1. |
A Storm Calls
02:11
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2. |
The Hanging
05:46
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3. |
Gallows Hill
05:21
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Dead of the night,
the reverent makes the call
"kill the whores, hang them high,
flood their guts with blood and pain"
The rocks, souls broken
Their necks dangle in the night
Their necks broken in the night,
covered in black
Damned for an eternity in hell
"Damn them to hell"
The fire burns them down
Patriots march from hell
Writhing bodies on the ground
Taking the spark from the earth
with weapons of men
Stars are called
Night call
Drop dead suns
For an eternity
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4. |
Birthrite
04:16
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Generations of torment
Passed on by birthrite,
no direction for the kill
Only the children suffer
Others with no right to kill
All fight and die for the right to burn
Reap the punishments of those before them
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5. |
Dark Skies
03:33
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Bitter doom haunts their dreams
Like worms to the vein
Clouds loom over land
Blacked out sun,
and heritics to the skies
Old are the youth,
and dead are the ancient
No mercy is shown by time
As evil and hell don't fear
An evil sun
And those unworthy of mercy
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6. |
Winter's Arrival
06:15
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Fingers like ice up the spin
Visions of hell dark the sky
Fires die as the cold takes hold
Bells toll for the freshly dead
Souls consumed by frost and fire
Stirs the hell in men
Scorched by snowfall of devils
From a time from afar
No dying flowers at the morgue
For a hundred years of hell
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7. |
A Fate Worse than Hell
02:21
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Witch Hill Topsfield, Massachusetts
Old are the youth,
Dead are the ancient
New England Black Metal
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