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De Las Sombras
04:32
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Pray for the dying - Forsaken and alone
Souls of the crying - Wings of the crow
Burning black votives - And the lady comes
Weary and sinless - To gather up her sons
Eyes no light can escape
Gown of white she awaits
Where she calls your name
Our goddess of the grave
Manos muertas - Carving the stones
Desde las sombras - Pulling you below
Mal de la noche - Lady of the bones
Santa Muerte - Ella contigo
De las Sombras...
She walks the roads of night
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2. |
Iron Price
04:22
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Long ships and black sails lift into the moonless night
A storm of axes and nothing left, the world's our birthright
Blood spilling on the decks within the eye of the storm.
what is dead shall never die, we are the iron born.
Born of the sea, to the old ways, with blood and song
A God of the deep, with fire and sword, who drowned the world
Bless me with stone, bless me with steel, and I rise again.
We don’t sow, we don’t pay, with gold.
…We pay the Iron Price
The green lands are weak and corrupt, the south is ours to reave
A silent hunter, bloody knives, down from the north we sweep
Take the riches, in flesh and gold, cut down the young and old
What is dead, shall never die, forever down below
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Voodoo Queen
04:34
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She had the power to know, to destroy
She saw into the secrets, beyond the void
Gods of motherland down in New Orleans
She’s got spirit bloodline. She’s a Voodoo Queen
Sleeping voices echo to me, form the netherworld.
Her eyes like fires burning where my heart’s interred.
No one is prayin’ for me, I’m have gone alone.
Her words are a blade that slices down to the bone
And from the grave I’m creepin she says, “Come to me.”
My heart now belongs to the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans
Her name is whispered softly, Marie Laveaux
They say she’s ancient magic - centuries old
“My love kiss me gently,” she whispers low
Dark skin shines like water in the fire’s glow
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4. |
Ghosts of Sunken Road
06:23
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No glory found in their grave
All heaven cries for the broken
No march home for the unlucky brave
A crime that goes unspoken
Absolution was offered
Before they come to the slaughter
Down in the sunken road
The furnace roar and musket smoke
Hold that line alone
Flesh and blood, mud and bone.
Beneath the midday sun
Road ran red with their blood
When the day was done
Five-thousand men kingdom come
Ghosts of Sunken Road
On moonless nights they walk alone
Ghosts of Sunken Road
Only shadows remain and tears cry on
…Ghosts of Sunken Road
Years have come and gone away
Memories of names forgotten
Nothing gained from the slaughter
And on moonless nights they say
You can hear their voices still calling
Forever trapped in the slaughter
Down in the sunken road
The hoof-beats drum, and the dead march on
Hold that line alone
Cannons bark, and the reaper comes, aww yeah
Ghosts of Sunken Road
On moonless nights they walk alone
Ghosts of Sunken Road
Only shadows remain and tears cry on
…Ghosts of Sunken Road
Absolution was offered
Before they came to the…
Nothing gained from the…
Forever trapped in the slaughter
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5. |
Speedway Blues
05:02
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My sixty-nine, she owns the road.
Leave them Mustangs chewed up in smoke.
Fastback Chevelle, four-fifty-fours.
440 Magnums, slammed to the floor.
Those Hemi-cudas, they all too slow.
When I drop that hammer, watch her go.
Out on the blacktop she can unload.
Don’t stand a chance against my GTO.
If you want to race then, I’m the one you’re looking for now.
I say, “what you scared of? Come on lay your pink slip down.”
That’s the Speedway Blues
Out on highway, two-eighty-one.
I met a man with eyes like machine guns
“Nice ride you got, boy, let’s have some fun.”
I said, “You got the money? Then get up and run.”
He just laughed, “you don’t know me, son?
My name’s Perdition, Beelzebub.
I don’t want your money, and I don’t want your blood.
I want your soul, and I want that judge.”
"If you want to race then, this time the winner takes all."
He said, “Don’t be scared it’s just your eternal soul.”
"That’s the Speedway Blues"
That Boss 420 growled like a dog.
Came off the line with a gunshot.
I jumped out ahead, screaming like a saw.
That hell-hound on my trail couldn’t shake him off.
My engine’s in the red, she’s running hot.
White lines were blurring like the word of God.
Took the corner and my wheels went soft.
Ended up in flames and my race was lost.
You had your race, and now the deal is done.
He said, “I got your soul, and now you lost your judge."
That’s the Speedway Blues
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6. |
Warrior's Lament
06:20
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The breaths they don’t come easy, the years they weigh me down.
No battle left to die in, no seed remains to sow.
There’s no time left for waiting, nothing left to show.
Every breath I take is baited, every step has turned to stone.
I wonder if you know...
My bones are weak and weary, I can hear the reaper call.
When will they send the roses, when it’s time for me to go.
I wonder if you know...
My heart pumps for no reason, the sun hangs red and low,
A turning of the season, this winter of my soul.
Give me one more mountain, beyond which I cannot know.
I can see my death is coming, and I’m stuck at the crossroads.
Stuck at the crossroads...
One more line to charge on
One more call to war
One more cut to suffer
One more mile to go
One more blade to shatter
One more bloody foe
One more chance at glory
One more plate of crow
The watcher in the darkness
The hunter in the snow
The pilgrim at the temple
The runner all alone
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7. |
Blackhouse
04:24
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A black house sits empty, down at the end of the road.
A black house sits empty, down at the end of the road.
I can’t stop from runnin’, but I can never go back home.
Got that Southbound Voodoo, black mark upon my soul.
This sinner is runnin’, till judgment day, I’m all alone
This sinner is runnin’, till judgment day, I’m all alone
A cold, cold moon is shinnin’, down on my lonely road.
Got that Southbound Voodoo, black mark upon my soul.
Run, sinner, run – you best hide your face
Run, sinner, run – hear the preacher say
Run, sinner, run – get on your knees and pray
Run, sinner, run – you want to clear your name
Like God told Nicodemus, you must be born again.
That black house waits for me, because I killed the one I loved
That black house waits for me, because I killed the one I loved
I dug that hole and left her, 2 feet of dirt over flesh and bone
Got that Southbound Voodoo, black mark upon my soul.
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Signal is lost I drift inside the formless black
No time no space no feeling, all things collapse
Where am I going to be when I awake?
What am I? What’s this thing, that I became?
Our pain is eternal.
I am complete.
Rebirth is universal.
A Bloody Machine.
Dear Mother, are you listening? To my screams?
When am I going to, where does it mean?
Why is there, “Who I am?” – I cannot see.
Nothing is everything – This is just a dream.
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My mind is going dark, now lost for years.
Alone on this ship, bound for the stars.
Drifting in a sea of fear, and weightless tears
I can still hear Mother's voice, whispering in my ear.
"Don't be afraid of the dark.
Everything looks better with the sun."
Have to fight this madness, there's nowhere to run.
I can hear the changes, soon to come.
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From beyond the void I awaken.
No name remains, just a hunger burning low.
Born of the blackness, adrift and alone.
Wrapped in the mists of an ion storm.
There is a force prime-evil, crawling through my skull.
As I walk these empty halls, I feel it way down low.
This is all that’s left, the stars my destiny.
Destroyer of regret - lost humanity.
Electromagnetic insanity.
The ancient traveler of the prophecy.
Cast out loneliness, in a timeless sea.
Intergalactic Bastard: Singularity
In the dark, of madness and pain.
There's no warnth in the light of moon beams.
Wrapped in the pull of a silent grave.
Coffin of flame space-time all alone.
As I sail compass broken across the ocean of night.
Don’t fear the coldness seeping from my atomar light.
I am the chaos floating inside the cosmic string.
Light-years of damnation blue-shifted screams.
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