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Runescarred
03:22
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Horses foaming
The greenest isle painted ruby red
Backs are broken
Beasts of burden carrying justice
Sky is rising
Priestesses bless children of the ground
We await the embrace
We are marked, we are chosen
Falling to their knees - heads bowed in reverent prayer
We accept their atonement - laying our blades to their necks in forgiveness
We are Runescarred
Blood is flowing
The copper taste steadies our aim
Heroes falling
Martyred warriors, birth of gods
Sky is falling
Priests chant - blackness claims the foe
This is the embrace
The only heart they feel lay still
Falling to their knees - heads bowed in reverent prayer
We accept their atonement - laying our blades to their necks in forgiveness
We are Runescarred
Rising to our feet
We rest reverent in death
We accept our ascension
Our names are inked upon the faces of the ages
We are Runescarred
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The Mobius Hammersmith
05:02
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His bellows spit forth the flame
The ancient source of all that is war
Charred hands bend and break the Alpha Omega
Dancing lights, celestial dawns
Pepper this work
Melding the end to the start
Uroboros spits - he is a slave
Always succumbing
Weld each tragic end
Forger of all beginnings
Calloused hands inlay the past upon the now
Pliable destinies
Ingots of what will be
And scraps of what willbe once again
Metal men adorned with failure
Imperfect jewels of victory
The hammersmith chooses his alloys well
Perfectly tempered pain
Weld each tragic end
Forger of all beginnings
Calloused hands inlay the past upon the now
Bound by a malleable circle
A twin noose for the necks of man
The hammersmith cracks his anvil
And is poised to swing again
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Balancing Broken Scales
05:01
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Pulse is pounding in my chest
Feeding a heart that hates
Target's sized up
Cross-hairs lined up
A twitch of a finger - a flight to the devil below
Such cruel things fall to me
Their weight in coin; a mortal fee
Give me your silver and I'll guide them across
Fear is racing in this chest
Crushing a heart that weeps
Strength is dried up
Excuses tied up
No judgement here - I merely cast off of the shore
Such cruel things fall to me
Their weight in coin; a mortal fee
Give me your silver and I'll guide them across
Such cruel things fall to me
Balancing Broken Scales
Their weight in coin; a mortal fee
I am Charon - I am the dark
Such cruel things fall to me
Their weight in coin; a mortal fee
They gave me silver, now I'll guide you...
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Wretched Things
05:52
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Fate has spread and blots the sun
Ignored the Son now our time has come
The weapons of man have nothing on mankind
The blessing of blinding light heralds in the blackness
A forsaken man – a forsaken warning
Here we beg before the constructs of our own decay
We fall before them
We fall before these wretched things
Our hands are cleansed once again
The blood has been burned from the skin
A baptism of atoms rains on our children’s flesh
No choice, its all black and white
Pray on your knees or the floor
A forsaken world that loves itself no more
Here we beg before the constructs of our own decay
We fall before them
We fall before these wretched things
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I am an omen heeded after running ashore
When the jagged embrace of a mother takes what she will
And erases the traces
My voice is rarely heard
Through screams you’ll hear these words
It’s much too late
You’ve already taken flight
They all run screaming…
Broad wings and distant shores
A grackle perched above your door
A vacant night to hide our flight
Broad wings and distant shores
A grackle perched above your door
A vacant night to hide our flight
Upon these wing we ride
I am a warning heeded then blatantly ignored
As the vipers in their disguises preach how to live
And envelope the narrative
Their tongues forever split
Our wings forever clipped
But it’s not too late to re-learn how to fly
Screaming from reason…
Broad wings and distant shores
A grackle perched above your door
A vacant night to hide our flight
Broad wings and distant shores
A grackle perched above your door
A vacant night to hide our flight
Upon these wings we ride
No means to read the future
Hindsight is always the clearest of the senses
The wounds you bear; self-inflicted and sutured
Let’s coerce the infections to burst
Flame and fire mangle bone – upon these ashes we build our home
Broad wings and distant shores
A grackle perched above your door
A vacant night to hide these lies
Broad wings and distant shores
A grackle perched above your door
A vacant night to hide our flight
Upon these wings we ride
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Dead Earth Politics Austin, Texas
From the soul of the Austin metal scene, Dead Earth Politics is a blade that cuts like no other. Having been compared to the likes of Lamb of God, Iron Maiden, Pantera and other legends, this band strikes at many cores. In 2013 Dead Earth Politics was honored with the Austin Chronicle's "Best Metal Band of 2012" award. With this in heart, DEP continues to perfect their craft and make great art! ... more
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