Track (07) of the Scimitar - 'Where Darkness Dwells' debut album.
lyrics
The time has come, so gather round
United we stand, armoured bound
In the distance, lies your fate
Stand together, attack with hate
Hear the trumpets, sound in the distance
Back to war, shine the steel
Ready for vengeance, back to war
Screams of terror, howling in the air
Back to war, archers point, aim, and fire
Back to war
North we ride, the legions in black
Victory is ours, we can’t look back
The smell of fear, across death skies
Scenes of horror, through my eyes
Slashing heads off their bodies
Back to war, back to war
Castle walls, fall with thunder
Back to war, Back to war
Winter storm, slowly approaches
Back to war, back to war
We’ve a bastard king to kill
Back to war, back to war
In the end, there can be only one
That stands triumphant, at the dawn of the sun
The taste of blood, will never leave
Now brandish that axe, there’s bone to cleave
Scimitar are a Thrash Metal band from Belfast, N. Ireland formed in 2011. The band wrote music for around a year, before
performing their live debut in June 2012 in The Warzone Centre. Since then our fans' reaction and support has been overwhelming; we received an amazing response from the local Belfast Metal scene and shared our music with local and touring bands in the UK and Ireland....more
supported by 8 fans who also own “Where Darkness Dwells”
This is fully fuckn sicknuts! I've only just finished the first listen. I'm gonna get Irishshitfaced drunk and play this to the neighbours till the cows come home. Good luck neighbours because I own fuck all cows. It's like this light fingered pick pocket motherfucker jacked all the good stuff at the same time and produced the stolen goods for the win to win over the Judge, Jury and Executioner with this severe beautiful brutality of thrashing death!.
5 out of 'fuck the neighbours' 5 NunU
supported by 6 fans who also own “Where Darkness Dwells”
This is a testimony to the ways of an alchemist deterred by dark entities and his innate lust and will to be in power. The Goat rips through steel like blades rip through flesh. The speed of hell melts your very being into a puddle of muck that flows into the gutter with the goats piss. Feed the Furnace with the souls of the weak. All hail the fucking goat. DirgeSothoth