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II. The Outsider
06:08
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Well the rustic barns
Peer at you
With sunken eyes
And the sweltering heat
On the steal of a
Bloody scythe
They choose you
The outsider
For blood of the lamb
This guttural terror
That rises from within
They choose you
The outsider
A sacrifice to Pan
This queezy feeling
Faced with death
You'll only understand
A bell rings
Atop a boarded
Creaky tower
The smell of moss
Railroad spikes
In murky Water
They choose you
The outsider
For blood of the lamb
This guttural terror
That rises from within
They choose you
The outsider
A sacrifice to Pan
This queezy feeling
Faced with death
You'll only understand
To step into the willows
Is to leap into
Utter fear
You feel the twine
Of it's branches
Crawling up your skin
Pulling you slowly
Sinking down inside
Ancient earth
Suffocating
Within
Elder dirt
They choose you
The outsider
For blood of the lamb
This guttural terror
That rises from within
They choose you
The outsider
A sacrifice to Pan
This queezy feeling
Faced with death
You'll only understand
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3. |
III. Fruitful Again
00:54
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Spoken:
The sun shines streams of light, like a halo, through bright grey and white clouds
Upon the sacrificial ash tree of the bracken valley
The crowde has burned the
Person in the wicker man
Chard to the bone
What frightens the civilized man in me is
They truly believe
Even after the lamb wails and cries, like a babe in, pain, shock, and terror
Guttural screams that cannot be immolated from a single person unless facing death
An unimaginable sound for an abysmal amount of time
The land will be fruitful again
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4. |
IV. Hang 'Em 'Till Dead
04:49
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Well, they hung ‘im by the neck
Till the coroner pronounced him dead
He didn't do nothin’
But steal a loaf o’ bread
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
And they all gazed stoic
When they seen
What they had done
Creeped back to their quiet houses
To explain to their shocked children
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
We can't escape what we were
Or what we'll soon become
Sit and watch as our tower crumbles
Once again to tribalism
We'll point our finger at the individual
Poor, innocent
Burn 'em in a suit of wicker
A bestial sacrament
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5. |
V. The Ritual
01:00
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VI. Pour Josie
04:07
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Well they drug 'er out to the woods
A crown of mayberry's upon her pale white head
Kicking dirty legs
Wet dew spring grass
Harsh on her soft skin
Prince of the dark
Pour Josie
Primal urge
Renewed in virgin blood
Callous were ‘er pleas
Village chanted in candle mass
Their sack like robes
The animal faces
Set afire the beast within
Prince of the dark
Pour Josie
Primal urge
Renewed in virgin blood
Children might hear
The lamb's ghost cries
Emanate in golden heath
Blood fades to brown
Purify the crops
To appease the outer dark
Prince of the dark
Pour Josie
Primal urge
Renewed in virgin blood
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7. |
VII. Crows of Men
00:40
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Spoken:
Birds chirp as
The bright orange sun rises from the East
To witness what the crows of men have done
Above dew drenched gargantuan ash trees covered in Spanish moss naked of their foliage
Creaking in the harsh wind
Crimson blood on pink and purple heath
Sacrifice to the supposed gods that they truly believe exist
For the many
Take the life of the one
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8. |
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(instrumental)
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9. |
IX. The Crooked Man
03:15
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In an ancient ancestral cottage
Lives a crooked, old man
Wicker figures in a deceptive garden
Waiting for the world to feed him their children
Bakes them in an oven one by one
He bakes them in an oven one by one
In the darkest of corners
Within the depths of your kindred fears
Walls, tudor, yellow and brown
Concealing his hidden passages
Bakes them in an oven one by one
He bakes them in an oven one by one
Awaiting in the hollows
Within the withering willow wood
Dwells a Primevil creature
With The promise of truffles and treats
Bakes them in an oven one by one
He bakes them in an oven one by one
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10. |
X. Lil' Mud Head
00:39
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Spoken:
An evil dirt brown face speaks beguilingly to a boy
An edifice at the bottom of a collapsed tree
It’s pendulous vines poking outward from within the trunk
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11. |
XI. Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
01:08
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Troll face in an oak stump
A foul sinister grin
Chomp, chomp, chomp
And it gobbles you up
Chomp, chomp, chomp
And it swallows you up
Fear never dies it gestates
Wear elder earth lies
Chomp, chomp, chomp
And it gobbles you up
Chomp, chomp, chomp
And it swallows you up
Feel your guttural screams
Within the belly of the earth
Chomp, chomp, chomp
And it gobbles you up
Chomp, chomp, chomp
And it swallows you up
Insides tear you to pieces
The creator of our tribe
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12. |
XII. Food of the Gods
02:22
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Spoken:
He lost his way in the woodlands
Just trying to get home
Beneath an umbrella of tall ancient ash trees
That stand gargantuan
Their twisted, nicked, arms reaching out ominously toward him
Something is stalking him
He’d sensed it, previously, in the heathlands
With every fiber of his being
He is convinced it is the instinctual blueprints handed down from his tribal, welsh ancestors that alert him to this abysmal fear
It is primitive, hungry, and dark
Some unspeakable, unexplainable, unnamable evil
He moves rapidly onward as a heavy rain falls
But is forced to slow to a crawl, reaching the muddy grime of the marshland
He trudges into the circles of elder monoliths and stones
Of which his ancestors had spilt blood upon
Twas a king per every year of harvest that was not plentiful
The kings bridegroom of fertility left alive to wed the next in line
Continuing into elder territory
through the muck and the mire
He enters a labyrinth of stones
That, for 1000s of years, had yet been seen with human eyes
Sensing aeons of death and doom there
He looses his footing and falls to his hands and knees
Aghast
Crawling,
Gazing up defeated
Running his hands upon a dark, gargantuan obsidian grey stone
What he sees horrifies him
It is the ancient hieroglyph of a primitive man running, terrified in the dark
The playful face and figure of a god with horns, surrounded by malicious fairies of the land, treading behind him
The insular Celtic encryption beneath the stone reads
“Food of the Gods… we are all just food of the Gods”
It is now, his site goes black
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He crouches from the willow tree
For our babes we give willingly
Just a stir in the woods at night
Sends shivers up my spine in fright
Oh, how we miss our children
Flesh & tears given only to him
There he sits eternal
From his horns to his hooves
In the day a body of stone
By evening he awakes
And to the rotten apples
His jaws'll be your fate
Oh, how we miss our children
Flesh & fears given only to him
There he stands eternal
From his horns to his hooves
Oh, mothers tell your daughters
Not to misbehave
He stalks within the pitch
In a garden of ivy
An elder sinister grin
Etched into eternity
Oh, how we miss our children
Flesh & blood given only to him
There he laughs eternal
From his horns to his hooves
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14. |
XIV. Elder Gods
01:12
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Where moon illuminates wispy clouds
Oh hay
Oh hay
Surrounded by a halo of light
Oh hay
Oh hay
I saw them walk titanically
Oh hay
Oh hay
Looming, shrouded, in their robes
Oh hay
Oh hay
Eternal, arcane, elder gods
Oh hay
Oh hay
They have the power to take it all
Away
Away
Where fairies glide into the stars
Oh hay
Oh hay
Behind their mask of innocence
Oh hay
Oh hay
They hold a smile so sinister
Oh hay
Oh hay
The end, it could be any day
Today, today
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15. |
XV. Beltane
00:40
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Spoken:
The mist lies low upon the meadow
Fairies dance their wooing deceptive dance
Bringing on the coming of Beltane
And they smile so malevolent and cruel
When the rain stops dead and the sun is revealed
Behind a thick layer of clouds
And again,
I see them dancing in the evening
Floating above the seaweed green bog
Fairies of light
But don’t you dare draw near
Though deceptive and beautiful they are
Keep away from the light
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The eldritch forest mound
Bathed in strange twilight
Wicker branches clasp your body
For it is only in death
You realize the horror
A dark universe surrounds us
Ah-ah-ah
The gloaming of the Gods
Maliciously deceiving
Innocently playful
There's a reason for superstition
And the primitives had ways
Of peering
Into that strange dimension
Ah-ah-ah
The gloaming of the Gods
See the trouble with revelation
Is you may never turn back
For as soon as you unlock the door
Knowledge is not power
It can leave your mind raving
As you gaze through the occidental veil
Ah-ah-ah
The gloaming of the Gods
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17. |
XVII. The Uncanny
02:55
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The primitive moon and stars suck you into a void
A nameless dimension, where you loose all sanity
Monolithic ruins, secrete an unearthly hum
Destinational lobotomy, run rabbit run
A sacred place, where the arcane eternal have their fun
Color patterns, you can't contemplate with human eyes
What has brought you here? Chaos or is it fate?
For there's no way you'll come out of this on the other side
And as the great imagine-er said this is a place where even death may die…
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18. |
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(instrumental)
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19. |
∞ Woe is Me
05:35
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Fell in love with her one night
Hard rain was fallen down
Bodice, dress
Wild flowing locks
White flowers in her hair
Silver lips
Pale skin
Blue eyes
Made love
How I lust her thighs
Said I was the lucky one
Then plucked my throat with an immortal kiss
Oh woe is me
Can’t you see
I’m locked up for eternity
Can’t you see
It isn’t me
It was the end of life you see
And I was born again
Now I can’t even face the sun
Mono no aware, evermore
Bleak sky looms over me
My thirst for love a rueful irony
Nostoghia a deep longing abyss
The numbness of a ghostly memory
Infinite night without an end
So, why don’t you just bury me in the ground?
Oh woe is me
Can’t you see
I’m locked up for eternity
Can’t you see
It isn’t me
Oh woe is me
Can’t you see
I’m undead for eternity
Can’t you see
It isn’t me
Unused spoken word:
I once had an aunt who was a wood witch
The fragrances of exotic oils on her fare skin
She lived within a lush green forest
In an old wooden house
Filled with mirrors
She was delightful when she was young
But was corrupted by the spirit of the dark one
Killing all the children
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