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Welcome the Rider
04:10
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Welcome the rider
From the forests of the dead
Where a burning wheel is carved upon a stone.
Watching the seamen
Haul upon the oars
On their journey to bring the fallen home.
Benches are empty
Among the bearded men
Those who met ill-fortune on the way.
On sandstone the Valknot
A symbol of their oath
To plant their feet where others would not stay.
Welcome the rider
From the forests of the slain
He's earned his cup
Now let him drink it down.
Hail the rider
For in the place where mortals dwell
Is left behind a tale of his renown.
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Raising the Wind
06:13
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Raising the wind
Calling the crows
Picking the flesh...
From my bones
Stirring the broth
Drinking the juice
Feeling the chill
The ride into hel
Up in the tree
Tying the noose
Dripping with sweat
Bleeding from wounds
Fighting the dead
Hail the dead
Raising the dead
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A Handful of Dust...
04:21
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In darkest night
What stalks our nightmares?
If flesh will fail us
And mind is slow
My feral children
Will don the wolfskin
Will raise the hammer
And strike the blow
And in your raging thirst, I offer you only this -
A handful of dust, a horn full of piss!
May all your seed fall upon a barren soil
Your issue come to nothing
Ruin in spite of toil
In foulest dreams
What beasts of chaos
Will bring us fever
Will cause us doubt?
My feral children
Will don the wolfskin
Will raise the hammer
To cast them out!
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Flight of Curse
02:52
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The grey wolf watches the halls of the Gods
See the black rain hrough the sun's first rays
Rust forms, rot grows and all decay
The greatest strength will wither away.
A vision sent when hoar-frost grips the earth
When fires die and darkness is our curse
No matter the sunlit glories of the ancient past
Of all that come - the wolf will be the last
Now omens of misfortune dull our mirth
The highest walls will sink into the earth
Remorsless time, the blades of true regret
Alone against the tide - I stand here yet
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Rise
03:37
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I am the stormcrow
I am the black face
The spear-master
Born of the dark race
Upon the axis, beneath the high dome.
The ancient rider
I am the first law
I take the first blood
I am the last war
Upon the axis, beneath the high dome
Corpses that rise up...from under the stone.
Rise, rise, break the chains of your oppression
Rise, rise
Rise, rise, release the frenzy of possession
Rise, rise
Inside the death-mound
Into the unknown
A thousand names carved
Into the black stone
Upon the axis, beneath the high dome.
Astride the pathway
A deathless patron
Within the darkness
That waits for all men
Upon the axis, beneath the high dome
Corpses that rise up...from under the stone.
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Smite
05:20
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Beneath forbidding clouds
Where maggots writhe
With ash and dust and blood
Their earthly tithe.
Who takes the nightwatch
While others sleep?
When fear and darkness rule
In torments deep and cruel.
When moonlight's baleful eye
Is at it's height
Foes real and of the mind
Test mean and might.
Who rises 'fore the dawn?
Who sets the snare?
Who bears the iron's weight?
Eyes fixed upon the gate.
On foul winds...let black spirits ride
Fly to my arm power of those underground.
Fires rage, the nine worlds ablaze
Wield the force...that no others can bear
Smite them down where they stand
Smite them down where they stand
Smite them down and grind their bones into dust
Smite them down where they stand
By the hammer and hand
Smte them down and grind their skulls into dust.
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BRETWALDAS OF HEATHEN DOOM Birmingham, UK
Two bastards from Birmingham who started making their own music in 2002.
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