Saturday, 28 December 2013

Off the bat!

Richard Corben: Bad For Good with no headings (Worked by Zoltar1979)

Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Thy Kingdom Come

James Carroll Beckwith: The Emperor

Behold in the sky is the rising Son
We let these chains be undone
Thy Kingdom Come
Thy Will Be Done
For he who has an ear, I pray that he might hear

Sunday, 22 December 2013

Ride of the Templars

Viktor Vasnetsov: Russian Armored Warrior

Riding and flying on the wings of storm 
Under the shadow of the "Beauceant" 
In the solitude of this sea of sand 
Steel may be a good companion 

Templar knights come in the dawn 
Like a white storm of blood thirsty birds 
Breaking in the enemy camp 
In a whirlwind of swords 

Twenty two against one thousand 
Cutting shields breaking bones 
Furiously hammering in the bloody mist of battle 
Under the red light of sky 

Black and white, darkness and light 
Death and life, pray and fight 
Cross and crescent, evil and good 
All this called "Baphomet" 

Feel the sweet caress of the warm breeze of dunes 
Hear the wail of wind through the mountains 
The vision fade away 
On the red hot sand 
So close your eyes 
Son of the northern mist 
Awake the knowledge 
Light on the torch inside 
Man came from over the sea 

Thursday, 19 December 2013

The Broken Sword

John Howe - Aragorn

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
(J.R.R. Tolkien)

(Mystery - Broken Sword)

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Far over the misty mountains cold

John Howe: Smaug

(Far over the misty mountains cold by J.R.R. Tolkien)

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

No more hell to pay!

Mihály Zichy: The_Triumph of the Genius of Destruction

I am taking it a day at a time
and I don't care what the doubting voices say
I am lifting up the Name that will shine
and the light of heaven's brighter everyday

Oh, I know that it's rough
though I know there is pain
Even so when it's tough
I will not be ashamed!

If the dawn reveals the end of days
I'll follow You till there's no more hell to pay!
You have given me a gift I won't deny
and You're offering a better world to come
The sorrow of tomorrows left so far behind
with the joy of what this life will soon become

If I'm deep in the storm,
if I'm caught in the rain
From the time I was born
it's You that always remained!

If the sun has fallen from the sky
and the stars that shine begin to hide
When the night has stolen everyday
I'll follow You till there's no more hell to pay!

Friday, 6 December 2013

War in Heaven

Luca Giordano: The Fall of the Rebel Angels

They rise from this fiery region,
On dragon-like wings, by thousands they've come to war.
And dark are the Seraphic Legions,
With armor and shield, they raise their flaming swords.
In the name of the Archangel Lucifer
The Legions hath come, to divide and to conquer
Thy kingdom, Thy power, Thy throne,
The Seraphic legions they goe . . .

The celestial armies of heaven,
Descend from the Sovereign's sky forth God's command.
And lo, Michael with sword in hand,
He leads the Lordian Guard to slay to damn.
In the name of the Almighty Father,
The angels hath come to cast out the Legions
Forever, to the infernal realm,
From heaven to hell . . .

On chariots of thunder and lightning,
On Lordian Steeds the angels smite their foe.
And the Seraph they fall to destruction,
As the hounds and the carrion of hell feast on their corpse.
Now lost is the Archangel Lucifer,
Who thought in his mind, he could rise to Empyrean dominion
'Til fate was his foe,
The will of God his woe . . .

Monday, 2 December 2013

The shepherd and the lamb

Frederick Sandys: Proud Maisie

Long ago in the land of the wolf and the raven
Deep down a valley, once a village
So dark and cold, way out of sunlight
Beyond an evil spell, eternal night.

When you walk through the mist
In the valley of darkness
And on to the village of ice
In the castle of snow
Far beyond what’s below
The devil’s kissing the lady in white.

Oh rise, sun rise
Mighty and bright
Shine over land
The shepherd and the lamb
Chase evil off this land.

White as snow, the only light of winter
Bright as the morning sun and it’s glory
She calls me to her when it’s colder
Lays a whisper on my shoulder.

Oh, so cold in the land of the wolf and the raven
Deep in the valley once a flower
Half man, half wolf, she’s in the tower
The village ruled by evil powers.