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[Riot police PA]
Attention! Attention! This is the police department. This gathering has now been declared an unlawful assembly, and you are now ordered to disperse and leave the area. Or you will be subject to immediate arrest.

Sic semper tyrannis!

Bound by fear
We're watching, helpless
As dysfunction reigns
And the world starts racing
To the end of time
Where oppressive gazes
Spread like bloated flies
Now our fists grow restless
Sitting by 
While they  keep on lacing
Truth with hateful lies
We're afraid to face it
But we've been deceived
By our sheltered spaces
While the rot took hold
Now our minds are wasting
One by one

They want us divided
They're fanning the flames
Too broken, too blinded
We forge our own chains
We march like toy soldiers
Our heads bowed in silence
Obeying the orders
Of grifters and tyrants

Your name is a product
Your life's just a number
Exploited for profit
We're nothing but fodder
For mongering monarchs
In ivory towers
For cravens and lackeys
Enthralled by Big Brother
I'm so sick of despots
You don't own this planet
I will not be silenced
By some fucking maggots
I'm so sick of prophets
Peddling poisoned daggers 
In the name of vengeance
I shall raise our banners
One by one

Free thought decimation

They want us divided
They're fanning the flames
Too broken, too blinded
We forge our own chains
We march like toy soldiers
Our heads bowed in silence
Obeying the orders
Of grifters and tyrants

Autocrats and oligarchs
Are here to devour
Every sliver of freedom
Is this our darkest hour
Funded by moguls
And corrupt corporations
Where commies and fascists
Work to topple our nations
I spit on their icons
As death is my witness
I'm sick of fanatics
And their theocrat bullshit
We're controlled by the media
We're divided by classes
While ignorance is spreading
Like a plague through the masses
Under constant surveillance
Enslaved by machines
We're revering worthless idols
As we worship our screens
Everyone is a product
Everyone is a number
Welcome to the age of technological wonder

They want us divided
They're fanning the flames
Too broken, too blinded
We forge our own chains
We march like toy soldiers
Our heads bowed in silence
Obeying the orders
Of grifters and tyrants

They want us divided
We'll weather the flames
Though broken and blinded
We'll shatter their chains
We're marching defiant
Toward the abyss
We're done being silent
Sic semper tyrannis

They want us divided
We'll weather the flames
Though broken and blinded
We'll shatter their chains
We're marching defiant
Toward the abyss
We're done being silent
Sic semper tyrannis!

Sic Semper Tyrannis [Free Download]

No Salvation No End is a relentless descent into despair, forged in the fires of betrayal, loss, and emotional ruin. With crushing riffs and tortured screams, the song captures the feeling of being trapped in a personal hell — clawing for redemption that never comes. Each verse burns with frustration and hopelessness, building toward an eruption of raw, untamed fury. The chorus echoes like a cry into the void, a brutal reminder that not every soul gets saved, and not every story finds peace.

It’s not just a song — it’s a reckoning. A final scream in the dark from someone who’s lost everything… and has nothing left to fear.

No salvation no end

i can feel myself lost in time
am i wasting away what’s inside? 
i think it’s all just in my mind
patiently waiting every single night 
for a sign to come out of the shadows
i know this is where i belong 
every time i start to feel shallow
i just remember the lyrics to this song

i won’t ever settle for a life like this
cuz i don’t worship the devil 
it worships me 
im on whole different level 
no forbidden kiss
cuz i don’t worship the devil
it worships me

i look at myself in the mirror 
i can see it all getting clearer
never looking back i close my eyes 
cuz all this pain makes me feel more alive 

i won’t ever settle for a life like this
cuz i don’t worship the devil 
it worships me 
im on whole different level 
no forbidden kiss
cuz i don’t worship the devil
it worships me

now everythings supposed to be
a spectacle of my imagination 
televised for all to see
yeah, i’m aware of the situation
it’s just a matter of time 
it’s just a matter of time

i won’t ever settle for a life like this
cuz i don’t worship the devil 
it worships me 
im on whole different level 
no forbidden kiss
cuz i don’t worship the devil
it worships me

it worships me
it worships me
it worships me
it worships me

i dOnT wOrShiP tHe dEViL (it worships me)

Bad Energy

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Little honey bee
Cherry picked from the tree
Sweet and deadly
That's what you are
Poison hiding
Behind every scar

Tied up in surrender
Gazing up to heaven
Can't remember what I'm fighting for
What am I fighting for

Honey and daggers
That's all you are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Deep in my soul
Losing myself
Losing control

Blood is in the air
Secrets everywhere
Hidden truths beneath
Your perfect skin
Let the chaos begin
Let the chaos begin

Greater heights mean nothing
When you drag me down below
To a world I didn't want to know
What did I want to know

Honey and daggers
That's all you are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Deep in my soul
Losing myself
Losing control

Jezebel come whisper
Sing your poison song
I believed your promises
But I was wrong
I was wrong
I WAS WRONG!
EVERYTHING'S WRONG!

Honey and daggers
That's all we are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Burning my soul
Losing myself
OUT OF CONTROL!

Just a ghost in the night
Just a ghost in the night
Honey and daggers
Just a ghost in the night
Just a ghost in the night
Honey and daggers
Just a ghost

Honey & Daggers

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

The Flame That Does Not Bow

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