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I Defy Thee
05:13
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You are my worm, I am your god
I am your god, you are my slave
Slave
Obey, obey, obey, obey
Do as I command, I bend you to my will
You will obey
I defy, I defy thee
I defy, I defy thee
A truth as told as absolute
Is worm-ridden filth
In blackened dead wood
Shining, eternal, truth
Your fortress it is built on sand; it will fall it cannot stand
Obey, obey, obey, obey
Do as I command, I bend you to my will
I defy, I defy thee
I defy, I defy thee
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The Thrice Crowned King
06:18
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You are no king cloaked in golden light
You are the deceiver buried in the night
A formless thief hiding deceit in his eyes
Shadows made of lies, watching from cold grey skies
With heartless burning dead eyes
Hunters many fold
Heathen burning hearts
The great wheel of the sun keeps turning
Oh great sun wheel bring us harvests of gold
Insects crawl upon the cracked earth
The waters lay stagnant along with your life
The soil will not bear fruit to keep
The thrice crowned king hides in the deep
The thrice crowned king will never sleep
He waits for those who are sheep
You are no king
You are the deceiver
The great wheel of the sun turns red
It spins until its great life is spent
Like us, it dies, but will bring new life
Not here, not now, but somewhere, somehow
The great wheel turns; it spins until its life is spent
All hail the thrice crowned king!
All hail the thrice crowned king!
All hail the thrice crowned king!
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Cold heartless worm, slither silently toward the sun
Embrace the cold sinew and bone
Laying silent, open mouthed, staring skyward
Toward the red stained screaming skull
Iron feeds the bones and the larvae breeds
Here in the earth, the dead shall sleep
Endless eons, silent voices in the deep
The roots impale the dead
The roots impale the dead
Our legends will be fed
By the blood of heathen kings
Feeding legends without sin
Their blackened eyes and ashen skin
The old and silent voices
Drift around the vortex winds
The messenger of the vortex winds
Around the towering spire
The black granite monolith
Echo with the cries of blackbirds
Three ravens black, circle oaks, shrieking back the downfall of man
Here doth the snake lie amongst the bracken brown
Singing the harmony to the bleak grey winds
The green man watches ever long
Time is waiting
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When I die, let me face toward the sky
When I'm gone, let me feed the wolf inside
Here I wait to know my fate
And I know the way, the path, the hate
As I pass through the valley of bones, a barren land of no hope, the sun has carved a scar upon its face
Underneath the wailing star, I took the oath to know your ways
I shall follow the river of sand toward the south for all my days
See the mountains rise, where the skies give way to kindred's might
And the black-beaked crow cries a warning of oncoming night
Give your bones to the mountain, give your soul to the starving earth
But leave my body to the crows
Underneath the wailing star, I took the oath to know your ways
Brighter still the flower of life may grow away from the sun
An old darkness arise, a new light has come
Leave my body to the crows
Leave my body to the crows
Transform from corpse to crow
Transform from corpse to crow
Like a snake silent, they move as one
Upon my body they circle round
As I transform into flesh
The earth releases my soul
Transform from corpse to crow; I leave the soil
To circle high above
Speaks so sadly of life that I cannot wait to get to the end
Cold winds blow in the face of hope
Eastward comes the fire, it will not hold
Even deathly silence cannot control the spinning wheels of time
This is my mountain; no green hill of life
Leave my body to the crows
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HUNTED BY PAN
06:47
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Wanderer of the wastelands, heed no earthly call
Watching nothing
Fearing nothing
Seeing nothing
Yet you are watched
Dark eyes, yet brighter than the new moon
Ageless wisdom of the aeons fade
Cloaked in ash and oak
Silent master of the north wind
Silent master of the cold north wind
Stalking
Creeping
Giving signs, like the crows call
All you need to do is listen
Listen to the call
Come to him through silent reflection
He waits with open arms
Devil, devil
With a black heart
The twisted truth you were shunned from the light
You were betrayed by a false broken prophet
But you are the hunter and I am the star
Stalking lost souls
You are the wind in the oaks
You live in the night sky
Where stars are born and stars will die
And the ravens cry
You are the burning heart of a fading screaming star
Hunted by pan
Unnatural to those from the dying light
For he is my God
Brother to the wind and the morning rise
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THE DEAD STONES
07:36
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Look into the far distance, the dead stones stare back at you
Look into the past, the grey mist of forgotten lives
And the bright ones stare back at you
If it were not for the dead
You would suffer to live
The howling hunters sing in the wind
And the astral scars as we show ours
The wolf is the guardian watching our path
And the dead stones are silent and we shall not pass
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When I'm gone throw my ashes to the wind
Do not mourn my passing
Throw my ashes to the wind
And know that I am one
Throw my ashes to the wind
It’s where I long to be
This life is not for me, throw my ashes to the wind
The soil falls from my grasp, throw my ashes to the wind
And the heart grows empty, throw my ashes to the wind
The cold astral sky, throw my ashes to the wind
Looks down unyielding, throw my ashes to the wind
If in life I cannot sleep and listen to the winds
Then in death let me lie in peace
Lay my body upon the pagan fires, burn my soul to smoke
Let my bones grow black, as black as the night sky and my flesh to feed the flames
As the wind passes through the trees
Let me pass into the life beyond this life
As my body turns to ash
As my body turns into ash
My soul departs this fucking life
And I return to the aether
Throw my ashes to the wind
Throw my ashes to the wind
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A cold wind carves a mountain
A mournful voice speaks old words
A life
A breath
Not dead
Alive
A lament for the old gods, a lament for the true gods
To be heard by the ravens black
Aeons pass, aeons fade
A cold wind carves a mountain
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THE OCEANS ABOVE US
06:18
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White huntress with your pale skin of silver
Your torn cloak drifts over the fields of gold
White raven sing your songs of regression
And high above the oceans drift through the sky
Stream to river and river to sea
Your forms of beauty are like gods to me
Fires die, as the mist gathers round
Snakes slither upon the fertile ground
And our brethren sigh and cast their faces to the sky
Where the wind is born
The oceans above us drift unseen like the storm wind
The oceans above us
Broken on the wheel of time
White raven sing your songs of aggression
And high above the oceans drift through the sky
Stream to river and river to sea
Your forms of beauty are like gods to me
Bodies float face down amongst the reeds
Lifeless limbs root in soil
No star shall warm their pale faces
Flames dance like devils
The face of the mountain looks white tonight
Distant voices of the white wolf
The oceans above are gods and bring us life and death
The oceans above are gods and bring us life and death
The oceans above are gods and bring us life and death
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