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Merrywood Hymn
01:43
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Comeback to me now my forebears
rush through the briar and brambles
dash through the thickets of merrywood
stay there with me for a while
show me the signs and the secrets
sing me the songs of our people
humble me through your bright majesty
bless me from treetop and steeple
ours is the kingdom of England
ours is the bloodline of Troy
fairfolk that once only whispered
now scream for the beauty destroyed
barefoot and brightflamed we marsh for the :GRAIL:
we noblemen of the ruins
:S.C.M.M: :APOLLONIAN: :EVERHOLY MEN: :SLOWLY THEN:
we gather we fall and we hear the call
and ride out
towards Elfland forever
blood will pour forth through our English hearts
and burn with the brightness of dying stars
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2. |
Courting is a Pleasure
03:39
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Courting is a pleasure
Between my love and I;
And it's down in yon green valley
I'll meet her by and by.
It was down in yon green valley
She is my heart's delight:
"Molly, lovely Molly,
I will stay till broad daylight."
Going to church last Sunday,
My true love she passed me by.
I knew her mind was altered
By the roving of her eye.
Well I knew her mind was altered
To a lad of high degree:
"Molly, lovely Molly,
Your looks have wounded me."
Up came her love Willy
With a bottle in his hand,
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly,
For our love will never stand."
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly,
Let the bottle flask go free.
Ten guineas I'll wager,
That married we ne'er shall be."
Never marry a fair young maid
With a dark and a roving eye.
Just you kiss her and you embrace her,
Never tell her the reason why.
Just you kiss her and you embrace her
Till you cause her heart to yield;
For a faint-hearted soldier
Will never gain the field.
Farewell, Ballymonie,
Likewise the sweet Bann shore.
Farewell unto McCusky braes,
Will I never see more.
America lies far away,
That land I will go see;
And may all bad luck attend the one
Who parted my love and me.
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lah lo da do!
la la dah diddy do!
to the grave I travel
to the grave I travel to and fro!
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i have a song
a song to sing to ye
tis the song of rotting corpses
tis the anthem of those not free
for those who mock the crest
of the lord who sleeps up high
top is castle filled with pleasant jewels
where he cannot hear the peasant cry
for the lord of the land
he was not a very merry man
he works you to the fields
he works you to the grave
like worms in the soil
do we all do crawl in pain and toil away
as we hide and writhe in our ever agonizing pain
and for who and for what
do we all fall down again and again
and who are the ones
that would see us all dying in the mud and the chain
in the pain and the fear of what we would gain
if we were to rebel
to cast of our chains and send them to hell
what a dream it would be
to see all of them cut by my dagger and bleed
lah lo da do!
la la dah diddy do!
to the grave you'll travel
to the grave your soon to surely go
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4. |
MARS EXULTE!
02:46
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5. |
The Jade Lion
03:32
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Ghoul of sulfur
Fiery king
Divine spark of man
Inherent wrath of the marshall buried within
All chains shattered
2nd coming revival
The sun is born again
Through the maw of the hungry idol
VITRIOL!
Gnawing cleanser
Splendor solis
Rid the innerworld of malice
Send forth your knights of chalice
Outerprojections
Spill Forth from the mind
They suffocate, disfigure and blind
To rid them all be the price of an eye
Iron of mars
Erra! Erra!
Grant me your sword
Lancelot Sideris
Lion of vitriol
Of whose coat and venom be green
Slither forth and take my son/sun
Leave nothing but the golden gleam
I see your path
I see your teeth
I've seen it all come to pass
My throne the final son will keep
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6. |
Yeoman's Venom
05:50
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im sick of all the riots that aren't riots
im sick of all the wars that aren't wars
im sick of all the sickness that only kills a handful
and im sick of the peasants who go to bed with bellys full and snore
no fascist has claimed us
there's no good fight to fight
thus flu barely killed the granny's
every danger is just so fucking shite
may you live in interesting times and may the times get shiter
because if there's one thing a lad my age needs
its a reason to be a fucking fighter
we live in times of no calamity
of dough and cozy walls
where men have bigger hips and tits
than the gals that own their bloody balls
and iv quite frankly had enough
:Just Murder Them:
I NEED A WAR
WAR
thats what I neeed
I need to bleed
die on a field and scream
WAR
to feel the blood on the end of my blade
to turn the knife and watch him fade
to be blown apart by the shred of lead
to walk among the living and dead
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SOLDIER - TOWER Guelph, Ontario
SEARCHING FOR THE GRAIL.
TO HELL IF YOU ARE NOT.
ᚷᛚᛟᚱI ᛏᛟ ᛋᛁᚷ
ᚷᛚᛟᚱI ᛏᛟ ᛏᛉᚱ
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