Off the bat!

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

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

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 

[Chorus:] 

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 

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)

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!

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!

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 . . .

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.