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Brother of the Moon
05:15
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Rising over the shore, puncturing the sky
Shaker of the earth, embers glow at night
The people of the land know his destructive hand
Brother of the moon, bringer of doom
Human sacrifice can’t satisfy you
Fallen sons of God dwell down deep inside you
A wooden cross stands in defiance
The Mouth of Hell will devour us
Liquid fire pours into the sea
Three years burning, wrath of the pagan gods
Exorcise the demon from the heart of the mountain
And pray for Brother of the Moon to sleep
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Warrior Child
03:45
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Over the mountains and under the stars lies a shrine
to the child that was born with a sword in her hand
pilgrimage over the wavering sands of time
pray to the god in the sky for a victory sign
offering burnt on the flames
drink of the blood from the veins
menacing sky, storm blowing in from the east
howl of the wind and the cry of the tempest grows nigh
light of the northern star will guide to the shore
face to the wind, trusting our fate to the waves
light of the morning star
eye of the crimson sky
beckon the warrior child
from the abyss to the flames of the fire
taken to distant lands and waters
cleansed by the blood of the damned
tasted the fruit of the gods before we
bled on the temple's steps
fled the island of pigs where men were
charmed by the witch's song
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Tears of Blood
05:22
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Horses scream across the open plain
Gunfire crackles, thunder clouds the air
Fighting for the right to roam the land
White man’s got to own and bleed it dry
And so we shed these tears of blood upon the ground
As the Ancestors await us in the sky
You came, we gave, and welcomed you into the land
You lie, and steal, and butcher those who sleep at night
Make man your slave, and break his spirit as we turn to ghosts
And hide inside the shadows looking to the sky
This legacy of sorrow hangs above
Our heads just like fog upon a lake
The bottle brings a refuge from the pain
Our way of life is dead and gone away
You reap what you sow
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Edge of the Sea
04:35
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mind awakens from sleep
truth like acid burns
melting frames of celluloid
everything begins by the edge of the sea
wash away your sins
bleed your conscience clean
crawl out of the sea
slip back into the dream
as shapes become clear
stand and face your fear
buried deep in ash and clay
our innocence lost in the fray
wash away your sins
bleed your conscience clean
crawl out of the sea
slip back into the dream
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Olde Growth Boston
With bass and drums, Olde Growth creates music that evokes the awe inspiring relics of the natural world - giant trees that
span millennia, jagged, snow-capped mountains that only the bravest of souls attempt to scale, oceans who’s mysterious depth are as alien as the most imaginative worlds out of science fiction.
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