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Warlords
05:56
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We survived the arms of the kraken and the belly of the whale
We have slain the fiercest of the sea beasts and we lived to tell the tale
In stories our names will live on
Fight for what is best in life
And the rest be damned
We seek the greatest challenge of our mettle
We have faced the wrath of the titans
In the darkest depths of hell
Shattered minds and twisted in their visage
Pale shadows of themselves
As warlords to battle we ride
Dragon breath and endless seas
Through the dead of night
We seek the greatest challenge of our mettle
Lo, we seek what cannot be sought
On a sea unforgiving, alone
We live for the rising of tides
And a life that cannot be bought
Looking back on wars left behind us
And destruction in our wake
When he comes we shall greet death well
For he is like an old friend
In stories our names will live on
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2. |
Silent Assassin
04:54
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Wading through a hostile world is he who deals in deaths delight
Negotiate in womb of night the the way in which they greet the void
Monarchy or magistrate, it matters not, just pay the price
Each man lives in crushing fear and prays the new day does not bring
The silent assassin
The blade in the night
Silently he grips his steel and slips unseen through shadow's shroud
Poison pierces past his prey's defenses as he passes by
Daylight Dawns and dances down in silver rays upon the silent crowd
Each man lives in crushing fear and prays the new day does not bring
The silent assassin
The blade in the night
Monarchy or magistrate, it matters not, you're gonna pay the price!
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Altar of Sabbath
05:16
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A wizard came from a hole in the sky
A planet caravan of those who won't say die
Escape from changes with the lord of their world
Where heaven and hell converge in electric funeral fire
Alright!
Behind the wall of sleep the children of the grave
Dance with faeries in boots and men made of iron
The spiral Architect designs a wicked world
The hand of doom will sweep the children of the sea
Look out!
Trudging through the blinding snow
The mob rules all that we know
The bible black calls out from the darkness yeah yeah
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Sea of Woe
06:09
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Sirens' song
Beckon me to shallow waters
Drifting on
Strength of will, it soon will falter
Sailing on into the unknown
Oh but I'm still alive in a sea of stars
Adrift on a sea of woe
Spirits low
Time is coming, days are numbered
Ancient Foe
Buried deep in dark it slumbers
Drifting on into the unknown
Riding the tide
Sensing the end
Beckoning are the depths below
Calling the light
Drowning despite
Salvation and fleeting hope
Dead of night
The spirits my only companion
Absent light
Together we drift on in darkness
Sailing out into the unknown
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5. |
Cosmos
04:23
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Instrumental
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Shadow of the Moon
05:08
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Traveling alone at night
The dread is rising within me
Howling and fangs in the night
Gnashing teeth upon my wrist
A sickness boils my blood
Visions of gore and of murder
My senses tuned and on edge
An animal lurks in the mirror
I feel the change
A sickness burns in my blood
I feel the change
A shadow hunts in moonlight
The sun will be setting soon
The wildness growing within me
Desire to run with the pack
A need to kill and devour
Full moon lights my path
Sensing the fear, with rage I burst into the night
I unleash my wrath
Joining the hunt, howling with feral delight
There is no taming the wild
My sentence is death in chains
There is no taming the wild
Condemned to death in chains
I felt the change
The wildness boiled in my blood
I was the change
A shadow hunted in moonlight
I felt the change
I tasted freedom in wildness
I was the change
Feral hunter in moonlight
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Child of the Mountain
08:29
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Great battles I've lived through
Great bloodshed and pain
I bear the burden of life in an age of madness
Upon the horizon
A new day has dawned
Great rivers i'll cross in search of a purpose
As we ride, chasing the wind
The battle cries of the ancients warming our bones
Soaring high, riding the wind
Child of the Mountain, lord of the stone
We seek ancient wisdom
Hidden words of the past
Spoken with grace from the heart of a child, in his temple
And over this wasteland we journey anew
Carrying on through the wind and the rain
Toward the Mountain
Will you speak to me down at the water's edge
On the lifetimes of mortal men
I grow long in the tooth
And the wind blows cold
Do we carry on after the end?
You have journeyed long and the road is hard
Heed these words that I will now speak
May the song in your heart never leave your breath
May you walk among mountains and streams
Now go
The battle cries of the ancients carry us home
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8. |
Walk in the Woods
01:58
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Instrumental
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Independent Record Label. Established 2019.
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