Current lineup:
Jason Tarpey - vocals,
Arthur Rizk - drums,
John Powers - guitar,
Brad Raub - bass,
Past members:
Blake Ibanez - guitar,
Carlos Llanas - guitar,
Gregg Higgins - guitar,
Christian Larsson - guitar,
Wade Allison (R.I.P.) - guitar,
Sean Weingartner - bass,
Bongo Brungardt - drums,
Van Darden - drums
The Last King of Pictdom
Eternal Champion Lyrics
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And they still meet our battle call
Atlantean wolves, they fight
Let hawks clean their bones
Crossed blades of iron await their faulting weary hordes
We've claimed the Highlands, ours by right and ours alone
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs
The last king of Pictdom leads a clan across the moor
Light flames for them to see
Their heads will hang from my hand
This reign can never be
Forced south they're hiding. They have heard our drums of war
They'd claim the island, but can't take our northern hold
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs
The last king of Pictdom leads his clan across the moor
Bring forth those who'd conquer
Light flames for them to see
Their heads will hang from my hand
This reign can never be
Cry in the night, the last of them dies
And I feel the calm hush in the night
The silence is broken by wolves of the fight
Dark turns to light, and the blood of the fools is stained to the stone
Hush in the night, the silence is broken by wolves of the fight
The know who they've tread upon
And they still meet our battle call
Atlantean wolves, they fight
And let hawks clean their bones
The Last King of Pictdom by Eternal Champion is a song that reflects on the historical struggles of the Picts, who were an ancient people that inhabited Scotland during the Roman era. The song describes the Picts' defiance against the Roman Empire and their fight to maintain control of their homeland. It speaks of a last king of Pictdom that leads his clan across the moor to reclaim their land from the Romans. The Picts were proud of their heritage and the song conveys that message in its lyrics. The last king of Pictdom is a symbol of the resistance and the pride of the Pictish people.
The lyrics also have a metaphorical meaning, representing the courage and determination of the underdogs fighting against overwhelming odds. The Picts knew who they were up against, but they still continued to fight, showing their strength and resilience. The "Atlantean wolves" reflect bravery and strength, while "hawks cleaning their bones" may represent the triumph of good over evil. The song's lyrics stand as a reminder of the strength and bravery of Scotland's ancient warriors, and their willingness to defend their homelands from invaders.
Line by Line Meaning
They know who they've tread upon
We are aware of our enemies and their attempts to conquer us
And they still meet our battle call
Despite knowing our strength, our enemies still choose to fight us
Atlantean wolves, they fight
We fight fiercely and bravely like wolves from the legendary Atlantis
Let hawks clean their bones
We want the enemy to suffer defeat so badly that not a single trace of them remains
Crossed blades of iron await their faulting weary hordes
Our swords, made of iron and strength, stand ready to defeat any weak forces of the enemy
We've claimed the Highlands, ours by right and ours alone
Our heritage and ancestral right justify our claim over the Highlands
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs
The end of Roman rule is near, and they shall receive no mercy
The last king of Pictdom leads a clan across the moor
Our fearless king leads us to battle, charged with the responsibility to defend our land
Bring forth those who'd conquer
We challenge our enemy to come forth and face us in battle
Light flames for them to see
We light torches to show them the path to their ultimate defeat
Their heads will hang from my hand
We shall be victorious, and their decapitated heads will be proof of their failure
This reign can never be
Our clan's reign is absolute and impervious
Forced south they're hiding. They have heard our drums of war
Our enemies have retreated to the south, having heard the beat of our war drums
They'd claim the island, but can't take our northern hold
Our enemies are desperate to claim our island but are unable to defeat us in the north
Cry in the night, the last of them dies
Their defeat echoes a mournful cry throughout the enemy camp
And I feel the calm hush in the night
The silence that follows the victory is peaceful and satisfying
The silence is broken by wolves of the fight
Our joyful victory howls break the peaceful silence of the night
Dark turns to light, and the blood of the fools is stained to the stone
Our triumph brings light to the darkness of war, and the enemy's blood stains the ground as a reminder of their defeat
Hush in the night, the silence is broken by wolves of the fight
The howls of joy and victory of our clan break the peaceful silence once again
Writer(s): bongo brungardt
Contributed by Alexander T. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@JacktMaxium
THE LAST KING OF PICTDOM
They know who they've tread upon, and they still meet our battle call.
Atlantean wolves, they fight, let hawks clean their bones!
Crossed blades of iron await their faulting weary hordes.
We've claimed the Highlands, ours by right and ours alone.
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs.
The last king of Pictdom leads a clan across the moor.
Bring forth those who'd conquer.
Light flames for them to see.
Their heads will hang from my hand.
This reign can never be.
Forced south they're hiding. They have heard our drums of war.
They'd claim the island, but can't take our northern hold.
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs.
The last king of Pictdom leads his clan across the moor!
Bring forth those who'd conquer.
Light flames for them to see.
Their heads will hang from my hand!
This reign can never be.
Cry in the night. The last of them dies and I feel the calm hush in the night.
The silence is broken by wolves of the fight.
Dark turns to light, and the blood of the fools is stained to the stone. Hush in the night...the silence is broken by wolves of the fight.
The know who they've tread upon. And they still meet our battle call.
Atlantean wolves, they fight and let hawks clean their bones.
@easytarget00
They know who they've tread upon, and they still meet our battle call
Atlantean wolves, they fight, let hawks clean their bones!
Crossed blades of iron await their faulting weary hordes
We've claimed the Highlands, ours by right and ours alone
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs
The last king of Pictdom leads a clan across the moor
Bring forth those who'd conquer
Light flames for them to see
Their heads will hang from my hand
This reign can never be
Forced south they're hiding. They have heard our drums of war
They'd claim the island, but can't take our northern hold
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs
The last king of Pictdom leads his clan across the moor!
Bring forth those who'd conquer
Light flames for them to see
Their heads will hang from my hand!
This reign can never be
Cry in the night. The last of them dies and I feel the calm hush in the night
The silence is broken by wolves of the fight
Dark turns to light, and the blood of the fools is stained to the stone. Hush in the night...the silence is broken by wolves of the fight
@JacktMaxium
THE LAST KING OF PICTDOM
They know who they've tread upon, and they still meet our battle call.
Atlantean wolves, they fight, let hawks clean their bones!
Crossed blades of iron await their faulting weary hordes.
We've claimed the Highlands, ours by right and ours alone.
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs.
The last king of Pictdom leads a clan across the moor.
Bring forth those who'd conquer.
Light flames for them to see.
Their heads will hang from my hand.
This reign can never be.
Forced south they're hiding. They have heard our drums of war.
They'd claim the island, but can't take our northern hold.
The light is falling, no dawn for Roman dogs.
The last king of Pictdom leads his clan across the moor!
Bring forth those who'd conquer.
Light flames for them to see.
Their heads will hang from my hand!
This reign can never be.
Cry in the night. The last of them dies and I feel the calm hush in the night.
The silence is broken by wolves of the fight.
Dark turns to light, and the blood of the fools is stained to the stone. Hush in the night...the silence is broken by wolves of the fight.
The know who they've tread upon. And they still meet our battle call.
Atlantean wolves, they fight and let hawks clean their bones.
@Bigotdweller
i think eternal champion is my favorite band
@sniffingdogartofficial7257
I...
I might have to agree with you.
@patrickdolan6480
When I hear this I just imagine Bran and the Picts vanquishing enemies with steal.
@christofferhougaard
2:17
mhmmmm! Hush in the night! Such a good qoute!
@nerdrage6970
Sons of Atlantis, we are descended not from apes, but from gods!
@James-qq2vq
100% fact!
@rockespiritualidade2831
perfect sound
@Julius_Mosca
Bran Mak Morn!
@massivemike7358
HELLYEAH!