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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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…
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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
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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…
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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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released February 1, 2019
Tris Lineker - Lead Vocals and Guitars
Henry Brooks - Guitars and Keyboards
Adz Lineker - Bass Guitar and Dethvox
John Armstrong - Drums