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Urgischk
04:33
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Dar vor kenst ym ymforgung av nust ochnd antlyt
Ym slektgrap vor kenne vohne usflyt
Strifanchrynn av retzog, hinsk tastvegd Lutzkept
Tol oglichken dyn her yn frempfelt
Tahk din hokkr ochnd slek
Tahk din scvert ochnd styk
Mjallr skelt ondra fut
Fo broek her solk schkorr jalwesyk?
*URGISCHK!
Hejdpanchk av grenhvod mek!
Mosgle tlagmjall hinsk jesonhved
URGISCHK!
Vaesegkt ojzok tehne
Hone optrakt ym ilvesbled
URGISCHK!
Skrytchen av dur storrch
Fyllt hinsk boagin meth dur flesk
URGISCHK!
Hinsk vor yn Versare fedd
Kenn hinsk, ilv, ochnd schkorr dur silv!
Schkodde av undyste ochnd drukkande
Patschd ev zynnief tol hinsk jesonhved
Varfor dur tankr dur kinst lyf?
Kenne mun her avbrudt med din bled.
Jich sagt dur hjor
Dur lynne ev mei
Gobsichke kenne
Urgischke hjorskt shae!
*Din staunk vor hjor tol honnhelde yn
Ilvschk, ochnd tekk fruleskyn ev hinsk bradr
Dur ken hjor fur fonnkaft
Dur vor hjor tol datt!
DUR VOR HJOR TOL DATT!
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A Night At The Festival
04:10
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I spent the night in the saloon
Amid the lullabies of crying and of croons
She beckoned and I followed through
She gave me a taste of wine
Red as a valentine
Bleeding to blue
They pressed a gun into my hands
Dressed me up in red and gave me my commands
She hid her face behind a plume
Pressed her lips to mine
And asked me “darling, don’t you love the view?”
Well, I’ve had my fun while it lasted
It’s all yours at last, kid!
Tell everyone to go to hell
But the devil will not leave til she takes you as well
(dancing feet churned the river to red foam where the nectar of love flows free)
(but the fruit of her chalice in such a display tastes just like hate’s wine to me)
Woe came creeping out last night
The perfect drinking partner for the man who threw the fight
So this is the thanks I get for living life
It’s sure been fun
Hanging around
By the neck while balanced on the edge of a knife
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Forests Of Painted Bone
05:05
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A long time ago
under cover of gloom
I held the hands of spirits
in their tombs.
Now that world has gone away
And its creatures left no trace
To disturb the forest
In the nightwind’s embrace
There will be wonders in the silence
And rest in the rain
The fire was dying
When upon the earth I was lain
I lost him somewhere in the woods
There he remained, burrowed in the mud
While my life began again in the clutch of skeletal roots
Where the wind sings a lullaby as if from a thousand goblin flutes
The shadows are gone
They have fled from the sun
But the trail that they blazed
Has only just begun
The small of wet leaves
And the sound of crackling fires
Have brought all my old ghosts
Back home to inspire
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Le Château Hanté
08:07
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In ways unlike thieves in the night they came
a beacon of pain in the wilderness untamed
Though man may cut stone and shape it to his will
stones like these shape man for good or ill
to stand within the same chambers
beholding the sleeping forces
cross the batteries and towers
as the wind alters its course
Fly, good wind, like a call to arms we came
this fortress of phantoms will still be here unchanged
memories like waves in a lake of souls collide
where elder stones endure, holding captive legends inside
sometimes as the garrison sleeps, they walk through darkened halls
hands and voices, memories or visions, to which are we enthralled?
Across the blood soaked ground we walk
like ticks across the flesh of our host
to the sound of storms like gunfire
besieging the relic on the coast
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The Daemon Engine
05:33
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Slaves!
I command you, tear your flesh
To oil the gears with
Blood!
The demands of the mechanism
Shall not be
Denied!
Your cries will buy you naught
Subservience
Implied!
Die so I may wear your hide
Behold my mask!
Pray with me brothers
For the lies that you lust for
Lay with me sisters
I will open your heart’s doors
Trust me, thou mothers
And remember your duty
Smile and extend your hands
To cast your children in the path of the engine
Suffer!
In the name of the miracle
Of death I bring you
Succor!
In the bonds of faith
Enslaved forever
More!
I hear your pleas
And I provide
Adore me!
I, your divine machine
behold my power
Suffer, children, so I may love thee
Yield, ye kings, for I am above thee
This world my plaything and my whore
The engine shields me evermore
A thousand years of wasted worth
A maw that closes round the earth
Feed the engine with your strife
So I may know eternal life.
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Goblin Hovel
A genre-defying band that entails the cooperation of several artists from several bands of several genres under the direction of a nameless Goblin. They present a view of the modern world through the lens of history, mysticism, and mischief.
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