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As tides are turning
As the moon drifts away
So the food will spoil
The sickness hollows graves
The best lack all conviction
While evil takes its form
Slouching towards Bethlehem
The beast to be born
Welcome to the woods
Travellers from the false dawn
The idea of hope remains
But the hope itself is gone.
Empires too big to fail now fall
Letting out their dying call
In the shadows of a burning sun
Where death is now dominion
Life has changed
All you once loved is gone
The society you knew
The old ways cannot live on
Welcome to the woods
Travellers from the false dawn
The idea of hope remains
But the hope itself is gone.
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The Hadal Level
06:26
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I'm sinking fast but
Never letting despair get in my way
Though I know my love
Will never see the light of day
Down we go falling further now
Was there a time when I was ok?
Yes I've seen your oblivion
There in mine own face
To thine own self be true
Fools abundant now
In the death of reason
In the age of doom
They're selling hope for pennies
So worthless is it now
Cowering in the temples
Bashing down the doors
The certainty you crave is gone
Era of the blackest swan
Transgress the final boundary
Of civility once blessed
To thine own self be true
Fools abundant now
In the death of reason
In the age of doom
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3. |
Nuclear Wind Blues
05:14
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Tiny minds searching for patterns
How I loath the humans now
Failing by their own ideals
In ignorance they drown
They come at night in search of food
Scratching at the doors
Can't sleep though I'm tired
Not until the dawn
Chorus:
Nuclear wind
Clean my skin
When it comes to find me
Make my bones neat and tidy
Lay them down with my ancestors
Lay them down with my own kind
With a sense of belonging
In life I did not find
In the ashes of the fallout
An ill wind, cuts me too
Tell me where you thought
Your hate was leading you
Marooned on this stagnant rock
On post apocalyptic earth
How easily they turned on one another
How easily they burned
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Death By Glacier
06:39
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Old soul
Dead heart
Old scars
New pain
Crushing regret
Nothing left
Slow days
Cold pressed
Imperceptible change
Feels so strange
Like a weight
Upon my chest
I want to feel
The warmth of the sun
Not slow death
From a thousand cuts
I want to live
With a heart that's open
But they say
I'm cold, I'm broken
Days go on
Months to years
Hopes freeze
Into fears
Old friends
Drift away
As love wanes
Only I remain
Falling apart
Glacial pace
Never noticed
Time invade
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The Melanope
05:33
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Your sycophancy did not suffice
Sat there shaking as the gods played dice
Upon a crow dark dead writhing sea
The vessel creaked underneath your feet
Waves of judgement far from any shore
Pray to the devil and all the dark lords
Lost in the unrelenting storm
Twelve souls adrift on the Melanope
Chorus
A thousand fathoms down
Satan heard our prayers
A fate worse than death
Is a life that never ends
The sea grew calm as the fog appeared
The deal you made is your biggest fear
You will not succumb to an ocean grave
And death will never know your name
No wind just mist, no stars, no plan
To sail forever, and never to find land
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6. |
Silence Mortal
05:28
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Here I am the mortal
Living as the mortals do
All the things that limit them
Like chains now bind me too
Here I am a person
My god self sleeps too long
In a dream I fled from boredom
But now it's gone so wrong
Silence
Silence mortal
Silence
Lead me from the realm
And I have felt too deeply
And I have thought too long
I have begged forgiveness
Release me from this form
So we must toke and thick grey smoke
Blocking out this normal life
And If I see the devil's face
It just means that I'm high
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We Ride Pale Horses Wales, UK
With a few core musicians from Wales, and some guest vocalists from around the globe, all collaborating during lockdown
Includes members of the group Viva La Burn
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