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Genesis
05:58
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The start of a cycle
Hatred leads you to curse my very name
I am warped
Deformed
Undeserving
Everyday you shun me
My hatred for you swells
I am celibate
None can bear to look upon my twisted form
I’m kept a pet
Servant for a master of arcane deeds
I watch him and learn of old gods
Gods who demand tribute
That feed on the darkest place in your heart
You can’t bear to gaze upon them
But I look them in their eye
They say I am worthy
That I can live forever
That I will never sleep
That I will never die
That all you have is truly mine
I take it freely now
You bend your knee
You fear my wrath
The power of my gods brings sacrifices to me
The blood of your sons
The fruit of your daughters
They belong to me
And even when you rise up, dare ask another to strike me down
I simply smile
I am not dead
I do not sleep
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First birth of the Revenant
A walking husk with no remorse
Rises from its sepulchre
Pale faces of the council
Strangled by candlelit rope
A sacrifice to him
A village burns
Orange embers reflect on rotting flesh
Blood tribute from your elder sons
Slit wrists pour sanguine wine
To fill the chalice of Abhartach
First death of the Revenant
Pierced through the heart with silver spear
But Abhartach he never sleeps
He never stops
Slain captain of the guardsmen
Last elision in a fevered dream
Death rattle in the red evening
By outpost trees
A village burns
Orange embers reflect on rotting flesh
Blood tribute from your elder sons
Slit wrists pour sanguine wine
To fill the chalice of Abhartach
He never sleeps
He never stops
He never sleeps
He never stops
He never sleeps
He never stops
He never sleeps
He never stops
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Excursion of Cathrain
03:22
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A third ceremony to bury the Tyrant
How long his cursed remains stay dead I do not know
But I must leave this place and seek wisdom alone
No light to guide me
No scout to show my way
Beyond the meadow, and to the west
They say that ancient wisdom can be found
Heavy rainfall
Thunder in the distance
Wet grass underneath hoofs
I ride alone
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4. |
A Grave of Thorns
04:48
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5. |
Remission
06:33
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You will never know peace, sons of Cathrain
My physical manifestation is not all I am
I am the fear that grips your cold lonely heart
This is but one incarnation
What of your sword
That banishes me from this realm
No matter what I’ll always come back
No sacred yew, nor blessed enchantment
Will get rid of me
This is only remission
The gods I serve still demand tribute
Your sons will make their own
Blood sacrifices in the night
They’ll pick up their knives and slit
Their own wrists
Their blood will flow freely
My lords feed off your misery
When you think you have found peace
The terror will return
More sleepless nights spent in cold empty beds
No lover to cradle you
No spell of protection to ward off evil spirits
Just you alone in the night
I never sleep
I never stop
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