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Necron

Through hills of zoretha
On mountains of ice
king of the witches 
Grows in hatred and spite

Subhuman armies
The tread through the wasteland
Dispatching his enemies
No one is safe from the hand

The hand of Necron 

With a wave of hand
Turns your body to stone
Forcing your blade to 
Point towards your own home

The body count rises
In power he grows
The martyr of doom
He’s the bringer of woe

Necron

Time of tribulations
Barbaric hordes
Clash with pain and steel in an endless war


They don’t fight for honor
They fight for the blade
The great-sword to bring the coming day

The sword of Helios 

In the coming chaos
Titans would rise
The human race is what they all despise

Yet their effort is wasted
To extinguish the flame
You can’t stop the light of the great Athame

The sword of Helios

At last the battles over
Helios has won
But at the break of dawn the war has just begun

No tyrant or hero
Could for see what happened next
The powers too much to wield he put the sword to the test

The Sword of Helios

Anvil of Crom
Riders of doom
Charge through black tempered forest
Cleaving their way towards the village
Leaving corpses in their wake

The child of the blacksmith
He teaches the way
Discloses the riddle of steel 
To master ice and flame

Anvil of Crom
Guide-ith our hand
Temper our battle flames 
So that we can make our final stand

The village is slaughtered
The blacksmith is fed to the dogs
The child of the blacksmith is taken
And forced to be their slave

Armored with vengeance
He pushes the wheel of pain
With time he plots his revenge
To those who killed and maimed

Anvil of Crom
Guide-ith our hand
Temper our battle flames 
So that we can make our final stand

Defy your masters
Break free from your chains
Destroy their temple
Destroy their names

Run for the mountains
There’s no turning back
The wolves are upon you
Time to ATTACK!

Anvil of Crom

Cruising on through the wasteland
On a motorcycle she rides
Chainmail the only thing that guards her breast
Cause her strength provides

Buries her axe in the skulls of lesser men
Because they do not compare
To the vengeance of a thousand harpies
That glares on from her stare

She was born in battlefields forged in fire
She’s a vicious woman, creature of desire

Oh, Barbarian Woman

a quest of retribution
For the thousands of souls she’s slain
Show no mercy to the evil necromancer
For his gods are in vain

Bathe in blood of the damned it courses through her hair as she rides in the night
You better keep open a watchful eye
Cause you never know when she’s up for a fight

On the highest of mountains, her sword will pierce the heavens
Thunderbolts and lightning sing her song into legend 

Barbarian woman


The blood runs hot as it leaves your veins 
Like a sword in the stone her blade is ingrained

Making love on your grave as she carves your name
On her belt, you’re the only one to blame

Barbarian woman

Master of disaster she’s a killing machine
Her wicked stare is the last thing that you’ll see

Heavy lies the crown to be the number one
Laying maidens and slaying daemons for fun

Barbarian Woman

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Zamora is an experimental solo project, spearheaded by the wizard, Raven Moore. Also appearing as the bassist in Midwest Death Metal Band, Hanging Wound, Raven combines the driving rhythms and harmonies of Traditional heavy metal with the atmospheric, ambient, and otherwise fantastical elements of Dungeon Synth, to create spectacular tones that transport the listener to realms beyond the imagination.

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