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Cerulean
06:58
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Flicker out of sight
The pictures all wear her face
She won’t lift her hands
I mourn her more than fear her.
The hurt and senseless slaughter
Her blood among the leaves and water
Painted in her mourning dress
In the colored earth that covers her
The blue aura terrifies me so . . .
I won’t let her leave empty handed.
Empty air has never felt so close . . .
Echoes
Warnings of the actress
Painted in white and blue
Echoes . . .
Sealing
Away the sordid sorrow
Wearing her like a ring
Ceiling . . .
Fearing
The moment she returned for revenge
The hour hands hold more than hers do
Fearing . . .
Mourning
The poisoned outlast the joyful
This very song a curse to end the
Morning
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Rogue's Reel
04:06
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I left my home and I left my job
Went and joined the army
If I knew then what I know now
I wouldn't have been so barmy.
Poor old soldier, poor old soldier
If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have been so barmy.
Gave me a gun and a big red coat
Gave me lots of drilling
If I knew then what I know now
I wouldn't have took the shilling.
Sent me off on a real old boat
hell, she was no beauty
far away to the wars we went
Afore to do my duty
Fought the Russians, or was it the French?
Really couldn't tell, sir
All I know is they fought so hard
They sent us all to hell, sir.
I was sent home in a big old box
To rest was my intent, sir
They sold my gun and my big red coat
And into the ground I went, sir.
rose in the churchyard to walk one night
That was how they found me
Back to De Soulis in chains I was sent
And to the earth they bound me.
got me a pike and a bloody red cap
and sat on the heath I did, sir
and now that I list for a soldier again
The devil himself’s me master.
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Nerlhein
03:28
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Mochk bloskynne luyse tol fuljh
Fur dur vor vendre, jich gyf yn gjyfr
Yn prauye yv trangfvulkes kryft
Din Merkuirt undyst kam
teum furkholdt ys hamunschke
Lonckt din drygma tol glyz
“hjur vor undrehg ess otvo hjur”
“jich skal vigr dur
Andre follr tol murnkle
Jich ardruckt ym fyonne
Var nympate boddr
Myn golt aeghyte segt ochnd pynschkr
Din flysk yv gaednnae gjenurk sten”
Ecktas yv nemme ym kennemme
Erte blo luyse spa otvo hjunde dur
Noudgrev rodgschke aur gaaltrangf votte
Fylksgyskyrt ochnd grazh urthrag uvtre grevhaf!
Hjer din schrackh fro heluch ym fjyll
Hjer din aeghvettr fro aurboske
Mennyr din spyndevadne yv din vol
Mennyr din tjaoll fro din skalden ym nock!
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Banks of the Ohio
04:16
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Omie Wise
03:47
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I defend the soil, the promise that I made
When all was as it was before
When ground would bare its teeth as if to claim the prize
I force myself to look away. the wheel has turned, and still shall turn again
The predator will take the prey
To us within, this cycle stands as law
Ever I rest assured, my power undenied
These sacrifices shall persist
Ochre tombs are creaking open
Voracious graves glut themselves on the weak
The web that I’ve woven, ensnares
And shall persist
Another soul is mine and lost forever
In the marsh’s ghostly mist
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Hiraeth
04:31
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The sun escaped the night woods
And crept up to the sky
Surprised my eyes
With light amid this graveyard
Hollow, hurt and haunted
By stories long kept down
The buried souls fade like morning mist
And leave no trace
The tombs have all gone silent
And I am here alone once more
My mind is full
And it wrings my soul to know
Hollow, hurt and haunted
They left me with their tears
Their burdens and their memories
And I can only give them away . . .
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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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