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Bal-Sagoth - Starfire Burning Upon The Ice Veiled Throne Of Ultima Thule

Spears agleam in the dying sun,
 The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
 From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
 When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.
 [Old Northlander war-song, found in the ancient scrolls of Volmyr]
 The  Final  Part  of  Voryn  Helmsmiter's Journey to the Ice Realm: Blood
 drips  from  my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice...
 My limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows... my eyes nearly frozen
 closed.  For  how  long  had  we  travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the
 cruel,  searing  storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest is at an end. With
 the  blessings  of  the  elders  we began our journey beyond the great veil of
 shadowed  glaciers...  They  spoke  of  a  prophecy  foretold,  an ancient and
 glorious  legacy,  A  quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before
 even the Star-Lords descended... Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the
 ice,  turning  to  crimson crystal upon the deeply frozen earth. Elder sorcery
 crackles  and hums all about me, coursing through the sky, the snow... As grim
 destiny  approaches  with  the freezing boreal gales and this ancient prophecy
 [Predication of the Elders:]
 Go,  follow  the witch-lights in the northern night sky, beyond the great
 silvern  mountains...  Let  the  sacred moon-crystal be your guide, beware the
 sentinels at the Caverns of Eternal Mist...
 Spears agleam in the dying sun,
 The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
 From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
 When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.
 Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,
 Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire,
 White wolves (like silent spirits) haunt us, ever northwards, the ice-gem
 leads us, glimmering,
 Powerful spells entwine the shrine of legendry, mighty gates of frozen
 splendour looming,
 When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows, the ancient ice-gate
 opens, the prophecy is fulfilled!
 Towering, ice-encrusted forms lumber forth from the freezing mist,
 (Their eyes shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)
 Our steel is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,
 And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of
 (Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged or wielded, I
 am beckoned forward by a strange, alluring force from beyond the veil of
 swirling mists...)
 Shadows, images form in the glittering rune-carved walls of this glacial
 Secrets frozen within the timeless vaults of eternity...
 The throne of the time-lost ice realm, entwined in the mantle of such searing
 star-born power...
 This frozen, aeon-cloaked seat of immortal majesty... (of an empire forged
 long before the vast seas rose in devouring fury!)
 What shimmering swords raised in combat once sang with the glorious clamour
 of steel on steel?
 What splendid banners, billowing in the icy gales, once heralded the march
 of these invincible silverclad legions to the blood-swathed embrace of epic
 The glory of untold thousands of years past... this ethereal legacy of
 mighty Ultima Thule.
 The frozen eyes of immortal kings watch me... such a dark splendour!
 The Guardian of Ice and Shadow:
 The grim Ice-Gods sleep in these frost-bound tombs, illumined by the caress
 of lunar fire,
 And the kiss of star-gleam from the stygian void...
 All is now as was foretold in prophecy, written in the very ether of empyreal
 The celestial alignment is night... the conjunction is at hand!
 And nine stars illumine the northern heavens, a vast cosmic sigil with the
 silvern moon at its centre...
 Blazing argent light fills the chamber, engulfing the hewn walls of elder ice,
 These ancient carvings in a time-veiled tongue, (etched into the primeval ice
 countless aeons ago, now bathed in diaphonous incandescence by this storm of
 lucent stellar power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes known to me...)
 their cosmic secrets unfold...
 The ice-throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame,
 A lambent flame far colder than the frozen surface upon which it dances...
 And then, enlightenment comes, gleaming down upon my consciousness as the
 bright  moon  gazes  down upon this auroral vista... From my mind is lifted an
 obscuring  veil,  a  veil induced by sorcerous arts, and I realize I have been
 merely  a vassal of another's twisted will, a pawn in a game which is entwined
 in  treachery  and  malign  aspirations  to  thresholds of great power. Such a
 traitorous web has been spun! The elders of my kingdom bow in obeisance to the
 vile  priests  of Xothan'kur, and it is their diseased machinations which have
 urged  me here, to the very heart of the far-fabled ice realm... for they seek
 to  usurp  the  power  of  the  Conjunction, stealing the vast energies of the
 Ice-Veiled throne and absorbing them into their own leprous, undead bodies, pe
 rpetuating  the  adoration  of  their  abhorrent  liege  for  countless  ages,
 liberating  his  vile  will  and enslaving the realms of the world... Aye, for
 generations  they  have plotted their actions, and I was the key to this plot,
 chosen from birth for this fated journey... for the blood of the ancient kings
 of  Ultima  Thule runs strong in my veins, and only once in every aeon may one
 such  as I stand before the throne during the great cosmic alignment, when the
 sorceries of the ancient Ice-Gods are at their peak, and rightfully wield this
 power unleashed... And yet I vow that the vile minions of Xothan'kur shall not
 prevail...  Liberating  the  fettered  power  of the moon-crystal, I sever the
 tendrils  of  their  dark  conjurings, and their aspirations are at an end, th
 eir  spells  broken  by  the  very power which they sought to usurp! The final
 vestiges  of  mortal life flee my body in crimson gouts, and at last I realize
 what  the fates have spun for me, and what is carved in the very ice all about
 me... My destiny is at ha nd...
 [The Herald of Enlightenment:]
 And so, enrob'd by tendrils of starfire and the raiments of lunar mist,
 The immortal liege whose sceptred empire is eternity,
 Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark realm once more.
 The last of my life's blood spills to the ice, (as star-wrought destiny is at
 last fulfilled.)
 Swathed in freezing flame...
 The mystic wolves of the frost-moon (slowly, silently) encircle me,
 Their eyes are blazing azure, and their fur is whiter than the sublime snows.
 Such power! I am the Chosen... the secrets of the earth and the stars are
 unlocked before me...
 I am destined to reign forever... to reign from the Ice-Veiled Throne of
 Ultima Thule!
 [Lyrics: Byron]
 [Music: Chris and Jonny Maudling]

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