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Grand Deceiver
04:53
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Grand Deceiver
The fire burns and dimly lights
the blackened cover of the night,
or are my hands atop your eyes?
The fire's crackle, my whispered lies?
The snow falls, the air is still
a testament to my power and will.
Is the cold felt on your skin,
or is it placed deeper within?
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2. |
Hands of Rot
03:31
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Hands of Rot
A cut through the skin
the avarice of sin
a testament to tragedy and woe
Now I realize through my demise
what I have wrought, with these hands of rot
From within, without
all my lies devout
to form and damned, and glorious whole
Now I realize through my demise
what I have wrought, with these hands of rot
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3. |
Ratline
03:43
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Ratline
Slice my silver tongue
watch the mercury drip
like the fleeing rats
from a sinking ship
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4. |
Electric Alchemy
04:20
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Electric Alchemy
I cast gold aside,
salt and alkaline divine.
The shining red light,
of my electric alchemy
I dissolve the darkness
shatter the silence
with the majesty
of my electric sorcery
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5. |
Lighthouse
06:30
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Lighthouse
With my eyes to the coast
I stand at my post
steadfast, through gales and storms.
Unbowed I remain, through the pounding of rain
as a fixed-point, upon the shore.
As sure as sun rises,
I will stand with the dawn.
May my eyes never betray
as the brightness of day
and the lightness of the waxing moon.
My body may turn to dust, my weapons and armour rust
all may fade, save the oath that I have made
As sure as night's darkness,
I eternal remain.
Royals themselves succeed
but there honour indeed remains
faithful I continue to kindle the tower's flame
A sun in the night, a beacon for lost souls
igniting the foggy twilight,
revealing the tidal shoals.
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6. |
King of Kings
03:52
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King of Kings
Oh, King of Kings!
Glory is your crown!
Buried in a casket,
under the ground.
Oh, King of Kings!
Glory is your throne!
Buried under piles of dust,
and shattered bone.
Oh, King of Kings!
Divine is your rage!
Unconquerable is your anger,
the unchangeable yours to change.
Oh, King of Kings!
Divine is your name!
The whole God-damned world,
yours to claim.
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7. |
Tarnished Gold
07:07
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Tarnished Gold
Afternoon gold rusts into red
the trembling builds in both of my hands
falling leaves, I land on my knees
as winter rushes on through the valley
Stone devours and stone remains,
holding captive immortal flame
as its shine resolves to hide,
in long darkness I am blind
Inhale,
the burning leaves
the barbs and thistle
the smoldering trees.
Exhale,
the day is lost
the moon hangs low
the valley frosts
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8. |
Three Stolen Horses
05:09
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Three Stolen Horses
Three stolen horses
three starving men
three duelling voices
in an old wolf den
Three stolen horses
three guns drawn
three eyes left open
waiting for the dawn
One man screaming
one man dead
one man riding
with three sheriffs ahead
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9. |
Burning the Oil
03:25
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Burning the oil
Spend all day burning the oil
my fingers worn down from the work and toil
I burn my wick at both ends
my life patched up as the maker mends
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Bleak Valley Kamloops, British Columbia
BLEAK VALLEY EST. 2014
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