Kings Of Annwn
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Hunter's Night
05:01
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HUNTER'S NIGHT
Sacrifice, a noble act, the scourging of the beast.
Royal life, now preserved, as, on the ground, you bleed.
Resurrect, pay the price for magic to invoke.
Hanging tree, a suicide, your spirit in the oak.
On Hunter's Night, Herne the Hunter
Leading The Wild Hunt,
The spectres and the beasts.
On Hunter's Night, The son of Odin
Rides in the darkness
To keep England free.
(Solo – Tris)
Ragged horns, face of fear, Cernunnos reborn.
Blackened horse, mighty hooves, thunder in the storm.
Blowing horns, do you hear the otherworldly call?
Baying hounds, no escape, they're coming for you all.
On Hunter's Night, Herne the Hunter
Leading The Wild Hunt,
The spectres and the beasts.
On Hunter's Night, The son of Odin
Rides in the darkness
To keep England free.
(Solo- H)
Riding on.
On Hunter's Night, Herne the Hunter
Leading The Wild Hunt,
The spectres and the beasts.
On Hunter's Night, The son of Odin
Rides in the darkness
To keep England free.
Riding on.
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Beast Moon
04:25
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BEAST MOON
In blood red skies the red sun dies.
The howling calls, as darkness falls.
On this autumn night,
Fear the cursed bite.
By dark woods of error,
Beast Moon, wake my terror.
Nameless fear now stalking near.
Unleashed within, I'm shedding skin.
Dark wild entity
Taking over me
Mind now torn asunder,
Beast Moon, drag me under.
(Solo - Tris)
It feels so right, become the night.
A beast become, now free to run.
Primal high sensation,
Beast Moon, my salvation.
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Monuments To Dead Gods
05:14
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MONUMENTS TO DEAD GODS
Come gather in, let me tell you our tale,
Of gods among men and a power that failed.
Men will believe that our death is the end,
Stare at the sky, is there nothing beyond?
Take our bread with each other.
We remember the slain.
We must drink to their glory.
We must swallow our pain.
Standing together, standing forever,
Standing in darkness, keeping the flame.
Iron, our spirit, Iron, our right hand,
Stones on the mountain honour our way.
Sing out the legend, sing out the glory,
Sing out to keep the shadows at bay.
Tell of our music, tell of our story,
Monuments to Dead Gods.
The gods are dead.
The gods are gone.
The gods made Metal.
Metal lives on.
Death travels fast, so our ancestor's say,
And here, in this life, we but live for a day.
There lived no man that has beaten the odds.
Nothing endures, no, not even the gods.
Yet we still have the music.
We remember their names.
What was never immortal,
We make live once again.
Standing together, standing forever,
Standing in darkness, keeping the flame.
Iron, our spirit, Iron, our right hand,
Stones on the mountain honour our way.
Sing out the legend, sing out the glory,
Sing out to keep the shadows at bay.
Tell of our music, tell of our story,
Monuments to Dead Gods.
The gods are dead.
The gods are gone.
The gods made Metal.
Metal lives on.
We hear the Metal.
We sing their song.
We know our gods will ever live on.
Standing together, standing forever,
Standing in darkness, keeping the flame.
Iron, our spirit, Iron, our right hand,
Stones on the mountain honour our way.
Sing out the legend, sing out the glory,
Sing out to keep the shadows at bay.
Tell of our music, tell of our story,
Monuments to Dead Gods.
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KINGS OF ANNWN
Duty bound, condemned to serve,
For one appointed time.
Driven by the hounds of fate,
Become the next in line.
Shadow of the standing stones,
The power of the runes.
Fall into The Otherworld,
Lost within Annwn.
One of the living for one of the dead.
One of the living for one of the dead.
We ride, through valleys, old, searching for glory.
We ride, through caverns, cold, searching for glory.
We ride, the Severn track, searching for glory.
We ride, into the black, searching for glory.
All you have belongs to death,
Payment for the crime.
All is taken by Annwn,
All is lost in time.
Waiting for the fatal day,
To come back to the light.
Take your stand before the ford,
Join the promised fight.
One of the living for one of the dead.
One of the living for one of the dead.
We ride, through forests, dark, searching for glory.
We ride, through ancient rock, searching for glory.
We ride, on iron hooves, searching for glory.
We ride, nothing to lose, searching for glory.
(Solo - H)
We ride, through endless rain, searching for glory.
We ride, our path in vain, searching for glory.
We ride, into our doom, searching for glory.
We ride, into Annwn, searching for glory.
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Dethonator England, UK
Melodic, Proggy, Thrashy, Epic Heavy Metal.
Est. 2009
Sounds like Rob Halford flying a Spitfire made of Maiden t-shirts to a Metallica concert.
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