1. |
The Sentry
07:16
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The forest matches on
Leaves rustle from a whisper
Embers grow into a flame
The ground trembles in their wake
I signal the guardsmen
Cosigning their demise
"Brace yourselves now,
Or run for your lives!"
Put the bolt on the frame
Pull back the string
HOLD
TAKE AIM
FIRE AT WILL
The towers topple over
As we are overwhelmed
Our display of force
Overcome by their swell.
They reach for me
Grasping at my mail
Ripping from my body
My limbs and entrails.
the last thing I see
the swarm finding their king
and setting ablaze
the fortress walls
The people spoke
and what they said,
"Power to the people,
not the one at the top."
Death to the heart,
The jewel of the kingdom.
Take back what is ours!
Break the chains!
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2. |
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Bog Witch
Alive!
This swamp is alive.
Brambles catching my footsteps,
Thorny pricks in my stride.
Bog fumes fill my lungs
Fueling dark rituals.
Witch culling the flock,
Swamp magic calls.
Left to rot
In the bog,
Demonized
And cast away.
Vengeance
For the wicked,
Feeding on lambs
Led astray.
Witch!
Do not stray
For I await,
Begging for blood,
Praying for death.
I am the demon.
I am your nightmare,
Beckoning you
To your violent sleep.
Condemned.
I am condemned
To decompose,
To rot,
To become
This bog.
Witch!
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3. |
In Good Company
03:42
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We are ghosts
We haunt the halls of every person we come to know
The flies on the wall for all of life's events
"How you been? How's the family?"
"We're going to Florida for the fucking week!"
"How's the kids? How's the family?"
"We're going to Florida for the fucking week!"
"How're your kids? How's the family?"
"We're going to Florida for the fucking week!"
Fuck you!
The flies on the wall in your room
Turn away from the ugly truth.
"We're better than this" We all are
Your pain's not a shared experience
The ears on the walls don't speak
And these mouths aren't fucking listening
Go up onto that stage
Bare yourself for the world to see
Take hold of the vanity
Inside of you
Sink into your solitude
Sink into your solitude
Go up onto that stage
Bare yourself for the world to see
Sink into your solitude
Long live your misery
Sink into your solitude
Sink into your solitude
Keep sinking keep sinking
Keep sinking keep sinking
Keep sinking
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4. |
Pariah
05:22
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It visited again,
Quietly creeping in,
Or was it with applause?
Maybe a violent coup.
It stared into my heart,
Through my eyes and nerves.
Bleeding it's putrid stench
Into my heart, into my blood.
Until all at once, I was there again,
But I wasn't really there.
And the people around
Preyed upon me,
Sparing no morsel of dignity,
No shred of catharsis left.
And just as suddenly as it came,
It went again.
And so did I arrive again,
Where I had departed.
The vision of what I must do in my mind.
I'll go to the tallest cliff. I will climb.
Throw myself to the stones.
Break free from this prison my soul.
The summit is within my sight.
I spread my arms to take flight.
Valkyries, hear my call!
Carry me to the halls
Of my fathers before.
Sail me to golden shores.
Fly!
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Upon golden boar,
In sylvan halls
New life is born
From his call
Out onto
The plain of war
Rides out the god
Of seed and spore
Weapons are not needed this day,
He rejoices,
With bare hands he slays
Hail Freyr
God of the earth
Hail Freyr
God of the earth
Looking out to the horizon
A host of giant's steel shines in the sun
Alone he sits upon his mount
He spurs it towards the enemy band
He rips them apart
Limb from limb
Dragging their bodies through the fields
Sewing the seeds of ancients
With blood from the enemy's heads
Hail Freyr
The god of the earth
Holy grove forest arise
Ingvi-Frey returns to Alfheim's halls
The forces of evil again did fall
Muscles torn and covered in blood
He treats his battered skin with mead and mud
His body is tired, his kingdom is won
His body is tired, his kingdom is won
He sits in blissful meditation
In blood-blackened soil
The Holy Grove of Garth
Around him rises saplings
Of sacred green, they sprout
Of sacred green, they sprout
Hail Freyr, god of the earth
Holy grove forest arise
Heil Freyr, the God of the earth!
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