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Garden of Thorns
07:20
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I'm on the final journey that leads me yonder through the woods
I'm on the final journey that's taking me across the sea
I'm on the final journey I follow the road over the thorns
I'm on the final journey - unstoppable pagan calls
We die for thee on stormy seas
We keep the faith we follow the call
The pagan winds blow us forth
Ancestors weep from hall up high
We never stop we don't give in
Our future is grim and dim
Keep the faith - heed the call
Pagain winds - call the hordes
Keep the faith - scarred by thorns
Unholy and grotesque anarchist hordes
You give us nothing to live
You give us nothing to die
We're gonna take all you have
Leaving the bones to the gulls
You want nothing for nothing
You want nothing for sport
But we don't feel it anymore
The banner dawns red in blood
There's a crack in the spirit
From which voices are heard
There's a sparrow on the wire
Plucking a tune about us
I remember October, I remember the gulls
I can still see your face - It still haunts me now
And I recall every word - every unwanted touch
I cleanse my spirit - Like plucking the thorns from a rose
I remember your hair - knowing that we've already lost
Remember, remember - remember us
I rid my soul from the filth
I rid my soul from the lies
In a garden of roses
There's a rose there for us
I rid my soul from the filth
I rid the rose from the lies
I chose a meaning from truth
Like plucking the thorns from a rose
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2. |
The Witch Bell
07:18
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Never Again
The suffocating oppression
By mankind defined
Without a question
We were made for each other you know
The uprising grows
Never again
The incomprehensible destruction
The grotesque enslavement
Of the children
They'll do it again
The decrepit defilement
Insestous engagement
No master
No god
The empty decision is ours
Left to die a slave
You know
The Witch Bell tolls!
Never Again
The suffocating oppression
By mankind defined
Without a question
We were made for each other you know
The uprising grows
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3. |
Ensam I Natt
01:53
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4. |
Defiled and Satanized
05:40
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Thine holy realms are burning
Your riches are all spent
Our repugnant plot is carried out
Your blood paints our flesh in filth
Your children are all radicalized
Your values crushed and utterly sexualized
The hungry are now due
Defiled and satanized
You are defiled and satanized
Defiled and satanized
Utterly defiled and satanized
Together we are one decrepit and rotting mass of dirt
Together we will take all of that which is withheld from us
And you - yes you would watch us lose it all
Even as a traitor of your own - sodomized from birth
The hour of the horns
Spread your wings before the hordes
Defiled and satanized
You are defiled and satanized
Defiled and satanized
Utterly defiled and satanized
Death would be a welcome release
Salvation from this morbidity
Pigs would make you work like a slave
They will feast on you in your grave
Defiled and satanized
You are defiled and satanized
Defiled and satanized
Utterly defiled and satanized
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Your body is torn
Your bones are dust
The cycle is broken
Your past is done
Far away from where you were born
Far away from the place where you were born
The path is broken
The roads lead yonder
Deny the portents written on your stones
I am one forsaken
I am one forgotten
I watched the reptiles, the stars, the oceans
Far in the lands of silence
Far in the lands bereft of young
Far in the lands of the sleeper
Dreaming of lands beyond
Far in the lands of silence
Far in the lands bereft of young
Lies now the sleeper
Dreaming of times gone
När kärleken
Ger oss liv
Då föddes allt
Genom tid
Där bortom allt
Ser vi klar
Där livet blir olevbart
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6. |
As I Lay Waiting
06:32
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Thine is the power!
I crave the light of day
Shield me
My bones are brittle
Deceive me
I am another's soul
As I lay waiting
The grave forgotten, but the dead still rot
And I was once a god
I was laid to rest
In an unmarked grave
Imagine the jest
No one remembers
What the sun was like
Last they spoke my name
And carved my sign with a pike
And who are you?
Just a lord on his throne
Eating his body
Drinking his blood
And a brittle sword of your own design
Made in brittle fire's light
Sworn to serve a dying god
The flesh is the vessel and thine is the power
I crave the light of day
Shield me
My bones are brittle
Deceive me
I am another's soul
As I lay waiting
The grave forgotten, but the dead still rot
And I am still a god
I lay wide awake
In an unmarked grave
My bones they ache
And none remember
What language the disciples spoke
When they summoned me forth
And painted the altar in their blood
And who am I?
Just a dying god
The flesh is the vessel
And brittle is the sword
As I lay waiting
For the shepherds to wander
I command thee
In blasphemy
Thine is the power!
I crave the light of day
Shield me
My bones are brittle
Deceive me
I am another's soul
As I lay waiting
The grave forgotten, but the dead still rot
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7. |
His Master's Coils
05:07
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Invoke the spell
In his master's coils
Strapped to the chains
In slavery, he toils
You will be the same
Just a master's slave
Bound to the spell
In your master's coils
Born to be a slave
From the cradle to the grave
Risen from the soil
In his master's coils
I sleep in the dirt
My master gives me birth
My comrades boil
In their master's coils
I command you to wake
To break the chains
Sound the horn
Your coils are torn
The master's yawn
Revolution dawns
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8. |
The Death of Thy Father
04:53
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We ride out the gate
We ride to a war of worlds
Shining steel in our belts
Holding our banners high
But the winds blow cold in the north of our hearts
Thy father sits waiting by a dying fire
Thy mother watches the ships that sail across the seas
And the death of thy father will be
We're called by the war horn
To a ravaged battlefield
Our armor is black
Our horses wear shining steel
The blood paints the shields
That blot out the sun
We're drawn on the warpath
Called to heed
And I believe that the bonds of fellowship were made but stronger that day
Yes I believe it was tempered in fire and forged in the blood of thy father
And the winds blow violent in the north of our hearts
Thy father waits as his supper grows cold
Thy mother sharpens her knives and watches the sea
For the death of thy father will be
The gates torn down
The fires light up the night by the tower
Thy mother walks the path and deep inside you feel
I am the son of a killer
I am the son of violent men
And I am like them you know
I am a killer too
It's the path of the killer
It's the death of thy father
It's the warrior's ire
Ride with your head held high
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