greek deceit
Priam's chambers – With blood are splashed
Trojan towers – Are turned to ash

Harken the tale of Aeneas – Last hero of Iliam
Mortal born son of Venus – Destined to Latium
Prophecy's promise of saving – The last of the Trojan line
Spoiler of ethnic cleansing – Who fathered the Roman Empire

Stealth and destruction have come to Troy's walls
Unto Aeneas Hector's ghost doth call
Save whom you can and make way to the sea
Trust in the fates you are Rome's destiny

Troy's last fleet sails – Italia bound
Aegean storms gale – Ships run aground
Tempest blow them – Across the Main
To a new friend – The great Carthage

Stealth and destruction have come to Troy's walls
Unto Aeneas Hector's ghost doth call
Save whom you can and make way to the sea
Trust in the fates you are Rome's destiny

Ships of Iliam – Again set sail
Unto Italia – Trojans prevail
Venus' son – Fulfills his fate
Forefather of – The Roman race

Stealth and destruction have come to Troy's walls
Unto Aeneas Hector's ghost doth call
Save whom you can and make way to the sea
Trust in the fates you are Rome's destiny

5. Imperious Rise

Romulus and Remus
Ancestors to the forefather Aeneas
Son of mortal man and the goddess Venus
Raised the Roman clan chosen one to lead us
To the promised land

Come before the altar
Give your praise to the gods and the two brothers
Through their blood carries the founding father
Through the archaic songs of death and honor
The Trojan race lives on

The winds doth blow
Romulus ploughs the furrow
Out of control
For jest blood of Remus flows
T'is harvest time
For festival tribes unite
The Sabine plight
The women raped the men die

Led by the fates
Seven kings raise the gates
The Trojan race
Lives on in Rome today
The city wall
To this day still stands tall
The trumpets call
In memory Rome's heroes live on

6. Rome

Rome – Italia's shining light
Rome – Empire of power and might
Rome – From Egypt to northern Gaul
Rome – Conquerors of all they saw

The fire of Mars have burned
Temples raised to Jupiter
The Ides of March have turned
The course of history

Rome – Feared and honored state
Rome – Product of Trojan fate
Rome – Hear the trumpets call
Rome – Glorious unto the fall

The fire of Mars have burned
Temples raised to Jupiter
The Ides of March have turned
The course of history

Harken the tale of Aeneas – Last hero of Iliam
Mortal born son of Venus – Destined to Latium
Prophecy's promise of saving – The last of the Trojan line
Spoiler of ethnic cleansing – Who fathered the Roman Empire

For all of time – Forget not the Trojan line
Imperious rise – The birth of Roman fire
Unto the sky – We raise our swords this night
Until we die – We praise the gods on high

Through bardic rhymes – The ancient tales still survive
Inside my mind – The eagles banners still fly
On Neptun's tide – Ghost ships sail on through the night
Unto the fight – For Jupiter the legions ride

Troy's holocaust – Vision Cassandra saw
Aeneas brought – Rebirth from what was lost
The legions fought – For Rome and ancient gods
The tale is taught – Know ye now more or not

7. Stand Of The Spartans

In the wake of the sea
Victorious the Athenian fleet
Stand at Thermopylae
With King Leonides

The Persian horde is come
Stand of the Spartans

Oracle's prophecy
Sparta's life for the death of a king
Between mountain and sea
Hold defenders of Greece

The Persian horde is come
Stand of the Spartans

Sparta, Athens and Thebes
Send their warriors to meet destiny
Persian blood on the beach
Only death brings defeat

The Persian horde is come
Stand of the Spartans

8. Betrayal

The mighty horde of Persia
Could not break the Greeks
The three hundred Spartans
Accept no defeat

Even the Immortals
Xerkses' pride of war
Die in bloody battle
By spear and sword

Betrayal by one of our own
Betrayal of gods and the throne

Anopaia pass found
From a traitor's tale
Immortals doth surround
The Spartans through betrayal

Arrows block the sun out
The three hundred die
Here courage did abound
In the gate of fire

Betrayal by one of our own
Betrayal of gods and the throne
Betrayal by one of our own
Betrayal of gods and the throne

Betrayal
Betrayal
Betrayal
Betrayal

9. Epitaph To The King

The battle-roar is over
No Spartan left alive
The fallen king is silent
His spirit's taken flight

Rest in peace my king
Heroic were your deeds

He stood his ground with honor
In spite of certain death
Three hundred gave for Sparta
A glorious last breath

Rest well now my king
Heroic were your deeds