1. |
Our Fields Were Hollow
08:04
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A thousand hearts are pounding cold
A timeless struggle drenched in fear
The mangled remains of putrid souls dwell
In the wells of the distant wastes, surrounded by the void
And only one being shall shine
As he ascends through time itself
In the hollow middle of the fields
Solid as though recently sculpted
Alone does the being find himself
Alone
Eyes forward
Blood flowing
Legs crumbling
Heart frozen
What a strange creature to see
The desparate soldier of fortune
Dragging his soul
Is this his new prison?
Or was he the only one truly free?
Only one way to know
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2. |
The Ceaseless Regret
08:40
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In the sign of the fallen sun
The starlit sorrowful sky melts
The violent roar of the river
Crashes upon thick stone
It flows deep into oblivion
Not unlike the ceaseless regret
For what we may not know
Yet still it lingers and feasts with hate
And the wells sink deep within
Like the scars within our skin
So frail yet never to fade
They shall be our only kin
And upon the howling wind
Our cries of hate shall flow
And the chains will sink thin
As we question when it will end
Hate is but merely a tool
As were our wretched scars
They seek to burn down the path
That a new one may now emerge
Yet still loss remains
Crawling into the soul
Silent and scorned
Will this suffering ever cease?
And the wells sink deep within
Like the scars within our skin
So frail yet never to fade
They shall be our only kin
And upon the howling wind
Our cries of hate shall flow
And the chains will sink thin
As we question when it will end
And the chains shall never cease
Until the regret is purged
For what can be a worse fate
Than the regret of a wasted life?
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3. |
Baptized In Gunpowder
06:12
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I stood there gazing at the parchment down below
Inked deep with landscapes of distant shores
Unknown worlds blind to my foolish mind
Beyond my reach in this empty cell
The molded carcass
That was once the body
Deprived of strength
And rife with hunger
Plagued by grief
Yet watchful and aware
Still drawing breath
Enough for one last gaze
Baptised in Gunpowder
I watched as the naked world was impoverished from its soul
Corrupted by the barren minds of the weakest of life forms
Sodomized by false believers
Who professed to kneel at the feet of the decrepit wraith
In shame
Baptised in Gunpowder
Yet now the order breaks as the proud walk again
Thriving deep in struggle to break the backs of man
To seek true salvation and grace
In total liberation through chaos
Do we have the courage
To accept this fate?
To shed this weakness
And thrive in conquest?
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4. |
Rain, Ash, & Lust
08:18
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Parasitic temptations
The vile thoughts made manifest
The silent breaker of man
Silver-tongued hecklers prying the mind
The burning fumes of seduction
Imprisoning the soul
The blissful fruits of desire
Could just as well be toxins
As the mind becomes free
So is the soul is enslaved
Lying in waste
In this garden of roses
Yet its veins are black
And the rain turns to ash
No joy is left to be found
Only the bitterest hunger
The struggle of corruption
A mountain of sorrow
Yet also but a cold task
The dabbling in lust
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5. |
Man's Best Poison
06:40
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Oh, how long it was
Since the dew fell from the trees
In the embrace of utter contempt
During which indulgence thrived
The time it took to transform
A life of content into void
The light ceased to shine
For those lost in filth
Reminding
Of vultures
Fat from old carcasses
Over the long course of time
The years spent in reckless indulgence
Lost and alone
And oh how resentful with hate
Lashing out
Against the ravishing madness
Driven by spite?
Or perhaps by misery?
The pain will only sink deeper
And the hate shall follow
Let the wickedness embrace
Not to escape the suffering
But to celebrate it evermore
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6. |
Conquest & Vice
11:12
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The fire rages onward
As far as the eye can see
No crops left to harvest
The time has at last come to dance with death
I crawl through grim indulgence
And so to seek purity astride
The search for clairvoience
The soul of vein despondence
Hopeless faith
Forged in wasted wars
Casting its shadow
Weakening the spirit
The desparate attempt for escape
Release from this pathetic life
Freed by clinging to our vices
Blessed be the filth
The sweet release of decadence
If only for a brief respite
It is a break from the torture
Of a dull existence
Yet still, We never knew there was more
A fire hidden inside
It cries out
Seeking to conquer
At the edge of the world
Stands those who broke out
Two creeds within their hearts
Conquest and Vice
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7. |
The Lone Frontiersman
10:44
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Out comes the last breath
Before the great journey
Distant pastures, and rolling hills
Through scorching sunlight
And the bitterest winters
Follow the clouds of cannon smoke
It shall reveal the way
From the unknown, came many men
Enduring hell's elements
In their hands they held fire
Blazing across the frontier
The wanderers scoured the woodland
Driven by the flame of pride
For only those with hearts of stone
Could weather the storm
The life of the old world is abandoned
The sun sets upon a new man
Given the keys to freedom
To civilize the mind, and make savage the body
And behold, the footsteps vanish
And the pathway ends
The new frontiersman steps forward
For his heart and mind are free
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Eldaskal
Primitive Black Metal from the Thirteen Colonies.
Artwork, music, & lyrics by Alsekr of Eldaskal™
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