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Torchlord
06:27
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In the deserts beyond the forests
the burned ones hang banners now
so pure the way they abhor us, our lives
under mountains and over towers
the fellowship will bring a tyrant down
these paths may not be ours
we'll try
a teller in an endless time
a quest, a tale to try to guide my light
riding through this overside
...on
climb the bones and don the crown
take a name not given to you
raise the sword, bring the story back to us
climb the bones and don the crown
take a name not given to you
drag the pen, bring the story back to us
through the clouds and over mountains
but surely we are falling down
ever toward where we are headed
through the land of the machines too
but one of them is one of us
underground and over mountains
one of us will meet a tyrant now
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2. |
Fish in a Barrel
03:40
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so I crawled into the mouth of the world
all dripping tongue, stale breath
the walls breathed heavy and warm
bare feet slide on slick earth
I know what waits beyond the pale and
I know the land where lurks the beast
Slew him once, he haunts me dreams
wet and hungry gnashing teeth
I set my jaw and
I make my wish and
I clench my fist
no matter what, all men must die
the tracks were clear, I must be close
my nostrils flared as everything went red
that wounded thing, the stench was unmistakable
... the ground began to stir
I know what waits beyond the pale and
I know the land where lurks the beast
Slew him once, he haunts me dreams
wet and hungry gnashing teeth
thrust the spear into the unknown
twist the knife between the teeth
find myself between the jaws of Satan's finest war machine
I set my jaw and
I make my wish and
I clench my fist
no matter what, all men must die
No life in the void
now I know
No life in the void
No life no life no life no
draw my blade and skin the serpent
drain the blood and flay the beast
lay his bones upon the altar
cleanse this place of its disease
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3. |
Pure & Wild
05:24
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sweet consultations with the lady of night
tilling the garden inward
warm incandescence robs the hall of its fright
smoke curls, she shakes off her robe
seething in madness in a column of smoke
and she's wretching in plumes of camphor
upon the witching hour she draws a design
between disjointed vermin's bones
lost in fever dreams
as the vapor dulls the lines
silently she screams
as the world begins to cry
under the vaulted ceiling we call the sky tonight
now follow trails in the wood
our shadowed lady cuts a path with her light
leading us ever deeper
a love so pure and wild
could never know no bounds
lay on the earth defiled
we are but children now
nocturnal sanctuary
where her dark stare is in me
consort with darker forces
than we surely see
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4. |
Feather
03:52
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like the shine that heaven sent
like a feather on me
close your eyes and drift away
make a wish and believe
hold your breath for a second now
let the world complete
like a shine that heaven sent
keep your feather on me
I hold my head in hopes of blue
a little moon dust in your light
gravity fails and time too
its all wrapped up in tonight
I think the leaves are in the wind
and they are falling around me
I hold my breath for a second then
they still land at my feet
I can feel them shaking now
or maybe its just me
like the shine that heavent sent
keep your feather on me
I hold my head in hopes of blue
a little moon dust in your light
gravity fails and time too
its all wrapped up in tonight
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Toil
06:32
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I look to the west, I behold the sun
sliding downward like a smoking gun
spring blossoms flutter from the trees
in places I'd rather not rather be
or do I now?
no there are none
some things are best left in the south
best left in the rotten dirty ground
it fucked my heart over so well
I though I'd never have the heart to tell
John died in the bluegrass in the sun
but isn't this something now
we're a little more focused now
turn a little bit up the down
its alright with me
fall through the splitting clouds
to the earth without a sound
the stars shine underground
its alright with me
this life is a garden all its own
some weeds outgrowing seeds I've sewn
the light is flowing with such ease
over soil upturned in the summer breeze
and in this toil I've found my home
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6. |
Holy Water
06:36
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so step in the mire, into the swamp
viscous mist bellows higher
hold your hands to the fire before you go
rinse off the cold
the water is cloudy yet still you go
feel it stirring around you
the hollow sings the words to our song
this holy water sings along
and oh the light it brings to the dark of things
and all we do we do for her
the vapor is restless, fill your lungs
wander wistful awhile
float through curtains of daylight and through the night
feel her warmth crawl inside you
the hollow sings the words to our song
this holy water sings along
and oh the light it brings to the dark of things
and all we do we do for her
all we do we do for her
her, so pure & wild
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7. |
Veritas et Virtus
04:00
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my conscience wavers under the shadow
shifting to nothing, a sight unseen
follow through? something new?
you know quick decisions were never my strong suit
I wander after the footprints
of scholars and craftsmen and some from me
trying to summon the good sense
to find my place among the builders and the butchers
never knew much of what to make of how
my way often doubles back when doubt allows
I've known this road before
I'll see it again before I'm gone I'm sure
the spire is wearing a halo
the harsh autumn sunlight washes clean
I find sullen tension in this place
leave no trace
the spire is wearing a halo
the harsh autumn sunlight washes clean
I'm finding a lesson in this place
leave no trace
my conscience wavers under the shadow
shifting to nothing, a sight unseen
follow through? something new?
you know big decisions were never my strong suit
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8. |
Ballady One
05:21
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9. |
Salt?
02:58
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John Huxley Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I'm sitting alone by a river and counting...
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