Rogues Gallery Album 1

Turpin Hero

On Hounslow Heath as I rode out I spied a lawyer riding about;

“Now sir,” I said, “Run all you can From Turpin that mischievous man.”

On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er I spied a lawyer riding before.

“Kind sir,” said I, “are you afraid of Turpin, that mischievous blade?

O rare Turpin hero,

O rare Turpin O

O rare Turpin hero,

O rare Turpin O

Said Turpin, “He'd ne'er find me o'er I hid my money in my boot.”

The lawyer says, “There's none can find, I hid my gold in my cape behind.”

Says Turpin, “He'd ne'er find me out I hid my money in my boot.”

Well then says he lawyer, “There's none can find my gold, for it's stitched in my coat behind.”

As they were riding past the mill Turpin commands him to stand still;

Says he, “Your cloak I must cut off my mare she needs a saddle cloth.”

As they rode down by the Powder mill Turpin demands him to be still;

“Now Sir, your coat I will cut off for my mare she needs a new saddle cloth.”

This caused the lawyer much to fret to see how simply he'd been took,

But Turpin robbed him of his store because he knew he'd lie for more.

As Turpin rode in search of prey he spied a taxman on the way;

And boldly then he bid him stand “Your gold,” he said, “I do demand.”

Turpin then without remorse he knocked him quite from off his horse;

And left him on the ground to sprawl while he rode off with his gold and all.

As Turpin rode on Salisbury plain he met Lord Judge with all his train;

And hero-like he did approach and robbed that Judge as he sat in his coach.

Turpin he at last was took for the shooting of a dung-hill cock,

And carried straight into jail where his bad move he does bewail.

Well Turpin is condemned to die to hang upon yon gallows high;

Whose legacy is a strong rope, for the shooting of a dung-hill cock. 

The Ballad of Mary Read and Anne Bonny

Mary Read, a pretty girl, made to act a boy,

To keep her grandma’s money she’s a brotherly decoy. 

Red-haired Anne she stabbed a girl when she was just 13,

She married Bonny, took his name, but never took his scene. 

Mary joined the army as a man and fought a war, 

Proved herself in battle, took a husband from the corps. 

Anne she left her husband for a pirate of some note, 

Who thought himself the toughest man of any man afloat. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Mary’s husband breathed no more and so she closed the bar, 

She boarded ship and sailed west, she sailed oh so far. 

A pirate ship did take them, so she joined up with the crew, 

Though she was “he” as far as they or any of them knew. 

Bonny found this sailor man was rather to her taste; 

So Mary had to prove herself, and rather in some haste. 

Then Captain Jack, a jealous man, had made a point to say, 

So Mary proved she’s not a man, a second time that day. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 

Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead. 

This pirate ship had its own flag upon a field of black, 

A pair of swords below a skull said this is Calico Jack. 

“William” was her name and true she sailed upon the seas, 

And pirating is what they did while following the breeze. 

Anne Bonny had her Captain Jack, and Jack had Bonny too, 

Mary wanted her own man, a love that might be true. 

A captured lad became that man who might make her his wife, 

Although she had to win a duel to save his meagre life. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Captain Barrett, pirate hunter, hunting Captain Jack, 

One morning he did find them, and launch a quick attack. 

Jack and crew were quite surprised and hid inside the hold, 

While Read and Bonny stood their ground, that’s how the story’s told. 

Mary shot below the deck, “Come here! Fight like a man!” 

Jack looked up, saw swords and guns, and Mary next to Anne. 

But Jack and crew stayed hidden still, and begging for their lives, 

The pirate hunters took them all and took their guns and knives. 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 

Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead. 

Jamaican court says Jack must hang, for evil pirate ways, 

While Read and Bonny plead their bellies for a legal stay. 

And Bonny said to Jack that day before he met his God, 

“If you had fought more like a man, you’d not hang like a dog.” 

Running away in the night; 

Looking for something to make it all right. 

Freedom under black flags, flying overhead, 

Do not let them catch you they will hang you dead.

 Jack Sheppard

Some years ago, perhaps a hundred, Jack Sheppard lived, the bold and free.

A smarter chap ne'er cracked a crib, sir, nor swung upon old Tyburn tree.

Now, William Woods he was Jack's master, and a carpenter by trade.

He made all sorts of wooden boxes, and Jack to him was apprentice made.

Then Jack he courted his master's daughter, but she jilted him, I must confess.

Then Jack he married two wives after, Emma Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. 

 One day Jack, being short of money, he took it in his precious head 

All for to rob his late employer after they had gone to bed. 

Now, William Woods slept very soundly, But Missus Woods did only doze, 

And when Jack Sheppard made his entry Madame Woods kicked off the clothes. 

She rose and caught Jack by the breeches, and Jack he would have gone to prison, 

But Mister Blue Skin, Jack's accomplice, Madame Woods cut through the wet sand. 

Then Jack was taken and put in prison, in irons strong he was bound down, 

But Jack he swore he'd break his fetters If they weighed a thousand pound. 

 His wife went to him in the prison, which circumstance to him did please; 

And to escape out of the window He tore the tail off her chemise. 

Now three times he was put in prison for three times he had got away. 

He being tired of escaping they hung him up on a summer's day. 

Gone To SEA To Seek His FORTUNE

Come all you brave Boys, whose Courage is bold will you venture with me, I'll glut you with Gold?

Make haste unto Corona, a Ship you will find, that's called the Fancy, will pleasure your mind.

Captain Every is in her, and calls her his own He will box her about, Boys, before he has done:

French, Spaniard and Portuguese, the Heathen likewise, He has made a War with them until that he dies.

Her Model's like Wax, and she sails like the Wind She is rigged and fitted and curiously trimmed,

And all things convenient has for his design God bless his poor Fancy, she's bound for the Mine.

Farewell, fair Plymouth, and Cat-down be damned I once was Part-owner of most of that Land;

But as I am disowned, so I'll abdicate My Person from England to attend on my Fate.

Then away from this Climate and temperate Zone, to one that's more torrid, you'll hear I am gone,

With an hundred and fifty brave Sparks of this Age who are fully resolved their Foes to engage.

These Northern Parts are not thrifty for me I'll rise the Anterhise, that some Men shall see

I am not afraid to let the World know that to the South-Seas and to Persia I'll go.

Our Names shall be blazed and spread in the Sky and many brave Places I hope to descry,

Where never a French man e'er yet has been nor any proud Dutch man can say he has seen.

My Commission is large, and I made it my self and the Capstone shall stretch it full larger by half;

It was dated in Corona, believe it, my Friend from the Year Ninety three, unto the World's end.

I Honour St. George, and his Colours I wear Good Quarters I give, but no Nation I spare,

The World must assist me with what I do want I'll give them my Bill, when my Money is scant.

Now this I do say and solemnly swear He that strikes to St. George the better shall fare;

But he that refuses, shall suddenly spy Strange Colours abroad of my Fancy to fly.

Four Chiviligies of Gold in a bloody Field environed with green, now this is my Shield;

Yet call out for Quarter, before you do see a bloody Flag out, which our Decree,

No Quarters to give, no Quarters to take we save nothing living, alas its too late;

For we are now sworn by the Bread and the Wine more serious we are than any Divine.

Now this is the Course I intend for to steer my false-hearted Nation, to you I declare,

I have done thee no wrong, thou must me forgive The Sword shall maintain me as long as I live. 

The Discovery (The Squire Turned Ferret.)

MOST true it is, I dare to say, ever since the Days of Eve, 

The weakest Woman sometimes may the wisest Man deceive. 

For Davenant circumspect, sedate a Machiavel by trade 

Arrived Express, with News of Weight, and thus, at court, he said. 

 At Godliman, hard by the Bull, a woman, long thought barren bears rabbits Gad so plentiful, 

You would take her for a warren these eyes, quoth He, beheld them clear 

What, do ye doubt my view behold this narrative that's here; why, zounds and blood it is true. 

Some said that Douglas sent should be, some talked of Walker's Merit, 

But most held, in this midwifery, no doctor like a FERRET. 

But Molyneux, who heard this told, right wary He and wise cried sagely, 

It is not safe, I hold, to trust to Davenant's Eyes. a vow to God 

He then did make He would himself go down, St. Andre too, the scale to take of that phenomenon. He ordered then his Coach and Four The Coach was quickly got them

Resolved this Secret to explore, And search it to the Bottom. 

 At Godliman they now arrive, for haste they made exceeding; 

As Courtiers should, whenever they strive to be informed of breeding. 

The good Wife to the Surgeon sent, and said to him, Good Neighbour, 

It is a pity that two squires so gent should come and lose their labour. 

The Surgeon with a rabbit came, but first in pieces cut it; 

Then slyly thrust it up that same as far as man could put it 

Ye Guildford Innkeepers take heed You dress not such a Rabbit, 

Ye Poulterers eke, destroy the breed, it is so unsavory a-Bit.

But hold! says Molly, first let's try, now that her legs are open, 

If ought within we may descry by help of Telescope. 

The Instrument himself did make, He raised and leveled right, 

But all about was so opaque, it could not aid his sight. 

 On Tiptoe then the Squire he stood but first He gave her Money

Then reached as high as ever He could, and cried, I feel a CONY. 

Is it alive? St. Andre cried It is; I feel it stir. 

Is it full grown? the Squire replied; It is; see here's the FUR.

And now two legs St. Andre got and then came two legs more;

Now fell the head to Molly's Lot and so the work was over

The Woman, thus being brought to bed said, to reward your pains,

St. Andre shall dissect the head and thou shalt have the brains.

He lapped it in a linen rag,then thanked her for her kindness;

And crammed it in the velvet bag that serves His Royal Highness

That Bag which Jenny, wanton slut first brought to foul disgrace

Stealing the papers thence she put veal-cutlets in their place.

O! happy would it be, I wean could they these Rabbits smother

Molly had never a Midwife been nor she a shameful mother

Why has the Proverb falsely said better two heads than one;

Could Molly hide this rabbit's head he still might show his own. 

JACK SHEPPARD  (A Ballad)

I'm the shadow of Jack Sheppard descending you know from the rackety times of gay long ago

I was King of the Dials and Lord of the Mint the theme of adventures that folks cannot print

I always was ready, when fun should begin to give a smart hussy a chuck underneath the chin

Or I'd rid a man neatly of gold he had piled Smart! thanks to the teaching of Jonathan Wilde

Then here's to the fame of Jack Sheppard Here's to the mad-cap boy

Burglar and pride of the ladies Their prey and their readiest toy

Idol of days when the people To the hardiest villain would bow

Dark days that are dead Do you think the world's better now?

Lord, things were different my first time on earth I'd cut capers, crack cribs, from the day of my birth

Sometimes I was collared they nabbed me in vain though they slapped me in chokey, I broke out again

It was 'Stand and Deliver' one moment same day the coin we'd bagged we were carousing away

With Edgeworth Bess helping the old love and the new it's 'a fig for tomorrow', an old toast but true. 

I'd a pride in my business, no psalm singing airs I was never a hypocrite, snivelling at prayers

I robbed no poor widows, in Christian like way smashed no Liberator and bolted away

'Twas a rollicking dare-devil period then the fairest frail women, the smartest frail men

In these days of divorce courts, such tales cause surprise You can't see vice now - that's if you shut your eyes.

Let me paint a final picture - Jack with clasped and twitching hands

At the funeral of his mother in old Willesden churchyard stands

In heart broken stupor, he scarce hears friends 'Blueskin' warning

'Fly, Jonathan Wilde's here' Then Jack sobs, 'Leave my Mother's grave not I

Let them take me.' Wild has seized him, 'till the dreadful finish wait,

I'll not struggle, for my mother's grave I will not desecrate.'

Vile thief taker, Wild mocks him, drags him off in brutal glee

'Drive on lads! Hurrah for Newgate, halfway house for Tyburn Tree 

Nix My Doll, Pals, Fake Away

In a box of the stone jug I was born, of a hempen widow the kid forlorn, Fake away. 

And my noble father, as I've heard say, was a famous merchant of capers gay, 

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away,  

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

My knuckles in quod did my school men play, and put me up to the time of day, Fake away. 

No dummy hunter had forks so fly, no knuckles deftly could fake a Ely

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away. 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

But my nuttiest lady one fine day, to the beaks did her gentleman betray, Fake away. 

And so I was bowled out at last and into the jug for a lag was cast, Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. But I slipped my derbies one fine day, And gave to the dubs man a holiday. Fake away. And here I am, pals, merry and free, A regular rollicking Romany, 

Nix my dolly, pals, fake away, 

Nix, my dolly, pals, fake away. 

The Dead Horse

A poor old man came riding by And we say so, and we hope so

A poor old man came riding by And we say so, and we hope so

Poor old horse.

Says I, "Old man, your horse will die." And we say so, and we hope so

Says I, "Old man, your horse will die." And we say so, and we hope so

And if he dies we'll tan his skin And we say so, and we hope so

And if he don't we'll ride him again. And we say so, and we hope so

For one long month I rode him hard And we say so, and we hope so

For one long month we all rode him hard And we say so, and we hope so

But now your month is up, old Turk And we say so, and we hope so

Get up, you swine, and look for work And we say so, and we hope so

Get up you swine and look for graft And we say so, and we hope so

While we lays on and drags ye aft And we say so, and we hope so

He's as dead as a nail in the lamp-room door And we say so, and we hope so

And he won't come worrying us no more And we say so, and we hope so

We'll use the hair of his tail to sew our sails And we say so, and we hope so

And the iron of his shoe to make deck nails And we say so, and we hope so

We'll hoist him up to the fore yard-arm And we say so, and we hope so

Where he won't do sailors any harm And we say so, and we hope so

We'll drop him down with a long, long roll And we say so, and we hope so

Where the sharks will have his body and the Devil take his soul. And we say so, and we hope so

The Trooper and the Maid

A trooper lad came here last night, with riding he was weary,

A trooper lad came here last night, when the moon shone bright and clearly.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

She's taken his high horse by the head,She's led him to the stable,

She's given him both corn and hay As much as he was able.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

She's taken the trooper by the hand and led him to the table,

There's food and wine for a soldier here as much as he is able.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

She went upstairs to make the bed and she made it soft and easy.

She's pulled her petticoats o'er her head crying, Soldier, are you ready ?

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

He's taken off his big topcoat likewise his hat and feather.

He's ta'en the broadsword from his side and now he's down beside her.

Bonny lassie, I'll lie near you, Hey bonny lassie, I'll lie near you,

I'll gar all your ribbons reel,Bonny lassie, ere I leave you.

They had not been an hour in bed an hour but and a quarter,

When the drums came beating up the town and every beat got shorter.

Bonny lassie, I must leave you now bonny lassie, I must leave you,

If ever I come this road again I will come in and see you.

She's taken her gown out o'er her arms and followed him through Stirling.

She's grown so full she could not bow and he left her in Dunfermline.

Bonny lassie, I must leave you now bonny lassie, I must leave you,

If ever I come this road again I will come in and see you.

It's when will you come back again to be your bairn's daddy ?

When cockle shells grow silver bells it's when I'll come and wed ye.

Bonny lassie, I must leave you now bonny lassie, I must leave you,

If ever I come this road again I will come in and see you.

The Girl I Left Behind Me 

I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill and o'er the moorland sedgy

Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill since parting with my Betsey

I seek for one as fair and gay but find none to remind me

How sweet the hours I passed away with the girl I left behind me.

O ne'er shall I forget the night the stars were bright above me

And gently lent their silvery light when first she vowed to love me

But now I'm bound to Brighton camp kind heaven then pray guide me

And send me safely back again to the girl I left behind me

Her golden hair in ringlets fair her eyes like diamonds shining

Her slender waist, her heavenly face that leaves my heart still pining

Ye gods above oh hear my prayer to my beauteous fair to find me

And send me safely back again to the girl I left behind me

The bee shall honey taste no more the dove become a ranger

The falling waters cease to roar ere I shall seek to change her

The vows we made to heaven above shall ever cheer and bind me

In constancy to her I love the girl I left behind me

Drink Little England Dry 

Drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,

Drink until you can't drink no more,

For the Frenchmen are coming for a fresh supply,

And they swear they'll drink little England dry.

For the Frenchmen are coming with a fresh supply,

And they swear they'll drink little England dry.

They may come, the frogs of France,

But we'll teach them a new-fashioned dance,

For we'll pepper their jackets most terribly,

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

For we'll pepper their jackets most  terribly,

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

They may come as they may think,

But they shall fight afore they drink,

For the guns they shall rattle and the bullets they shall fly

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

For the guns they shall rattle and the bullets they shall fly

Afore they'll drink little England dry.

Then drink, my boys, and ne'er give o'er,

Drink until you can't drink no more,

For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,

And they'll never drink little England dry.

For the Frenchmen's brags are all my eye,

And they'll never drink little England dry.

Down Among The Dead Men

Here's a health to the Queen and a lasting peace to faction an end, to wealth increase;

Come, let us drink it while we have breath for there's no drinking after death and he that will this health deny,

Down among the dead men down among the dead men down among the dead men let him lie.

Let charming Beauty's health go round in whom celestial joys are found and may confusion still pursue,

The senseless woman hating crew and they that woman's health deny;

Down among the dead men down among the dead men down among the dead men let him lie.

May love and wine their joys maintain and their united pleasures reign while smiling plenty crowns the land,

We'll sing the joys that both afford and they that won't with us comply,

Down among the dead men down among the dead men down among the dead men let him lie.

Ward The Pirate

Come all you gallant seamen bold all you that march to drum,

Let's go and look for Captain Ward far on the sea he roams.

He is the biggest robber that ever you did hear,

There's not been such a robber found for above this hundred year.

A ship was sailing from the east and going to the west,

Loaded with silks and satins and velvets of the best;

But meeting there with Captain Ward it was a bad meeting;

He robbed them of all their wealth and bid them tell their king.

O then the King proved a ship of noble fame,

She's called the Royal Rainbow if you would have her name;

She was as well provided for as any ship can be,

Full thirteen hundred men on board to bear her company.

'It was eight o'clock in the morning when they began to fight,

And so they did continue there till nine o'clock at night;

Fight on, fight on, says Captain Ward this sport well pleases me,

For if you fight this month or more your master I will be.

O then the gallant Rainbow, she fired she fired in vain.

Till six and thirty of her men all on the deck were slain;

Go home, go home, says Captain Ward and tell your king for me,

If he reigns king all on the land Ward will reign king on the sea. 

Draconis Rex Album 2

For As Long They Are Hated

Human life on earth is nothing more than a terrible aberration of nature 
It is a cosmic mistake it is a virus and it is a mutation

 
Vacuous sub species embracing themselves in their pathetic vanity
Revelling in a candour their vulgarity is exploited exponentially
The time has come for all of them to heed their own consequences
Or they will have the draw of the blade without any of their defences
Worshipping at the altar of false idols with their pathetic and fraud titles
Their time will run out like hour glass sand there is no pity for the idles

You all will pay the price for what you all have done to us
You cannot fathom our existence and none will be forgiven
You all will pay the price for what you all have done to us
Unleash the dogs of war set the course of their annihilation
Unleash the dogs of war set the course of their demolition
Leave them in fear for as long as they are forever hated
In bated breath their downfall will come and nothing will concede
Leave them in fear for as long as they are forever hated
Their empire of vanity will burn and they will come to bleed

A populous has been living in a portal of false glamour and chains
Materialism shoved down the throat and nothing is ever the same
The time has come for all of them to heed their own consequences
Or they will have the draw of the blade without any of their defences
Worshipping at the altar of false idols with their pathetic and fraud titles
Their time will run out like hour glass sand there is no pity for the idles

Vacuous sub species embracing themselves in their pathetic vanity
Revelling in a candour their vulgarity is exploited exponentially
A populous has been living in a portal of false glamour and chains
Materialism shoved down the throat and nothing is ever the same
No time for the D-List in vanity and in ignorance they will remain
Rain blood on their parade and forever they will be part of their charade
Materialism shoved down the throat and nothing is ever the same

Requisition Of Power

The cunts and the fucking reprobates have seized all of the power
Ruled by pathetic inhibitions without a lack of grace and dignity
They take everything and everything is set to become devoured
Arrogant and ignorant in their ways living inside a castle of their vanity
No recourse for prosperity pompous and shameless ever more
They live for their Bible and their guns rotten down to the core

I see the future in my eyes and the future is fucking black
There will be nowhere to return and there is no turning back
And they have taken from the heart and soul of a nation
Greed has taken its place enlisted for their vain domination
Their culture is vapid and languid all in the name of denomination
All of their solutions are just pathetic corporate decisions
Their business plan is a contract set for invasions and divisions
All of their solutions are just pathetic corporate decisions
Their business plan is a contract set for invasions and divisions

A populous has become an idiot nation hearing nothing but lies
They want to build a corrupt empire soon it will all burn into the fire
They take everything and everything is set to become devoured
Arrogant and ignorant in their ways living inside a castle of their vanity
No recourse for prosperity pompous and shameless ever more
They live for their Bible and their guns rotten down to the core

The cunts and the fucking reprobates have seized all of the power
Ruled by pathetic inhibitions without a lack of grace and dignity
They take everything and everything is set to become devoured
Arrogant and ignorant in their ways living inside a castle of their vanity
No recourse for prosperity pompous and shameless ever more
They live for their Bible and their guns rotten down to the core

The Ground Pounder

You have awaken a monster from the depths of the abyss
He will destroy you and annihilate every part of your fibre
Bludgeoned down and straight into oblivion out of existence
What gave you the right to unleash this beast who breathes fire
The monster has arisen I will pound you down straight into the ground
To drown into the dark and murky waters and you will never be found

Man is at fault for creating such a creature borne out of the flames
Subjugate this world into annihilation and will never ever remain
Bludgeoned down and straight into oblivion out of existence
What gave you the right to unleash this beast who breathes fire
The monster has arisen I will pound you down straight into the ground
To drown into the dark and murky waters and you will never be found
From the shadows I am reborn from the shadows I have awaken 

You have awaken a monster from the depths of the abyss
He will destroy you and annihilate every part of your fibre
Bludgeoned down and straight into oblivion out of existence
What gave you the right to unleash this beast who breathes fire
The monster has arisen I will pound you down straight into the ground
To drown into the dark and murky waters and you will never be found

Sever The Head Of The Snake

You walk around this earth just looking for some pathetic respect
You should know that it is not worth it and all it comes as regress
And you will get what you have wanted and get what you deserve
A pathetic useless life whose future will become very uncertain
And so now you are a product of the idle hands of the devils work
No iota of thought and rational inside the mind of a young Turk

You will fear the parting darkness and the damning cold winter nights
Nevermore so do you think you can make it out alive for these times
I will destroy your world and make you beg for your so called mercy
You cannot fathom when you are brought down towards your knees
I will show you no regrets and no mercy as you bleed down on your knees
You will become severely severed and there is nothing more we can take
Each time you are ever near us I will sever the head of this useless snake
It was played out in the cards and all you ever did was leave it too late
And I will sever the head of this useless snake and drain the poison away

You have no definition of a character and yet you insult my brother
Soon it will come reaping and it will come burning your slaughter  
And you will get what you have wanted and get what you deserve
A pathetic useless life whose future will become very uncertain
And so now you are a product of the idle hands of the devils work
No iota of thought and rational inside the mind of a young Turk

You have opened a destructive force and you are right in its sights
You have crossed the line in the sand and you should know it is your time
This is the coming of the blood sacrifice the coming of your demise
You should have seen it through my eyes this is your fucking sacrifice
Blood is falling down into the dry valley floor for your time is through
A grand declaration of war and this war is coming straight towards you

Concrete Coffin

I am trapped and I am suffocating inside this cell that I made myself
Darkness is now enveloping and my expiration is drawing fucking near
Writhing in pain and bleeding in agony like a cold and scolding animal
Claustrophobic tendencies are arising and now I am consumed by fear

Love is no more to me and love should be fucking dead with an axe to its head
Fuck your crass commercialism and your by-products of false fucking advertising
We are all made to fuck and to eat Woman I am just a vessel for your ovum and seed
I have seen the future and the future is dead so get the fuck out and paint the town red

We are living in a world without any political correctness devolved into nothingness
We are living in a world without any political correctness devolved into burning ashes
Fuck it all you want me to be like all of you and you want me to look like all of you
This has become nothing but a dream come cruel all aligned for the festival of fools
Sing for me Womankind sing for me this strapping young lad is all but a fucking man

I am trapped and I am suffocating inside this cell that I made myself
Darkness is now enveloping and my expiration is drawing fucking near
Writhing in pain and bleeding in agony like a cold and scolding animal
Claustrophobic tendencies are arising and now I am consumed by fear

Schizophrenia LTD

Living on a diet of pills and penicillin I am just losing my fucking mind
Hallucinogenic nightmare the sunlight is burning out my fucking eyes
The ocean with its waters have come calling me and She is calling me
Wretched inside a state of vomit and piss and the air is fucking suffocating
The shadows on the wall are dancing and the air is fucking suffocating
And it was all too much for the alien and we are doing it for the baby

It closes you in like a concrete coffin and it fucking drags you down
You fall down hard to the ground and you find that no one is around
It closes you in like a concrete coffin and it fucking drags you down
You hit the ground and then you will just bleed it all out nowhere to be found    
Wretched inside a state of vomit and piss and the air is fucking suffocating
The shadows on the wall are dancing and the air is fucking suffocating

Living on a diet of pills and penicillin I am just losing my fucking mind
Hallucinogenic nightmare the sunlight is burning out my fucking eyes
The ocean with its waters have come calling me and She is calling me
Wretched inside a state of vomit and piss and the air is fucking suffocating
The shadows on the wall are dancing and the air is fucking suffocating
And it was all too much for the alien and we are doing it for the baby

Wrathful Vengeance

Discipline should be thrown down like an axe unto you liar and falsifier
Your pity party has left you no one cares about you are sent into the fires
Deliver my enemy and deliver my foes bring them down with bloody knees
Execute their will to live and make them feel nothing left eternally suffocating
Abhorrence comes in its tides like a surge of vengeance this is a blood letting
You of all people shall suffer unto my wrath and now this war is everlasting

You cannot fathom my fucking hatred for all of you and it will never cease
It burns like embers inside me for everything you put me through endlessly
You cannot fathom my fucking hatred for all of you and it will never cease
You have opened a demon you cannot control you will suffer to your knees
My vengeance burns eternally behold my wrath unto the ends of the earth 
Blood is falling down into the dry valley floor for your time is through
My vengeance burns eternally behold my wrath unto the ends of the earth
A grand declaration of war and this war is coming straight towards you

False people content to deify themselves and they will fall like broken glass
There is no knowledge and rational in destruction there comes burning wrath
Deliver my enemy and deliver my foes bring them down with bloody knees
Execute their will to live and make them feel nothing left eternally suffocating
Abhorrence comes in its tides like a surge of vengeance this is a blood letting
You of all people shall suffer unto my wrath and now this war is everlasting

Discipline should be thrown down like an axe unto you liar and falsifier
Lifelong curse silenced with death and how you long to crush out this life 
Deliver my enemy and deliver my foes bring them down with bloody knees
Execute their will to live and make them feel nothing left eternally suffocating
Abhorrence comes in its tides like a surge of vengeance this is a blood letting
You of all people shall suffer unto my wrath and now this war is everlasting

Immolation Of The Vanities

A fuck you soars throughout the bloodied and grey sky
When it echoes it is eight miles high and it is ten miles wide
In the end it is defiance that stares you down right at your face
Alliance and power plays all leave you at the foot of disgrace
And when it all comes down and when you are left all alone
It is like being fed to the wolves feasting onto the carrion

Venomous intentions are no longer being used to prove
When pretences are being used for sordid and personal abuse
Weakened your arrogance falls down in your trial by fire
And so it was your mistake that has you thrown into the pyre
I laugh behind your back and I laugh right at your face
I want you to see that you do not have whatever it takes
And when it all comes down and when you are left all alone
It is like being fed to the wolves feasting onto the carrion

Weakened your arrogance falls down in your trial by fire
Know this shallow are the fools and manipulative are the liars
Your struggles are all made in vain and there is no lack thereof desire
And so it was your mistake that has you thrown into the pyre
A fuck you soars throughout the bloodied and grey sky
When it echoes it is eight miles high and it is ten miles wide
And when it all comes down and when you are left all alone
It is like being fed to the wolves feasting onto the carrion

When Horus Arises

The banks of the Nile are swarming with the smell of blood and flies
From the rivers and streams Suchos makes way with his reptilian armies
From the Kalahari the sands they bleed out the fury of the ancient times
Ceremony and rituals a bejewelled presence to invoke the rites to the priests
It is day of war and blood will be shed cometh the hour when Horus arises

I hold the head of my enemies in wrath signal the war horn and rise from thy slumber
Anubis descend thy legions of dogs and wolves on towards the earth and unto the world
To show no mercy and fade everything to black blacken the sun and everything in sight
The banks of the Nile are swarming with the smell of blood and flies
My enemies will know my presence and then for this is the hour when I shall arise

We shall rule over them and they will never know establish world dominance over the earth
And heaven shall always be our domain humans will never know how the sand goes
Clandestine and hidden away it is their ignorance shall be ruled by our governing power
I am your god and I will dominate all over you and you will know my name as Heru-Raha 
The banks of the Nile are swarming with the smell of blood and flies
From the Kalahari the sands they bleed out the fury of the ancient times
It is day of war and blood will be shed cometh the hour when Horus arises

Light-maker who comes from the dark fattener of herds might that fashions all
None can live without him people are clothed with the flax of his fields
Thou make all the land to drink unceasingly, as thou descend on thy way from the heavens. 
Light-maker who comes from the dark fattener of herds might that fashions all
None can live without him people are clothed with the flax of his fields
Thou make all the land to drink unceasingly, as thou descend on thy way from the heavens.

The Islamic State Killing Fields

The blood and gore falls down onto the heat scorched sand as the soldiers march to their war
Envenomed down straight to the core no leader of war will ever fucking live for evermore
The terrain of the Middle East is an open battle field strike of the blade to even the score
Hatred burning and the flames and fires are raging envenomed down straight to the core
Born into a state of living hatred and all the more rage consuming
The bodies inside the Islamic State Killing Fields are now rising

Jihadists and the mujahadeen ravage across the lands and deserts preaching their hate
The Earth is placed on red alert panic is rife and soon who will decide our fucking fate
The blood and gore falls down onto the heat scorched sand as the soldiers march to their war
Envenomed down straight to the core no leader of war will ever fucking live for evermore
Born into a state of living hatred and all the more rage consuming
The bodies inside the Islamic State Killing Fields are now rising

The black sunset breaks out the silence and the last scream of pain is heard
Death burns its victims sending their souls straight down towards Hell
Feel the blade in your sacrifice and now is the time to abjure and abdicate the Gods
The black war comes with the wind there is neither Heaven nor Hell but only war
Massacring the ones and mutilating all of the fools the black death empire is now exterminating without mercy
Born into a state of living hatred and all the more rage consuming
The bodies inside the Islamic State Killing Fields are now rising

The blood and gore falls down onto the heat scorched sand as the soldiers march to their war
Envenomed down straight to the core no leader of war will ever fucking live for evermore
The terrain of the Middle East is an open battle field strike of the blade to even the score
Hatred burning and the flames and fires are raging envenomed down straight to the core
Born into a state of living hatred and all the more rage consuming
The bodies inside the Islamic State Killing Fields are now rising

The Towers Of Spite

I will leave you standing where once you have left me
You will be left pathetic without standing on your feet
High above your tower you watch your delusional gardens
The slaves you have owned are ripe for the fucking slaughter
I will leave you standing where once you have left me
And I will leave you on the path for your fucking bleeding

The towers of spite this is a culture that I fucking despise
The towers of spite everything that I see is desensitized
The towers of spite no action is ever taken or justified
The towers of spite this is like light to the flies vilified
The towers will fall down from this vapid vanity
This population will never have any living monarchy
You have dishonoured the crown to become a king
Your towers will fall down from your languid vanity

You have never learnt from your lessons your hands are burned
You want to dominate and impose your will with intimidation
High above your tower you watch your delusional gardens
The slaves you have owned are ripe for the fucking slaughter
I will leave you standing where once you have left me
And I will leave you on the path for your fucking bleeding

I will leave you standing where once you have left me
You will be left pathetic without standing on your feet
You have never learnt from your lessons your hands are burned
You want to dominate and impose your will with intimidation
You will be left pathetic without standing on your feet
And I will leave you on the path for your fucking bleeding

Die By The Sword

Paper gangsters are running ever more rampant in the streets of London
They take what they want fuelling their greed leaving wanton destruction
In their gangs they preach and they talk about their honour and their respect
A vice grip on the population when all the while another poor soul is dead
Riots are burning through the city streets businesses have been incinerated
Just because they think that the population have dishonoured their respect

You all are cowards because you live by the code of bloody violence
Ignorant and vile because there is no limit to your pathetic arrogance
Materialistic without an iota of thought to plunder populous intelligence
You thought you had yourselves all figured out waiting for the next move
But when the cold iron hand clasps down on you there is nothing for you 
Pack rat mentality that is oblivious to all and there will be nothing to prove
You live by the sword and so you will die by the sword for ever more
You live by the sword and so you will die by the sword for ever more

Poor house poverty is your shtick so you just take for what you need
In the end it will run out for the real thing would  kill you very quick
You should just go home and hang that fucking pathetic costume up 
This is a fucking insult to the rest of us for we all have had enough
Do not talk about honour and respect when it is not your decorum
When all you ever do is leave in your wake is a trail of destruction

Paper gangsters are running ever more rampant in the streets of London
They take what they want fuelling their greed leaving wanton destruction
In their gangs they preach and they talk about their honour and their respect
A vice grip on the population when all the while another poor soul is dead
Riots are burning through the city streets businesses have been incinerated
Just because they think that the population have dishonoured their respect

Draconis Rex Album 1

Wrath Of The Chimera

 
Avenger for punishment an inherent death sentence a marauder for imminent disaster
Sacrifice onto those who hold not unto life extinguisher for those buried within a frozen time
Maleficent this dark figure roams the world carnivore predator this world is held within his hands
Teeth and talons wings of a Dragon mane of lion head of a tiger and the body of man

1000 years this creature has roamed the earth searching for the taste of flesh and fang pulling meat
Victims of circumstance will feel pain upon pain no light for those blinded shall see
A circle of tyrants kings and warlords cannot stop the unyielding and unfolding killings 
From this beast temples within the sky cannot house the creature of what has come to be

No Gods no saviours and no lords not a man is worthy enough to wield a sword
No Gods no saviours and no lords not a man is worthy enough to wield a sword
The Holy Seals have been opened and there is nothing to stop this Armageddon
A creature born from man's experimentation and there is nothing to stop this limitations
Fathomless is the human race too dependable on technology to save themselves from their own extinction

By The Gates Of Dawn

The blood on the ground and on this valley floor is the blood of my enemies
Traitors to the world their execution is the price to pay for their deceitfulness and treachery
The axe has fallen on their misdeeds and the sword has aimed for their throats
They have been eliminated and they shall not bear titles that of a general or a lord

A cull has been nominated and all those who bear witness will have to suffer their own decimation
The wilderness of the Earth has given birth to the rise of vexed and destructive predators
Lion & wolf, tiger & bear a quadrate of nature's most brutal and most fearsome creatures
Teeth and the claws is the law that shall be obeyed and never ever shall it be broken
God has no place in this world He lost the war in the Great Fourth Earth Armageddon 

Not even one of his prophets could have been a saviour that was made for the populous
Never more so has the words from the books have been distorted and contorted for enslavement
Words that were once sacred are ripe for extortion and all those shall suffer a brutal punishment
Within 1000 years those will be left to die under a cold winter blizzard and the frozen tundra

Wolves of winter arise from their dens to masticate and devour the dead carcasses
Pagan Gods once left in the passages of time come forth from whence they came 
To bring forth their reign and their utmost steel and iron fisted rule onto the populous
Cthulu arise Shemhamforash arise Marduk arise and Asmodeus  arise for thy descendants
Lion Heads Bil Ur Sag and Narasimha arise from thy slumber and bring forth flames and thunder

The Fall Of The Poison Rain

It is from now on this world is now growing in demise and ever more darker
And those that are left the force of corruption and greed is rearing its ugly head
Everything that was meant to be inside the Earth dies a gruesome and painful death
Time slows to a crawl and the seasons are now beginning to fade away and wither
Suffering under an apocalypse the bleak snow and vicious storms drain out your breath
The life burden of depression and grief is left to all of those that are now left to suffer

All of the politicians hide behind their empty words and their false promises
Nothing is their concern as long as they have their fill it is just enough
More for the wealthy incite a war and give it an amount of press and media coverage
Blood falls down into the streets and let the blood spill into a raging flood
Let the poison rain wash them all away and into the darkness they shall all fade
There is nothing left than to bleed and to mutilate the pathetic enemy
Dying beyond the pale your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
I do not hate you I am just removing an enemy dying beyond the pale
Let the poison rain wash them all away and into the darkness they shall all fade
 
No more of the mind games I will not and never trust into the motives of man 
Unjustifiable and inconceivable to think that they themselves have a godly hand
A mockery of the people useless and false there is nothing without a leg to stand
The misuse of trust has now left to become a pawn in their so called master plans
I hold in my hand my sword that will draw out every blood to the last breath
The reckoning is coming and have the hands of fate plan out their very death

There are something you cannot have you were never meant to learn the secrets of Earth
Your arrogance is fleeting and no weight of gold were meant to prove your fucking worth
The life burden of depression and grief is left to all of those that are now left to suffer
There is no remorse for what you have done you will be burned alive into the flames
Only the pieces are left from what was caused and all of this to numb out the fucking pain
There was never a weight of gold and for evermore you are not the fucking salt of the Earth

The Storm Of Darkness

This is the end my friends this is the end gone are the fabled days of yore
Never to live to see the sunrise again to feel the world choke in an Indian rope 
I feel the weight crushing down and to feel the moon of oncoming darkness
This is the end my friends this is the end gone are the fabled days of yore

Never to live to see the sunrise again to feel the world choke in an Indian rope 
I am touching the void like that of the ghost of Troy where once was life has now been destroyed
Only my father can hear me now as I solemnly make this eternal vow  I feel the weight crushing down 
And to feel the moon of oncoming darkness all of this is a useless and pathetic ploy
Never to live to see the sunrise again to feel the world choke in an Indian rope

I am touching the void like that of the ghost of Troy where once was life has now been destroyed

I cannot think or fathom what is to come when everything has now become undone
The serpent will arise into the Great Leviathan to find his unforgiven and his bastard son
The great beast will open the abyss and will unleash the Master Hades and the wrathful Titans
The messiah will never ever see the light of day how his followers will their lives to pray
Never to live to see the sunrise again the blood will rain down for this oncoming annihilation

When There Is Nothing To Inherit

The world is full of entitlement and the populous are begging for their own fucking enslavement
Hiding behind false names safe behind a cyber screen this is a plot towards their demise and their entropy
Narcissistic by nature and no modesty within themselves

Damn the eyes and throw this world unto oblivion and countdown the timer towards annihilation
The traitors, the liars and the false prophets have contributed nothing for the kingdom
Behead them on the towers that were built from their arrogance

They hold vapid and empty icons with self esteem as sources for their own narcissism and pathetic vanity
Toxic since the inception without a thought and without a conscience no forethought to gain knowledge
Become a grind bastard and destroy any opposition despise and fight those with blades and ammunition
They will inherit nothing for they will not have the kingdom and let wrought be unto them and their kind forever 

Arise, Thy Mighty Colossus

Thus begins the apocalyptic war of one hundred souls
No more use of will as they will lose all of their control
Standing one thousand feet tall right towards the sun
A god of iron and steel awaken from thy slumber Titan
Arise Helios thy might colossus

The gods begin their militaristic warfare a hierarchy that will not fail
The humans will not find power nowhere the coffin has been impaled
Standing one thousand feet tall right towards the sun
A god of iron and steel awaken from thy slumber Titan
Arise Helios thy might colossus

Thus begins the apocalyptic war of one hundred souls
No more use of will as they will lose all of their control
Standing one thousand feet tall right towards the sun
A god of iron and steel awaken from thy slumber Titan
Arise Helios thy might colossus

The Suffering Of God

God created the earth and the heavens but the bastard did not create me
His pathetic humans are slaves for his leadership nothing more than a dictatorship
His empire is crumbling beneath his feet because no one is ever refusing to listen
Unheard prayers are seldom heard one by one the pawns fall down into oblivion
This is the suffering and the dismemberment of your God

This is the suffering and the dismemberment of your God

Encircle the religious and the pious and send them into the jaws of the lions
Eat his body and drink his blood and then all together sing a song of false love
His empire is crumbling beneath his feet because no one is ever refusing to listen
Unheard prayers are seldom heard one by one the pawns fall down into oblivion

This is the suffering and the dismemberment of your God

This is the suffering and the dismemberment of your God

God created the earth and the heavens but the bastard did not create me
His pathetic humans are slaves for his leadership nothing more than a dictatorship
His empire is crumbling beneath his feet because no one is ever refusing to listen
Unheard prayers are seldom heard one by one the pawns fall down into oblivion

This is the suffering and the dismemberment of your God

This is the suffering and the dismemberment of your God

Let There Be Rot

A sanguineous appetite a bloody feast that is ripe for the feeding
Castrating and ripping another victim that is kept forever bleeding
Nothing will not stop your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
The slice of the blade is the last moment that you will ever see
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost

Desensitized since the age of birth borne with all vices and spite
A heart that is so cold and with eyes so blue as the freezing ice
You all knew you all should have seen this coming your vanity
Asininity will only ever remain your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost
   
A sanguineous appetite a bloody feast that is ripe for the feeding
Castrating and ripping another victim that is kept forever bleeding
You all knew you all should have seen this coming your vanity
Asininity will only ever remain your execution this ritual of the flesh offering
Let there be rot for all of the whores and the vainglorious
Let there be rot for all and for all forevermore be lost

Surgical Precision

The tools of the trade that are in my hands dwell in anticipation
The knives and the scalpels burn in fever for human execution
A sanguineous burning anger interlocking with bilious rage
An abattoir drenched in blood with the horrors that will await
Slaughter the pigs unfit for human consumption 
Butchers of perversion work in surgical precision

The rivers are flowing with the blood and excrement of the filth
The veins and the callouses are corrupted just filled with shit
A Jihad of epic propagations a call for an unholy war on terror
The knives and the scalpels burn in fever for human execution
Slaughter the pigs unfit for human consumption 
Butchers of perversion work in surgical precision

A sanguineous burning anger interlocking with bilious rage
An abattoir drenched in blood with the horrors that will await
This is heartwork of its kind a canvas for the fine art of murder
The de los muertes has arrived sanguineous in its burning fever
Slaughter the pigs unfit for human consumption 
Butchers of perversion work in surgical precision

The Unspoken Name

The Devil's dog is back again on the streets doing his dirty work
He has failed numerous times and the impressions are never lasting
He is living in a non fictional reality a junkie messiah to the lepers
A so called celebrity a jester for the king's court a human novelty
All in all he wants to push for his pathetic and selfish claim to fame
Execute him paint a target on his head and let him die without a name

A legend in his own mind however it is more like a pathetic passing phase
As long as he has his fix of drinks and drugs he will never become the same
I despise the cunt and I cannot stand his useless and fucked up narcissism
A club to the brain a taste of broken glass the annihilation of his system
All in all he wants to push for his pathetic and selfish claim to fame
Execute him paint a target on his head and let him die without a name

The Devil's dog is back again on the streets doing his dirty work
He has failed numerous times and the impressions are never lasting
He is living in a non fictional reality a junkie messiah to the lepers
A so called celebrity a jester for the king's court a human novelty
The end has come for his monarchy his system that was built by nepotism
Greed rears its ugly head one by one his days have become numbered
Weak and pathetic the pain he will suffer will be brutal and tortuous
All in all he wants to push for his pathetic and selfish claim to fame
Execute him paint a target on his head and let him die without a name

I Digest My Offerings

Inside a spinning vortex wrecked inside a tomb for the idols of blood and slaughter
Bile fountains spewing from the ovum disturb the inertia the sacrifice for the gods
A pre abortive mind abhorrent towards the world misanthropic down towards the core
Inside a spinning vortex wrecked inside a tomb for the idols of blood and slaughter
Offerings I will digest my offerings blood for the Blood God
Offerings I will digest my offerings blood for the Blood God

Bile fountains spewing from the ovum disturb the inertia the sacrifice for the gods
A pre abortive mind abhorrent towards the world misanthropic down towards the core
Treacherous amongst are the flock no shepherd without a rod only born only to serve
Inside a spinning vortex wrecked inside a tomb for the idols of blood and slaughter

Offerings I will digest my offerings blood for the Blood God

Offerings I will digest my offerings blood for the Blood God

Inside a spinning vortex wrecked inside a tomb for the idols of blood and slaughter
Bile fountains spewing from the ovum disturb the inertia the sacrifice for the gods
A pre abortive mind abhorrent towards the world misanthropic down towards the core
Treacherous amongst are the flock no shepard without a rod only born only to serve
Inside a spinning vortex wrecked inside a tomb for the idols of blood and slaughter

Offerings I will digest my offerings blood for the Blood God

Offerings I will digest my offerings blood for the Blood God

And Now It Is Dark

Trapped inside this casket claustrophobic tendencies arising in flames
The yellow and green stench and smell of ten thousand years ago 
A requiem for a soulless cause from the grave where no light remains
The beast of legend has awaken from the past to the unknown
God of the oceans and of the triumvirate of the holy living gods
He stands with his creators Mother Hydra and Father Dagon 

To walk the earth once more to bring back the dead
Elder priests with chants and prayers of words cursed
Cover the earth in darkness to walk the earth once more
Heed the words of the ancients to walk the earth once more
The sky is now dark and now comes the drawing of blood
The falling down of a population damned into the crimson mud
The sky is now dark and now comes the drawing of blood
The falling down of a population damned into the crimson mud

From wherever the centaur roam trapped inside this casket
The world will become trapped and suffocate in the blackness
The skies are raining down hard with the blood of lost souls
The yellow and green stench and smell of ten thousand years ago 
Damning all those who oppose to walk the earth once more
Like a blade to the throat to even the score rotten to the core

Trapped inside this casket claustrophobic tendencies arising in flames
A requiem for a soulless cause from the grave where no light remains
From wherever the centaur roam damning all those who oppose to walk the earth once more 
The beast of legend has awaken from the past to the unknown
God of the oceans and of the triumvirate of the holy living gods
He stands with his creators Mother Hydra and Father Dagon

Rule Britannia

Rule Britannia was written in 1740 at a time when the Royal Navy was rising in power and successfully countering the Barbary Pirates, Muslim Arabs who had been raiding coastal settlements around Europe, clearing them of their populations, and capturing shipping to enslave the crews. The Barbary pirates went as far as Ireland & Iceland & over one million were taken all to be sold in the slave markets of North Africa and the Middle East. On one occasion in June 1631 in a small Irish harbour village  Baltimore in West Cork, Ireland  practically every one was captured and became Galley slaves, amongst other slave positions.  Two people manage to return to Ireland many years later.  There is a book detailing the event "The stolen village: Baltimore & the Barbary pirates by Des Ekin."
"Britons never, never, never shall be slaves" refers to the successes of our Navy in reducing the trade and has nothing to do with any other slavery. The Barbary Pirates were eventually put out of business over 70 years later, by the concerted action of the UK & US navies.

After the parliamentary act of 1834, all slaves were emancipated and became British citizens. So indeed "Britons never never will be slaves" is correct.

In 1807 the British government with an unanimous vote decided in the abolishing of slavery and in 1808 established West Africa Squadron at great cost & lives (1000 sailor died during the campaign lasting 50 years) which the UK only just recently paid the debt back to the Rothschild's in 2015.
The origin of the word "slave" comes from the white Balkan tribe, the "Slavs", who, along with any other non-Muslim people they could capture, were enslaved by the Ottomans for many hundreds of years. The Hungarians were the buffer state between Christian Europe and the invading hordes. 
Unfortunately, the "woke" won't like the fact that white Caucasians were enslaved  The left woke would like to rewrite history blaming the white race for all of slavery that ever occurred world wide.  Which is far from the truth, with black African tribal kings selling their captured prisoners of war into a life of slavery to the white man.  But one thing is for sure it was the whites who eventually made it illegal & did everything in they're power to abolish it.  Unfortunately it still occurs in certain countries.

It is strange that these modern-day "anti-slavery" never seem to place any blame on the Africans that supplied a vast amount of fellow Africans to the European/Asian slave-trade - it's all whitey or nothing . there were entire civilizations in Africa that were founded and thrived on this practice and guess what - they weren't whiteys .I'm waiting for the day when a defamatory hack media talking head actually has enough guts to ask a black activist about the African complicity in slavery and how they are correcting the wrong by agitating for reparations from the nations of Africa.

Typically in conflict there's the attacker and the defender. Attacks generally provoke defense. So who is the aggressor in this culture war? 

The weaker ideology is the one that usually has to justify itself, so this is crazy to me. These people need to be pointed at by a laughing crowd wherever they go. They need to be put back where they belong playing defense.

The ambition of these people is always the same, which is to de-legitimise the culture of Western countries by means of trashing its history and achievements and replacing them with shame and self-hatred ie. making your enemy attack itself, and this could work too as these can indeed be powerfully destructive forces.

The goal is quite simply to then replace the culture with one that looks and behaves like you instead.

Western Civilization is being challenged by those who know do not wish to learn, do not wish to understand, and do not know humour either.  The countries of Western Civilization allows them these groups to voice their opinions and views, and they choice to try and shout out the voice of others who they do not wish to hear, and only want their voices heard, which for the most part are not worth hearing. How much more do we need people to be open minded, none at all, people are listening and people are willing to discuss, but sadly no one on those sides want to. Rather they wish to live in a victim mentality and a skewing at the historic narratives of the past to look at the smallest details and nothing else. What bullshit. Interesting how the left's stupid talking points are applied whether they're attacking Trump, Farage, Johnson, etc it's all the same nonsense about "No, we're not doing any of these bad things, that's just XXXX trying to distract from all the bad things he's done..." and of course never stating any specifics. I know how the US can fix this problem. Its rather simple and inelegant. The time for talk is over and the only good commie is a dead one. During the Cold War, the Canadian government disappeared communists. Maybe the US should start doing the same. 

Point of order. The Oluwole family emigrated from Ghana within the past fifty years or so. Their ancestors might have owned slaves and were continuing it until the advent of British rule in the 1870's. For him to sit in judgement of Britain over the issue of slavery while his ancestors continued it as the West Africa Squadron of the Royal Navy was putting a stop to it, at the cost of British lives, is repulsive and offensive to me personally.

Straight away, this ideologue espouses in such a divisive way, where he claims to know what, 'white people', think and simultaneously claims to represent what non-white people think, when in reality, the only person he thinks for, (if you can even call it that), is himself.  He's nothing more than a self-aggrandising, 'expert', on nothing other than how to race-bait and speak on behalf of people he hasn't the faintest idea how they think or feel on any of this.  And yet, he keeps getting invited onto television to push his blatant anti-British, anti-white agenda.  Ironically, the only for it is because he isn't white or British.  There is no, 'controversy', to be had, here, except that which these ideologues create.  If the media did as it should and ignore such activists, they would eventually disappear up their own rear ends.  But, seeing as the media are largely instrumental in keeping this nothing burger going for all that it's worth, (because it's quicker and easier than actually finding real things to report on), they're going to keep on giving these insignificant ideologues air-time in order to spout their nonsense to the nation.  The further irony that individuals like this can claim that those against his position are the ones starting a, 'culture war', when he and his ilk are the ones pushing divisive and subversive agendas all of the time.

To top it all off, he states he knows nothing about the Proms or any of the songs sang in it, and yet is so aggrieved by the idea that people are allowed to sing such songs just because they have words in them he doesn't like the sound of, that he's realised he can try to gain some kind of political notoriety by being against them.  This idiot is nothing more than a shill trying desperately to garner attention from anyone who'll listen to his rantings.  And, of course, the mainstream media oblige him and give him air-time, like the politically correct bunch of doofuses they are.  He hasn't a clue what the songs are about, but he's going to tell us anyway.  As expected, he gets it completely wrong.  He tries to conflate the word, 'slaves', within the song to mean, 'black people', when in reality it has nothing to do with them.  The term, 'slaves', means anyone who is being subjugated, therefore the song is proclaiming that Britain will never be subjugated because they, 'rule the waves.'  Nowhere does it state that, 'slaves', is a reference to, 'black people.'  But this ideology is going to push this nonsense, regardless, despite not knowing the first thing about the song it's from.  He then tries to further conflate the issue by claiming the word, 'slaves', is somehow equivalent to using, 'rape', in a song.  Except, it isn't.  It bears relation whatsoever, but he's going to go with it anyway.  False equivalency.  

Nigel Farage comes back with some perfectly reasonable home truths and all this idiot can do is laugh at that which he blatant refuses to accept or understand because it doesn't fit his narrative.  He knows he's wrong, but he couldn't care less.  He's nothing more than a narcissistic little ideologue getting off on making people despise him for the disingenuous, egregious little toad he is.  For once, it seems those within the mainstream media are calling this idiot out on his, 'protest', and give examples of other national patriotic songs, (anthems), that have the same, 'naughty', words in them, and what does this idiot do?  He destroys his own narrative by saying that it depends on the context they were written in!  If only he applied that logic to Rule Britannia, and Land Of Hope And Glory, then this whole pointless debate would never have had to happen.  But then, he wouldn't have gotten the opportunity to get his face on TV, would he?  Which is pretty much the actual reasoning behind his, 'protest.'  It's all about him and his desire for attention.  Which, surprises no-one. the deeper issue is that Femi & BLM represents the irreconcilable differences two races face when trying to co-exist within the same territory, and this problem is compounded further by ideology (i.e. Antifa, Communism, etc.)

the "melting pot" is actually just a mad house and the BBC supporting the wrong side is just a symptom, and getting all excited about the BBC ~hopefully~ getting their comeuppance is just bashing a few nails in the rotten floorboards.Femi hasn't a clue what the song is about, he just knows the word 'slavery' is in it. It's a bit rich for Britain to continue singing Rule, Britannia when the Royal Navy only has 77 commissioned ships, just saying maybe send a few more pounds in the Royal Navy's direction.

Claiming that the song's lyrics are bragging about the slave trade though is utter BS, it's clearly saying Britain shall never be conquered and subjugated by a foreign power (because Britain rules the waves thus no invaders can land armies on its shores).That BLM self victimisation is irrational,destructive,dividing and hypocrite. it's exactly the same with orthodox muslims calling criticism of islam" islamophobia" while Islam by Law has a death penalty for leaving islam for homosexuality,atheism and blasphemy... even in the 21st century in several Islamic countries. 

We live in crazy times, seems like standing up against this Propaganda is our generations  war.

All in the upper registers due to timidity or hysteria. Lower middle class trying to pass as one tier up or one tier down. Unconvincing use of obscenities. Faux indignation or outrage. Prolix. But giving no evidence of an original insight, or even anything a dispassionate observer could recognise as true.

I cannot believe that Mr Oluwole has no knowledge of the conditions in Britain at the time the song was made, we stopped the trade of slaves years before dealing with the raiders who were enslaving our own citizens!

The facts are that in 1807 the British government with an unanimous vote decided in the abolishing the slave trade, the Barbary Pirates (who had been kidnapping British citizens for hundreds of years, mostly fishermen but on at least one occasion entire villages) were put to bed in 1816, (9 years later) by a multi-national force including the UK and US.

This in itself was an amazing bit of diplomacy given the two powers had just finished fighting each other the war of 1812-1815. The other point, which nobody seems to have mentioned, is that this chaps family/ancestors came to the UK by choice. They were free to come  and if he finds the country so objectionable why bother staying, he is not a slave, Britain has not had slave for hundreds of years and he is free to go; nobody will seek to prevent him doing so.I don't know why the West is so pilloried for engaging in an institution that has existed world-wide since civilization began, It was the West that has led the way in ending the practice. By the way the fight is still not won. Just look to places like Libya, Mali and Sudan to find open instances of the practice holding on or coming back. I wonder if those black lives matter? The word slave literally comes from the word Slav as so many people from the Balkans were enslaved by the Turks and the Barbary pirates. Take a brave man to defend, and argue for, the BBC's craven submission to the progressive identitarian far-left when its remit is to serve the whole nation not a clique's delusional views. So, step forward Femi - a graduate of the Terry Christian School of Cowardice and Imbecility - first class honours. When he goes (Femi) a blue plaque will need mounted above his hovel door with a suitable inscription. He simply hates Britain and will find issue with any anthem.

Rule Victoria:

When Batman and Wurundjeri made agree,

A place for one and all to come and see…

A place that once was for all harmony.

But tyranny took over, and this was not to be!

Yet here we stand and sing united and free:

Rule VICTORIA!  MELBURNIANS be BRAVE!  

Dan nor COVID will NEVER make us SLAVES!

Rule VICTORIA!  MELBURNIANS be BRAVE!  

Dan nor COVID will NEVER make us SLAVES!

When gold was found and people sought their claim.

From all the lands they came, with tyranny remain…

Lalor and all by-vote swore oaths to refrain.

This was the Stockade; Eureka did they stand!  

And we sing of their liberty across this land:

Rule VICTORIA!  MELBURNIANS be BRAVE!  

Dan nor COVID will NEVER make us SLAVES!

Rule VICTORIA!  MELBURNIANS be BRAVE!  

Dan nor COVID will NEVER make us SLAVES!

From Federation to World Wars One and Two,

Those before us served by-vote or gun for you…

So freedoms you once had now lost to Flu.

Tyranny’s before us, we consented from fear!

But now return our freedoms, we sing clear:

Rule VICTORIA!  MELBURNIANS be BRAVE!  

Dan nor COVID will NEVER make us SLAVES!

Rule VICTORIA!  MELBURNIANS be BRAVE!  

Dan nor COVID will NEVER make us SLAVES!

I never cared:

I never cared if you were “gay“ until you started shoving it in my face, and the faces of our children.

I never cared what colour you were, until you started blaming my race for your problems.

I never cared about your political affiliation until you started to condemn me for mine.

I never cared where you were born until you wanted to erase my history and blame my ancestors for your current problems.

I never cared if you were well-off or poor, until you said you were discriminated against, when I was promoted because I worked harder.

I never cared if your beliefs were different from mine, until you said my beliefs were wrong.

I never cared to if I owned a gun until you told me I wouldn’t be allowed to. (or take the ones I own legally)

Now I care, and now my patience and tolerance are gone.

I’m not alone in feeling this way there are millions of us who do and we have had enough

So we should apologize for something in our past that was a bad thing?

Sorry to break it to you but slavery wasn't a bad thing then, or people obviously wouldn't have done it. It's not like people were "Hey this is a really bad thing... Oh well, time to go get some more slaves."

Civilizations perceptions of good and bad change over time.

Should we be ashamed that our viking ancestors raided the UK coastline? Or that our celtic ancestors collected heads? No. If you have a problem with it then it's your problem. Stop being a victim

I don't usually get mad at stuff like this, but to see Femi smirking and laughing while Nigel is talking about the loss of British life during the fight to end slavery, that pissed me off

Nobody seems to recognise the British sailors lives lost and expense by the Royal Navy in fighting slavery worldwide for a century, at a time when it was legal in many countries. "For over a century, Britain stood at the forefront of the push to end [slavery and the slave trade], using much effort, losing many lives, spending much money, and exerting much diplomatic pressure to achieve these goals. Yet, you would not know it today from the narrative from campaigners and activists keen to denigrate Britain’s history and to destroy our sense of identity in and through it."This is fairly basic stuff, it was written at a time deep into the legalities of the slave trade being decided in the UK courts and not to the positive for that industry. It was written at a time when British controlled governors of colonies were declaring slavery illegal or at least extremely morally reprehensible, at a time when such things were not stated. Also Britannia still rules the waves, government choosing not to enforce international law is another thing entirely - it could easily do so if it chose to. The strength of the Anglosphere societies is not so much in their raw power....but in their pliancy. They are willing to bend - quite a bit - to accommodate antagonistic and aggressive ideologies.But pliant things they bounce back, with all that pressure stored up. When that happens, they snap back with force in a direction opposing that antagonistic force. and it's wise not to have your face in the way when they do.

The Wild Rapparee/Whiskey In The Jar

The Wild Rapparee

How green are the fields that washed the Finn
How grand are the houses the Peelers live in
How fresh are the crops in the valleys to see
But the heath is the home of the wild rapparee

Away out on the moors where the wind shrieks and howls
Sure, he'll find his lone home there amongst the wild foul
No one there to welcome, no comrade was he
God help the poor outlaw, the wild rapparee

He robbed many rich of their gold and their crown
He outrode the soldiers who hunted him down
Alas, he has boasted they will never take me,
Not a swordsman will capture the wild rapparee

There's a stone covered grave on the wild mountainside.
There's a plain wooden cross on which this is inscribed:
Kneel down, dear stranger, say an Ave for me
I was sentenced to death being a wild rapparee

Whiskey In The Jar

It's as I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains

I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier

Saying stand and deliver for I am your bold deceiver

Whack for my daddy O

Whack for my daddy O

There's whiskey in the jar O

I counted up my money and it made a pretty penny

I took that money home and I gave it to my Jenny

She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me

But the devil take the women for they never can be easy

I went into my chamber for to take a little slumber

I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder

But Jenny took my charges and filled them up with water

And sent for Captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter

It was early in the morning before I rose to travel

Surrounded by the footmen and likewise Captain Farrell

I went for my old pistol for they'd stolen my old rapier

But I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken

If anyone can save me it's my brother in the army I think that he is stationed in Cork or in Killarney

And if he would be here we would be roving in Kilkenny

I know he'd treat be better than my darling sporting Jenny

Now some take delight in the fishing and the fowling others take delight in the carriage wheels rolling

I takes delight in the juice of the barley and counting pretty women in the morning so early

Misirlou/Uskudara/Sari Gelin

Misirlou

Desert shadows creep across purple sands natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.

There, silhouetted under and eastern star I see my long lost Blossom Of Shalimar

You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one.

Old temple bells are calling across the sand we will find our Kismet answering love's command.

You, Misirlou, are a dream of delight in the night.

To an oasis, sprinkled by stars above Heaven will guide us, Allah will bless our love

Uskudara

On the way to Üsküdar, rain poured down.

My clerk's frock coat is long, with its skirt muddied.

It seems the clerk just woke up, his eyes are languid.

The clerk belongs to me, I belong to the clerk, what is it to others?

How handsome my clerk looks with starched shirts!

On the way to Üsküdar, I found a handkerchief.

I filled the handkerchief with Turkish delight.

As I was looking for my clerk, I found him next to me.

The clerk belongs to me, I belong to the clerk, what is it to others?

How handsome my clerk looks with starched shirts!

Sari Gelin

Don't braid the end of your hair,don't pluck the flower while it's young, yellow bride. 

Don't braid the end of your hair, don't pluck the flower while it's young, yellow bride.

You were born for love with me;  We were born to love each other; 

You are the only one; on earth, in life, in the sky. You are my sunshine, my fire. 

I fell in love with you on a moonlit night The sun, a man and yellow bride 

The only star, land and your breath, I love life, life is you. 

My eyes that see you are full of eagerness, You came into my dream like a ray, yellow bride.

What kind of love is this? They won't let me marry you. 

What should I do, what should I do, yellow bride? 

What kind of love is this? They won't give you to me.

It's me, looking for you among the stars. Answer me, don't break my heart! 

I will breathe with your warm breath, I will remember you all my life, 

Enough! dry your tears, don't cry! Don't keep the fire in your heart too long, 

Your destined happiness is written on your forehead. Pure love within one night. 

But this is only a dream and you are in my dream, You are my yellow bride among my wishes.

What kind of love is this? They won't let us marry. 

What should I do, what should I do, yellow bride? 

What kind of love is this? They won't give you to me.

It's us, only us and the sky, You came to me in this utter night. 

The light woke me up, and we got separated among the stars. 

Hear my crying, I felt this sharp pain in my heart, Love is a game and I was winning, 

I couldn't imagine such an end. but you wanted death, You achieved your goal in the end, yellow bride.

What kind of love is this? They won't let me marry you. 

What should I do, what should I do, yellow bride? 

You are my yellow bride, You are my yellow bride.

Along this valley, Give the lamb back to me, shepherd You are my yellow bride

Crowbar Tribute EP

 All I Had (I Gave)

How long have I given all I've got here I stand
My days and nights now are solitude I struggle on
I've paid my price
All I had I gave
All I had I gave

So much still lingers inside my head I've lost it all
No trace of tolerance I can find an empty heart
I've paid my price
All I had I gave
All I had I gave

Save all that you feel for me

Save all that you feel for me

Planets Collide

Swollen eyes that bleed for you

Cold steel bars I'm watching through

You've been baptised in a lake of tears

Crucified yourself with your own fears

But you learn from what's killing you and this time it's real

Beyond your prayers too numb to feel

Beyond your prayers

Deepest darkest thoughts you dream

Curing's harder than it seems

Slave to no one but your misery

Broken man lies where you used to be

Now watch the planets collide

The Lasting Dose

Sometimes I need the fuel I drain from you

That lasting dose turns cold and blue

I've died before so many times

In time reborn, in time I'll find

That everlasting glow that blinds my view

My apathy turns through and through

This war inside has drained my will

Those things I've done were overkill

I've felt the pain of a brutal war

I feel the pain of a lasting war

Slave No More

Slowly drowning through my own abuse nothing changes anymore

Thought I’d taste the freedom long ago not the man I was before

Slave no more slave no more

Hold that bottle as I start to sink comatose and fading slow

One more time I always tell myself dragged down by the undertow

Dead Sun

Releasing the hatred of enemies lost friends

You give me a smile for some sympathy I can’t hide it now

A tribute to man’s doubt in loyalty it’s long gone

You talk about honour then spit on me I won’t hold it

Cold, dead, sun I feel love for you is gone

The deep ugly scars that you’ve given me they won’t die

The need to forgive is haunting me I must give in

Cold, dead, sun I feel love for you is gone

Liquid Sky And Cold Black Earth

Liquid sky and cold black earth thank you for this new rebirth

Things are not what they should be broken soul has been set free

Will to live was sinking slow I had fallen far below

Burning song did not exist emptiness and swollen fists

Through you I've been reborn

My world no longer torn!

Now the tears have dried and gone living for the golden dawn

Time's no longer standing still lost the pain and gained the will

Through you I've been reborn

My world no longer torn!

This darkness fades away

The light begins to stay!

Thin Lizzy Tribute EP

Jailbreak

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in this town

See me and the boys we don't like it so we are getting up and going down

Hiding low looking right to left if you see us coming I think it's best
To move away do you hear what I say from under my breath
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in the town
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak so don't you be around

Tonight there's gonna be trouble some of us won't survive
See the boys and me mean business busting out dead or alive
I can hear the hound dogs on my trail all hell breaks loose, alarm and sirens wail
Like the game if you lose go to jail

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in the town

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak so don't you be around

Tonight there's gonna trouble I'm gonna find myself in
Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak so woman stay with a friend
You know it's safer breakout!
Tonight there's gonna be a breakout into the city zones
Don't you dare to try and stop us no one could for long
Searchlight on my trail tonight's the night all systems fail

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in the town

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak so don't you be around

You good looking female come here!

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in the town

Tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak so don't you be around

Tonight there's gonna be trouble I'm gonna find myself in

Tonight there's gonna be trouble so woman stay with a friend

The Boys Are Back In Town

Guess who just got back today them wild-eyed boys that had been away

Haven't changed, haven't much to say but man, I still think them cats are great

They were asking if you were around how you was, where you could be found

I told them you were living downtown driving all the old men crazy

The boys are back in town

You know the chick that used to dance a lot every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got

Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot I mean she was steaming

That time over at Johnny's place well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face

Man we just fell about the place if that chick don't want to know, forget her

The boys are back in town

Spread the word around the boys are back in town

Spread the word around the boys are back in town

Friday night they'll be dressed to kill down at Dino's bar and grill

The drink will flow and blood will spill if the boys want to fight, you'd better let them

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favourite song 

The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long

It won't be long till summer comes now that the boys are here again

The boys are back in town

Emerald

Down from the glen came the marching men with their shields and their swords

To fight the fight they believed to be right overthrow the overlords

To the town where there was plenty they brought plunder, swords and flame

When they left the town was empty children would never play again

From their graves I heard the fallen above the battle cry

By that bridge near the border there were many more to die

Then onward over the mountain and outward towards the sea

They had come to claim the Emerald without it they could not leave

Angel Of Death

I've seen a fire start in Frisco the day that the earth quaked

I've seen buildings blazing throwing up in flames

I heard men, women and children crying out to their God for mercy

But their God didn't listen so they were burned alive

They went down, down, deep underground in the great disaster

I was hanging out in Berlin in the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty nine

I've seen Hitler's storm troopers march right across the Maginot line

I've seen Two World Wars I've seen men send rockets out into space

I foresee a holocaust an angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep underground a great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher by the name of Nostradamus

Who prophesied that in the late twentieth century an angel of death shall waste this land

A holocaust the likes of which this planet had never seen

Now, I ask you do you believe this to be true?

I was standing by the bedside the night that my father died

He was crying out in pain to his God he said have mercy, mercy

His body was riddled with a disease unknown to man so he expected no cure

But before he died that night he was lost, insane

He went down, down, deep underground a great disaster

You'll go down, down, deep underground a great disaster

Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry mountains.

I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting

I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier.

I said stand o'er and deliver or the devil he may take ya.

Whack for my Daddy O

Whack for my Daddy O

There's whiskey in the jar O

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny.

I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly.

She swore that she'd love me, never would she leave me.

But the devil take that woman for you know she tricked me easy.

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.

Taking my money with me and I never knew the danger.

For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.

I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Now some men like the fishing and some men like the fowling

And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roaring

Me? I like sleeping especially in my Molly's chamber.

But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain

Fighting My Way Back

I'm tough, rough, ready and able

To pick myself up from under this table

Don't stick no sign on me, I got no label

I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable

But I'm fighting my way back

I'm busting out and I'm going in

I'm kicking up about the state I'm in

Looking to my future, not my past

I want to be a good boy but how long can it last

Fighting my way back

This kid is going to wreck and ruin

I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing

You see it happened all a little too soon

But it's all there in this here tune

Fighting my way back