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My mind, untouchable
Got my psyche locked in a little cage
But the door lies open
And yet, I don't fly away
I saw the pieces tumble
And my sanity fled from me
Mental anguish and torment
Unlocks the rage dormant
Chorus:
So endless, so vast
No future, No past
Blank and featureless
I embrace this empty caress
This void envelops me
On my final journey
I am lost in the wake
My prelude to the grave...
Cutting out all dissension
I hone myself to the task at hand
My ascension to Hell's throne
Forged of fire, ice and stone
My soul, encased in a white-hot
Berserker's rage, blood boiling wrath
From which none are exempt
Upon my ascent
And I saw the pieces tumble
And my sanity fled from me
Mental anguish and torment
Unlocks the rage dormant
So endless, so vast
No future, No past
Blank and featureless
I embrace this empty caress
This void envelops me
On my final journey
I am lost in the wake
My prelude to the grave... the grave... the grave...
Life is just a prelude to the grave...
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The last stop and you're at the top
Prepare for submittance
The last step on your
Way to Mictlan
Four limbs, four Priests
--And the Fifth with a dagger!
Upheld in anointed hands
Poised to strike!
You are not even
Worthy of this honour!
Your have sundered
All ties that bind!
Repeated sinnings
No longer forgiven!
Expose thy breast
For the Fifth's knife
Cut!
Pre-chorus:
Cold is, the comfort,
Of the obsidian blade!
Chorus:
Thy heart still beating!
Thy flesh consumed!
All faults exposed!
Spineless!
Post-chorus:
Spineless One, expose thy breast
for the Fifth's knife!
Now on the very edge
Of life and the spirit world
Unaccepting of your Fate
You insult the very Gods
Steely hands grasp down
Upon writhing limbs
May your soul suffer
Eternally!
Cold is, the comfort,
Of the obsidian blade!
Thy heart still beating!
Thy flesh consumed!
All faults exposed!
Spineless!
Spineless One, expose thy breast
for the Fifth's knife!
Now on the path to Mictlan
Your soul in judgment, tormented
Scathing fires and freezing rains
Searing toxins, eternal pain
The Five share in
A gory feast
Thrown to the wayside
Is your worthless spine!
[solo: Brett]
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Beloved of the Æsir, God of Light and Beauty
Was Baldr, who fell to Loki's treachery
Chorus:
Dreams of death, dreams of doom
Unconquerable fears in the night did loom
The froze his heart and stole the breathe from his lips
And all too soon, he'd be pierced by the mistletoe spear-tip
His mother, Odin's wife, gentle Frigga
Shared his dreams, and was the guardian of his well-being
She went to all the beings of all the lands
And made them swear that her son would not be killed -
- by their own hands... and so they swore the oath
To Odin and Frigga's son Baldr, they would do no harm
And so, the God of Light was henceforth safe
And all the Æsir took to playing games
Chorus:
With bow and arrow, spear and sword
The Æsir to a god failed to do him harm
Loki looked on, his heart cold with jealousy
Loki looked on, his heart hot with fury
And so in the guise of an old crone
Loki entered Frigga's palace, his heart filled with malice
He asked of her "why does your son go unscathed,
what in all the nine worlds could be his bane?
Loki: "Hodr why dost thou, not partake in the games?"
Hodr: "It is for I am blind."
Loki: "Let me take thy hand, and let me guide thy throw."
Loki: "Cast this bolt of mistletoe...."
And all the gods were filled with greatest sorrow
For the most beloved one had fallen, by his brother's hand
Odin struck down Hodr for his unwitting part
And Hermod took up the reins of his father's steed
For nine days and nine nights he rode without pause
Eight legs carrying him downwards him to the depths of the nine worlds
Through pitch-black valleys and over the river Gjöll
Sleipnir galloped ceaselessly, to the Gates of Hel
Chorus:
Splayed before the goddess of death
Hermod begged for his brother's life-breathe
To be returned to him, but Hel was not so easily swayed
Hel: "If all should mourn for him, I shall set Baldr free"
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Wandering the pagan Northlands
Rising to fate's ensnaring plan
Battling man, beast and giant
Upon dead foes my blessings are sent
A test of courage and resolve
A test of blood and bone
Pre-chorus:
This is my final quest
This is my destiny!
I will see it through
Ragnarok be damned!
Chorus:
The Serpent, encoiled,
Drawing the life from me
Thor's Hammer comes crashing
Down upon my foes!
Each step - a thunderclap!
Each breath - a thunderclap!
I strike down with Mjorllnir!
I take down all opposers!
A test of courage and resolve
A test of blood and bone
This is my final quest
This is my destiny!
I will see it through
Ragnarok be damned!
The Serpent, encoiled,
Drawing the life from me
Thor's Hammer comes crashing
Down upon my foes!
My foes! My foes....
[Solo: Brett]
Chant:
Row! Row!
Row! Row! Row for all you're worth!
Kill! Kill! Take no prisoners!
Row! Row! Row for all you're worth!
Kill! Kill! Take no prisoners!
This is my final quest
This is my destiny!
I will see it through
Ragnarok be damned!
The Serpent, encoiled,
Drawing the life from me
Thor's Hammer comes crashing
Down upon my foes!
Row! Row!
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Reverberations of a memory
The sound of an army marching over me
Legions of soldiers guns to the sky
Strong of arm with an eagles’ eye
Pounding their heels into the ground
Pounding out a warpath
Chorus:
Under the bloody banners
Of our forefathers
We shall fight as one
We shall fight until the fighting's done
In defense against a threat
Made of terror, blood and sweat
Children hide beneath their bed-covers
Daggers are taken up by their mothers
The armies reach out and envelope the earth
They take all in their berth
Under the bloody banners
Of our forefathers
We shall fight as one
We shall fight until the fighting's done
The closer to death I was
The more I felt alive
All about me, comrades are downed
And all are deafened by the war drum's sound...
[Solo: Brett]
Pound, pound, their heels into the ground
Pound, pound out a warpath
Pound, pound, to guts and glory
They are bound, pound out a warpath
The lands are churned, mud covers all
Un-fucking-stoppable
Beneath their powder and steel and their machinations
We shall fall to the assault of the warmonger's nation
Night falls upon a blackened earth
Blasted ruins are all that is left of worth... of worth...
Night falls and all that is left
Is a single candle burning dimly in the dark... the dark...
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released November 21, 2009
