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Race Against The Sun: Part One

by Dethonator

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1.
Brother men, we’re born of pain Adam’s weakness, seed of Cain Divine in form, corrupt within Enslaved by selfhood’s selfish whim Eden lost, His blood was spilt The story can’t absolve our guilt And though some claim to feel His hand They’re screaming words they don’t understand Taking the skulls, piling them high, building our bloody throne Gathering in and lighting the flame, praying we aren’t alone Raping the wild, the spoils are piled, feeding the grinding maw Raking our skin, the serpent of sin, demon within us all When Lucifer fell The sky rained blood And reigning in Hell, the beast of God. Torn our wings and dead our hearts As from the truth we’re cleaved apart As mankind plays his games of war I hear a hoofbeat at the door (Solo – H. Brooks) Fattened and fed, we watch them behead, death cults and holy wars Outcast, reviled, the refugee child washed on indifferent shores Mother Earth moans, her denuded bones are stoking extinction’s fire The pendulum swing, the demonic wing fanning the funeral pyre When Lucifer fell From human buds, the flowers of Hell The beast of God Sathanas ex homine in corde hominum Lucifer ex homine in animis hominum (Solos – T. Lineker & H. Brooks) When Lucifer fell The human flood cascading to Hell The beast of God When Lucifer fell Our souls were shod with nails of Hell The beast of God
2.
Welcome to the city where terror runs deep The dead do not sleep, they rot in the streets Hiding in the shadows you don’t make a sound Keep your head down, they’re moving all around Can’t escape the feeling the undead sense your fear Try to keep from screaming Church and science point the blame, no-one knows from whence it came Fading rumours of vaccine. List the missing; have you seen? Fresh cadavers from the crypt, from the grave untimely ripped Hear them moaning in the night, all it takes is just one bite Figures creep at the door, ravenous for more We can’t stay anymore: Nightmare City We survive day to day, life will find a way They the dead, we the prey: Nightmare City Running in circles and losing your mind Trying to keep up but falling behind Barricade the windows, the future in doubt Make every shot count, supplies running out Can you hear them screaming, the shambling hordes behind Did they catch you sleeping? Spoilt food in the canteen, static on your TV screen Trains are rusting without power, lonely church bell tolls the hour Military lost their war, empty tanks and drying gore Sun goes down and brings the threat, hot the nights but cold the sweat Figures creep at the door, ravenous for more We can’t stay anymore: Nightmare City We survive day to day, life will find a way They the dead, we the prey: Nightmare City Lie awake whilst terrors come, feeling oh so numb Barricaded in a room that will surely be my tomb Final thoughts are for my friends, wish we’d made it ‘till the end In none of them I did confide the bloody wound I had to hide (Solo – T. Lineker) I can hear you screaming, the bloody fog descends Cannot stop the feeding Now I creep at your door, ravenous for more You can’t stay anymore: Nightmare City In this world of decay, the hunger we obey We the dead, you the prey: Nightmare City
3.
We walk the roads, we walk alone Our words are bone, our hearts are stone We eat the earth, we drink the firth We lost our worth, we seek rebirth Mother Earth, give us life (the famine never ends) Sister Sun, shine ahead (the sky is overcast) Brother Rain, wash our strife (here come the tears again) Father Time, take our dead (too few of us to last) Here, our ancestors lying Hear our ancestors crying Story unread, our people misled Our chieftains have fallen uncrowned Shrine to our pain, our burial ground You came as God, you turned the sod Your kind defrauds, your kind marauds Our homes displaced, our wives unlaced Our lives erased, our souls disgraced Mother Earth, split the ground (the trees begin to bend) Sister Sun, shine blood red (the night is coming fast) Brother Rain, thunder down (harness the storm again) Father Time, wake our dead (the anger of the past) Hear our ancestors calling Fear our ancestors crawling Curse on your head, the souls of our dead They rise up with fury unbound You have profaned our burial ground The first that you hear is a wind howling out of the black (solos – H. Brooks) Second, you fall as you’re struck with an unseen attack Third, you will scream at the mark burning into the floor Last, you will shrink from the beasts prowling outside the door Out, we warned you, get out, oppressor Get out, transgressor, get out, be gone Out, trespasser, get out, amasser Get out, for God’s sake get out We warned you Hear our ancestors weeping Fear our ancestors creeping A new soul has fed this Stygian bed The cries of our vengeance resound Your blood now stains our burial ground
4.
Crack of dawn, the fire’s kiss Armoured ranks emerge from the mist Human cares all left behind Wolf teeth gleaming sharp in the line Rise up, the sunwheel, for a gathering of might We were born to fight We were born to fight Moving swift and striking hard Sworn elite, the Varangian Guard In the mud and through the dead Bloody sunwheels driving ahead Raise up the war song, for the battle is our hymn We were born to sing We were born to sing Burornen ine and laite Born through death Burornen ine and laite Born in death By the honoured name of the archon, we awake the Viking heart By the tempered steel of our war blades, we express our Viking art By the shattered wood of the war shield, in defiance stand your ground By the scattered forces before us, our saga is renowned. (Solo- H. Brooks) Burornen ine and laite Born through death Burornen ine and laite Born in death Raise up the end fires, ‘till Valhalla burns on high For all men must die For all men must die
5.
Mark now, that ship on the rolling horizon, Tales of a man, He worked his life on the ocean, his mistress Dead to the world and to God ‘Till aged and bereft on the shoreline Tears on the sand When life has passed for too long without meaning, Fists to the sky, screaming I was a man of the sea All that I was, I will be No man shall hear my goodbye Ride on the waves till I die (Solo – H. Brooks) Weeping, he left lonely shorelines behind him Gone with the tide Full sails and into the rolling horizon Lost to the world and to God And driving through storms without ceasing Foremast astride Drawing The Serpent that surfaced to reach him Out of the sea, breaching Whither now, man of the sea? All the lost hearken to me Sailing thy vessel unmanned Out in the sea of the damned Suffer unto me Rocking, wrenching Count your sinner's cost Know no fear On the tides of doom Dark waves drenching I devour the lost He won’t hear The Serpent now dives, a-churning the swell The maelstrom appears, the gateway to Hell With hands on the wheel; now bloody, his grip He knows in his heart he’ll go down with the ship But there is one choice that comes to all men What do you do when you’re facing the end? To this one old man, defiance prevails Straight for the bastard he set his full sails Foolhardy man, you have done well Worthy to be a servant of Hell (Solo – T. Lineker) And thus was the fate of our man: To ferry the souls of the damned With deep bells and abyssal cries Up from the fathoms they rise Hark now, that ghost on the rolling horizon Comes for us all It roams the oceans, an omen enshrouded Taking the souls of the dead And no one among us can leave here Hear now the call Hold fast and ready The Devil a beating Give him a warm greeting Avast, ye men of the sea Ask yourself what ye can be We’ll have a story to tell When we’re all dining in Hell
6.
Ill-fated morning out of time Way back in AD 79 When, without warning, sonic violence cracks the sky As all the people stop and stare The cloud is rising through the air There is no knowing everybody’s gonna die Been catatonic for centuries Millenia to sleep Awakened from its slumber The rage of gods unleashed Now’s the time for decisions: should you go or stay? Pour your gods their libations; this is the final day Thy eruption, mass destruction, the mountain is alive Might fantastic, pyroclastic, the mountain is alive So, it creeps across the bay Settling above Pompeii Annihilation waits within a few short hours And as the cloud obscures the light So, the day becomes the night Now beginning, dark display of nature’s powers Ashes rain on the city Gasses choke the breath Rushing down the mountain An avalanche of death They launch a rescue mission but Pliny won’t get far When the surge engulfs them, Pompeians breathing fire Thy eruption, mass destruction, the mountain is alive Might fantastic, pyroclastic, the mountain is alive (Solos – H. Brooks) Buried and destroyed, hidden under the ground Bodies are now casts in the ruins we’ve found Sleeping in the earth is the sum of our fears Giants only wake every two thousand years Thy eruption, mass destruction, the mountain is alive Might fantastic, pyroclastic, the mountain is alive
7.
My shadow walks before me, back to the rising sun Down in the town below me, some other man done wrong So, I’ll take a life again before the day is done. I walk a wasteland without honour My name is cursed in songs they sing This line of work brings me no pleasure But there’s some men who’ve got to swing On the wild frontier death is going cheap Fear the laws of men, covenants to keep My shadow walks before me, back to the rising sun Down in the town below me, some other man done wrong So, I’ll take a life again before the day is done. They say this bandit robbed a stage coach Another bastard killed his wife And yet to me it makes no matter ‘Cause all is square in ending life I choke the pain in amber whiskey I pay the women of the night I lie awake and count the hours A dead man walks at morning light Tie my rope again, sack cloth over your eyes Drawing ragged breath, pull the trap and die My shadow walks before me, back to the rising sun Down in the town below me, some other man done wrong So, I’ll take a life again before the day is done. (Solo – H. Brooks) Take now the stand, I hold in my hand The methods and means of your execution Hear the last rights, the noose pulling tight To speed your hereafter, take your confession My shadow walks before me, back to the rising sun Down in the town below me, some other man done wrong So, I’ll take a life again before the day is done. Before the day is done…
8.
Into the void, another little voice Do or do not, revile or rejoice What is the truth if everything’s a choice? Your identity, the new deity Assimilation, communication Association, confederation Accumulation, coagulation Abomination, contamination We found our egocentric kingdom, monarchs of the social state Within the webbing are the spiders, they crawl unseen upon the bait Digitisation, infatuation Dissociation, indoctrination Devaluation, incarceration Degeneration, incrimination (Solo – T. Lineker) Into the void, another little voice Do or do not, revile or rejoice What is the truth if everything’s a choice? Your identity, the new deity As we project, again we subdivide One mother’s milk another won’t abide Fuelling a war fed by the narcisside Our identities, building our boundaries Wave the flag and regain your diadem Riches or rags, we’re better without them Yet, beyond the cliffs of Dover Is the Cold War really over? Rally here, abandon your reason Some weaker hearts are bleeding their treason It’s not us, it’s those we hate But with God’s help we’ll all be great again So, look back from Berlin to Hadrian to see the shattered rubble fall Still rose-tinted is The Empire and so we build another wall Into the void, another little voice Do or do not, revile or rejoice What is the truth if everything’s a choice? Your identity, the new deity As we project, again we subdivide One mother’s milk another won’t abide Fuelling a war fed by the narcisside Our identities, building our boundaries
9.
Gathered as one for the dances Ancient, this harvest time rite Ichabod fancies his chances Luck be his lady tonight Fall fires burn, seasons turn Come, join in the throng Raise up the song, a wake for the light Come, welcome the dark, Stories fill hearts with terror by night (Solo – T. Lineker) Heart of the suitor rejected Under the baleful moon Ichabod riding dejected Into the glowering gloom On this night The Horseman rides Come, hour is late The hollow awaits, shadows alight Come, enter within Soon to begin, your terror by night Ride on, on through the dark, fearing the shades that surround you Ride, ride, on through the dark, cringing in fear from the night sounds Crow’s quork, cry of the owl, shredding your nerves into tatters Cloud shroud, hand on the moon; reaching, the skeletal branches So run, fast, ride; oh, terror by night! Horror takes hold down in the hollow Something’s abroad that’s long time dead Sable black steed, eyes burning embers Rider in black without a head Hand on the moon, on through the dark Make for the bridge, death riding fast Ride hard, on through the night, galloping thunder behind you Ride, ride on through the night, fearing the blade cutting down, down Look back, death riding fast; headless, his grin wreathed in fire Go now, make for the bridge, run from the Hessian’s power Go, run, ride; oh, terror by night! Horror takes hold out of the hollow Out of the black, a burning face Tracks of a horse, a broken lantern But, of the riders, there’s no trace…
10.
To set your soul at odds with nature To take your glory from the danger Where the mountain peak designs your death Where the altitude despoils your breath Where the biting winds of heaven blow Over bodies mummified in snow Green Boots waits in the cave Deathly guide on my way Frozen hearts, hearts that must dare Climb this peak, ‘cause the peak is there To seek the mountaineer’s high altar To walk alone and ne’er to falter Through the ropes and rocks I find my way To make the top alone by end of day Within the death zone I shall not be cowed With just my wits I vanish into cloud Now, ascend the north face Reach the summit of space Frozen stars shine on the bold Now descend, but it’s so, so cold With the frostbite chewing deeper With the sickness sinking in With the cerebral oedema So, the freezing night begins Out on the steps, you’re going blind Basecamp I have to find Out on the ledge, so short of breath Just a while I stop to rest On the peak I’ll remain Green Boots joined in his cave Frozen prayers fade up to God Sleep serene, ‘midst the snows untrod

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Following three years of writing and recording, Dethonator released Part One of their new double album, Race Against The Sun, on February 1, 2019. This is the band's most accomplished, colourful and tonally varied album to date.

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released February 1, 2019

Tris Lineker - Lead Vocals and Guitars
Henry Brooks - Guitars and Keyboards
Adz Lineker - Bass Guitar and Dethvox
John Armstrong - Drums

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Dethonator London, UK

Melodic, Proggy, Thrashy, Epic Heavy Metal band based in London, UK.

Est. 2009

Sounds like Rob Halford flying a Spitfire made of Maiden t-shirts to a Metallica concert.

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