Suidakra

here their master went
To seek the counsel of the living head
To seek the counsel of the baphomet

10.000 strong, they stormed the walls
To end the gruelling siege

To battle, murder and destroy
The last crusader keep
Defended by 300 knights
This was their final stand

10.000 souls had stormed the walls
The knights gave up the fight
Inside the crypt the head recalled
The story of his life...

Dark eyes surveyed them from inside
Terrible soul-searing sight
Eyes shimmering with ancient knowledge
Eyes filled with ancient pride

The head of a Roman Emperor
Adored with a laurel crown?

Or the face of a Celtic king
With runic Ogham carved?

This was what they had to defend
This was where their master went
To seek the counsel of the living head
To seek the counsel of the Baphomet

"10.000 souls had stormed the walls
The knights gave up the fight
Inside the crypt the head recalled
The story of his life..."


3. Beneath The Red Eagle


Once this day was but a dream
Yet now I'm here and this is real
This moment will live on through all times
The hills of Spain I'll leave behind

Today I'll join the legion with pride
The time has come to say goodbye

Today, my son, we must part ways
Go forth beyond the hills of Spain

O, my son, the heavens you could scale
Yet only Gods may live forevermore
As for man, nothing of his days remains
Unless you earn yourself a name

Beneath the Eagle you will march
To fight for Rome, to slay or die
Under the Eagle you will ride
To fight to the end and then fight again

To fight to the end and then fight again
If word should come of my demise
Then do not cry and keep in mind
That I'll have found a good way to die

So march, my son, under the Roman Eagle
On the road from where there is no way back
Let your dreams forever be your guide
And inspire you to deeds of heroic might
Yet you, my son, unlike other men
Are blessed with a special trade
To look beyond the veil of time
And turn the hand of fate

Beneath the Eagle I will march
To fight for Rome, to slay or die
Under the Eagle I will ride
To fight to the end and then fight again

To fight to the end and then fight again
If word should come of your demise
Then I won't cry and keep in mind
That you'll have found a good way to die

Doubt is lurking in my mind
For what I've seen in my weirdest dream
Eternal life, it can't be real
And though indeed I will earn fame...
History will erase my name


4. March Of Conquest


Shield to shield with banners high
War and conquest on their minds
Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
To the West the legion marched

From triumph to triumph
Time and time again
Rising through the ranks
Young Macsen gained command

Sword to sword with banners high
Assigned to light the African tribes
Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
To the South the legion marched

For respect is much harder to earn
Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield
Friendship makes one weak not strong
To do whatever has to be done

Side by side with banners high
To the last one they would fight
Relentless, fearless to the end
But none of them he called his friend

From triumph to triumph
Time and time again
Commanding them to certain death
He rather wants respect

Spear to spear with banners high
Assigned to stop barbarian tribes
Relentless, fearless, battle-scarred
To the Fast the legion marched

For respect is much harder to earn
Beyond the bond forged on the battlefield
Friendship makes one weak not strong
To do whatever has to be done

Side by side with banners high
To the last one they would fight
Relentless, fearless to the end
Each one of them he called his friend


5. Pair Dadeni


Marching on to Dinas Brân
The ravens called his name
Bearer of the Eagle Red
To Britain Macsen came

A dream of certain death
Unveiled to him one night
Incursion of the Scots and Picts
The onset to the fight

Possessed by battle lust he fell
For that day he would meet his end
But the dream did not reveal
The power of the grail of Brân

The shards still held strength
Honouring his brave demise
The druids baptised him
Before he died

The shards of Pair Dadeni,

Restored and blessed again
The cauldron of Rebirth,
Immortalised through Brân

The past no longer of concern
Only future you can effect
A single dream can make a change
Reshape the world and alter fate

The shards of Pair Dadeni,
Restored and blessed again
The cauldron of Rebirth,
Immortalised through Brân

Magic shards restored his life
Miracle for all men to see
In his veins its power reigned
What about his guiding dreams?

Crowned King at Dinas Brân
The ravens called his name
Bearer of the Dragon Red
In Britain Macsen stayed


6. The Mindsong


Alas right there and then
The emperor's sleep came to an end

"It's better to be alone", lie thought
"I have wars to wage, battles to light
Love always leads to pain and loss"
But the maiden's song stuck in his mind

"Emperor of Rome,
You know I am real
If you love me
You'll come to me"

He searched the lands
And gave in to his dream
His quest took him
Over mountains and streams

To the British islands he would roam
Through the gates of a towering keep
There sat an old king on an ivory throne
And a maiden on a golden seat

His open eyes had never seen
A maiden more fair than She

As he kneeled beside her gilded chair
He softly sang into her ear

"Empress of Rome,
I knew you were real
Let me love you
Beyond my dreams"


7. Rage For Revenge


Seven lengthy years ago
Crowned king on British soil
Ruler of the western throne
Commanding Britain, Spain and Gaul

At Helen's side he ruled the realm
Raising castles, building roads
Until one day the message came
Of his banishment from Rome

His title stripped, allies gone
They murdered and destroyed them all
No longer emperor of the west
Disgrace he never would accept

Under the Eagle Macsen left
To die or triumph over Gaul
Under the Dragon he'd return
Retaliate and conquer Rome

A Celtic army Macsen raised
To march and take the throne

To join him in his wrath for Rome
A Celtic army Macsen raised
To march and take the throne
To aid him in his rage for revenge

Sons of Eudav crushed the gates
Dragon army entered Rome
Emperor caught and slain
Magnus Maximus sat on the Throne

Macsen's rage had died in blood
Reflecting on his throne he sat
Since everything that he had touched
Was now forever changed...

His title stripped, allies gone
They murdered and destroyed them all
No longer emperor of the west
Disgrace he never would accept

Under the Eagle Macsen left
To die or triumph over Gaul
Under the Dragon he returned
Retaliate and conquer Rome

A Celtic army Macsen raised
To march and take the throne
To join him in his wrath for Rome
To aid him in his rage for revenge


8. Dragon's Head


Rushing into battle
The onset to defeat
It's Roman killing Roman
A clash of West and East

Invasion near Aemona
The onset to defeat
It's Roman against Roman
A clash of West and East

Each and all decisions wrong
Bringing pain and misery
His guiding dreams have come undone
Calling forth his destiny
The balance of the world seems gone

At Aquileia his final stand
Cursed with dreadful visions
Attacked with overwhelming force
Surrounded by eastern legions

The Battle of the Save
Why didn't he foresee?

His guiding dreams have come undone
Calling forth his destiny

Rushing into battle
The onset to defeat
It's Roman killing Roman
A clash of West and East

At Aquileia his final stand
Cursed with dreadful visions
Attacked with overwhelming force
Surrounded by legions
Battle of the Save
Why didn't he foresee?

Incursions into Gaul
His generals defeated
The enemy victorious
Conquering Gaul
Attacked from every side
Macsen wouldn't die

A red mist came before his eyes
Executed for all to see
Finally his dreams made sense
Embracing his dark destiny
Magnus, The Emperor is dead

Magnus Maximus
The Emperor is dead
Behold Penn Dragon
The Dragon's Head


9. Defiant Dreams


As ages went by
The dreaming head survived
Enclosed in a black shrine
Oracle for the mighty and high

Caught in a strange inner battle
A place beyond time
Its struggle within
Unapparent from without

Once all the power in the world was mine
All that's left is moribund flesh
And the power to keep my dreams alive
Plant ideas in someone's mind

My mind is trembling
My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones
My spirit is willing
My dreams defiant past flesh and bone

All the choices in the world are mine
All that's left is drying flesh
And the power to make my mark in time
Plant ideas in someone's mind

My mind a whirl of visions
My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones
My spirit is soaring
My dreams defiant past flesh and bone

As ages went by
The dreaming head survived
Enclosed in a black shrine
Oracle for the mighty and high

Heir to an ancient mystery
From a place beyond time
Its knowledge within
Unapparent from without

Once I went on a quest divine
When all i had was a legion of men
I sought and found eternal life
I conquered the world and made it mine

My mind is wide awake
My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones
My spirit is exulting
My dreams defiant past flesh and bone

My mind a well of power
My thoughts absorbed by the ancient stones
My spirit undying
My dreams defiant past flesh and bone

But knowledge has to grow in time
All that's left is lost days past
The things I've done and left undone
A dreaming head under a dawn sky

As ages went by
The dreaming head survived
Enclosed in a black shrine
Oracle for the mighty and high

Cursed with immortality
In a place beyond time
Its dreams within
Unapparent from without


10. Damnatio Memoriae


In the dark
The head was silent

For all eternity
Erased from memory

Reflecting his desires
To roam the world
To travel from sky to sky
To make his mark in time

Immortal travesty
Erased from history

In the end
He closed his eyes

And gave himself to dreams...


11. Mrs. McGrath


[Digipak Edition Bonus Track]
[originally is an Irish folk song]

Now, Mrs McGrath, the sargent said,
Would you like a soldier of your son Ted?
With a scarlet cloak and a big cocked hat,
Mrs McGrath, wouldn't you like that?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

Now Mrs McGrath lived on the shore
And after seven years or more,
His battleship come into the bay,
With her son from far away.
Oh captain, dear, where have you been,
Have you been sailing on the Mediterranean,
Have any news of my son Ted,
Is he living or is he dead?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

Now came Ted without any legs
And in their place two wooden pegs
She kissed him a dozen times or two,
Saying, my God, Ted is it you?
Now were you drunk or were you blind,
When you left your two fine legs behind
Or was it walking upon the sea,
That wore your two fine legs away?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

No, I wasn’t drunk, and I wasn’t blind
When I left my two fine legs behind.
A cannon ball on the fifth of May,
Tore my two fine legs away.
Oh Teddy, my boy, the widow cried,
Your two fine legs was your mother's pride.
The stumps of a tree won't do at all,
Why didn't you run from the cannon ball?
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.

All foreign wars, I do proclaim,
Between Juan and the King of Spain.
I'd rather my son as he used to be,
Than the King of France and his whole navy.
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa
Too-ri-aa, folly diddle-aa
Too-ri, oo-ri, oo-ri-aa.