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lyrics
How do we know that we are the superior being
Who ever told us that we must be king
Why do we know that we are the only chosen
Whoever reads this book may join the ring
Despite of season, despite of treason
We stand against this ruthless world
All wiped away by the one-eyed god
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christened in blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed god
Shall the meak inherit the earth who believe they are the master
Of all animals, all trees, all flowers, all breed
Penning up, felling, plucking, mutating
Bleeding to death, exploiting, burning down
Despite of season, despite of reason
We have to take away their crown!
All wiped away by the one-eyed god
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christened in blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed god
Amidst the shadows of trees we sharpen our weapons
In the shadows of mountains we improve our skills
The knowledge of our fathers is spread by runes and tradition
The lute, the drum, and the pipe 'round the fire will tell
What we hunt, what we plant ourselves will feed our children
Our women with braided hair will guide our way
Do not dare to cross our path - you slaves of splendor!
As you sow, shall you reap, you master of the stake!
Despite of season and for our reason
We have to fight this ruthless world
All wiped away by the one-eyed god
All washed away by the final flood
See all the fools christened in blood
All wiped away by the one-eyed god
how do you really explain to somebody else how a particular sound, nuance, perspective, appeals to you?.....that being said, i fucking love this.
dag_nabbhett
Otherworldly. I can't imagine where this came from because it's unlike anything else I've ever heard. Few artists achieve such a unique sound. millicow
Music for all boys called Elis.
Elis, when the blackbird calls in the black wood, this is your downfall.
All Hail the ghosts of Monte Verità and the little rascals of Kibbo Kift. Mount Abraxas Press