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Primordial
Members | |
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Current | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass (1993-present) |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars (1993-present) |
Member(bands): Arcane Sun (live) | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals (1993-present) |
Member(bands): Dread Sovereign, Twilight of the Gods, Blood Revolt, Perdition, Plagued, Aprilmen, Metal Salvage, Void of Silence | |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums (1997-2002, 2003-2010, 2010-present) |
Member(bands): Geasa, Perdition, Dread Sovereign | |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars (2002-present) |
Member(bands): Carnún | |
Past | |
Derek "D." MacAmlaigh | Drums (1993-1997) |
Feargal Flannery | Guitars (1993-1997) |
Member(bands): Arcane Sun, The Fifth Dominion | |
Past (Live) | |
Dave McMahon | Bass (2003) |
Steve Hughes | Drums (2003) |
Member(bands): Eternum, Slaughter Lord, Nazxul, Mortal Sin, Presto | |
Gerry Clince | Guitars (2003, 2008, 2015), Bass (2017) |
Member(bands): Death the Leveller, Mael Mórdha | |
Cathal Murphy | Drums (2010) |
Member(bands): Carnún Rising, Hallowed, Karnayna, Pagan Reign, Mael Mórdha | |
Gareth Averill | Drums (2010) |
Member(bands): Aprilmen |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Dark Romanticism... Sorrow’s Bitter Harvest... | Demo | 1993 | Show album |
2 | Demo | Demo | 1994 | Show album |
3 | Imrama | Full-length | 1995 | Show album |
4 | Primordial / Katatonia | Split | 1996 | Show album |
5 | A Journey’s End | Full-length | 1998 | Show album |
6 | The Burning Season | EP | 1999 | Show album |
7 | Spirit the Earth Aflame | Full-length | 2000 | Show album |
8 | Storm Before Calm | Full-length | 2002 | Show album |
9 | Dark Romanticism | Compilation | 2004 | Show album |
10 | The Gathering Wilderness | Full-length | 2005 | Show album |
11 | Primordial / Mael Mórdha | Split | 2005 | Show album |
12 | Rrroooaaarrr | Split | 2005 | Show album |
13 | To the Nameless Dead | Full-length | 2007 | Show album |
14 | All Empires Fall | Video | 2010 | Show album |
15 | Redemption at the Puritan’s Hand | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
16 | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | Full-length | 2014 | Show album |
17 | All Empires Fall | Live album | 2015 | Show album |
18 | Gods to the Godless | Live album | 2016 | Show album |
19 | A Heathen’s Anthology | Boxed set | 2017 | Show album |
20 | Heathen Legacy | EP | 2018 | Show album |
21 | Exile Amongst the Ruins | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
Dark Romanticism... Sorrow’s Bitter Harvest...
Members | |
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Band members | |
Alan | Vocals |
Ciaran | Guitars, Keyboards |
Paul | Bass |
Derek | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alan | Cover art, Design, Layout |
Radley | Recording |
Tracks | |||
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1. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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2. | The Darkest Flame | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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3. | Among the Lazarai | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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22:12 |
Demo
Members | |
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Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Derek "D." MacAmlaigh | Drums |
Feargal Flannery | Guitars |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:11 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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2. | The Fires... | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:34 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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14:19 |
Imrama
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 20th, 1995 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 8CD | CD | |
2001 | Hammerheart Records | HHR084 | CD | Remastered, Slipcase |
2005
(titled "Imrama / A Journey’s End") |
Candlelight Records USA | CDL0209 | 2CD | Remastered |
2005 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA090 | CD | |
2009 | Fono Ltd. | FO778CD | 2CD | Digipak |
March 13th, 2009 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14714-2 | CD + DVD | Digipak |
April 2nd, 2013 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14714-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 3 colors, Reissue |
2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14714-0 | CD | Reissue |
April 10th, 2020 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14714-8 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 4 colors, Reissue, Remastered |
Unknown | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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46:04 |
Primordial / Katatonia
Members | |
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Band members | |
Katatonia | |
Le Huche | Bass |
Blackheim | Guitars, Keyboards |
Renkse | Vocals, Drums |
Primordial | |
Master A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran M.U. | Guitars |
Pol M.A. | Bass |
D.M.A. | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dan Swanö | Producer, Mixing |
Alan Averill | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Katatonia - Scarlet Heavens | 10:21 | Show lyrics |
Only for the wind I lay myself down Feeling this scarlet scent of death Under ebony shades I dream of a child Dancing in heaven, dancing in heaven I must have seen this face before A monument of shallow sorrows Under ebony shades a child now dies But grievance won’t regain Something grasp for my soul I think it’s god But my sorrow is dragging me down Through my sins Where is god in his heaven Why am I a twisted mind Now I see the light above But in darkness I must fall For my soul you pray at last Will I find my place? The stench of sorrow that pierce my flesh Can never be pure When the blackness overwhelms me Where shall I turn To run away to never look back To run away from evil |
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Side B | |||
2. | Primordial - To Enter Pagan | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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15:56 |
A Journey’s End
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 15th, 1998 | Misanthropy Records | AMAZON 015 | CD | |
1998 | Mystic Production | 163 | Cassette | |
1998 | Rocris Disc | ROC 013-03 | Cassette | |
1999 | Hammerheart Records | HHR045 | CD | Remastered |
1999 | Hammerheart Records | HHR045 | 12" vinyl | |
2001 | Hammerheart Records | HHR085 | CD | Remastered |
2001 | Misanthropy Records | AMAZON 015 | Cassette | |
2005 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA091 | CD | |
2009 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14732-0 | CD | |
September 28th, 2009 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14732-2 | 2CD | Reissue, Digipak |
January 9th, 2011 | Metal Blade Records | CD | ||
September 27th, 2013 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14732-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Coloured, Reissue |
April 10th, 2020 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14732-7 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 4 colors, Reissue, Remastered |
Unknown | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
The Burning Season
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 4th, 1999 | Hammerheart Records | HHR 050 / HHR050 | CD | |
October 4th, 1999 | Hammerheart Records | HHR050 | 10" vinyl |
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Stephen O’Malley | Cover art |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept, Logo |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Calling | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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2. | Among the Lazarae | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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3. | The Burning Season | 08:47 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season |
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4. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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30:57 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 22nd, 2000 | Hammerheart Records | HHR063 | CD | |
May 22nd, 2000 | Hammerheart America | 672020-00062 | CD | |
2000 | Hammerheart Records | HHR063 | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
2000 | Hammerheart Records | HHR063 | 12" vinyl | Gatefold |
2000 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M-328 | CD | |
2002 | Fono Ltd. | FO181CD | CD | |
2005 | Candlelight Records USA | CDL0211CD | CD | |
2005 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA089 | CD | |
2010 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14865-0 | CD | Remastered |
July 2nd, 2010 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14865-2 | 2CD | Reissue, Remastered, Digipak |
July 13th, 2018 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14865-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 5 colors, Reissue, Remastered |
Unknown | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:18 |
Storm Before Calm
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 24th, 2002 | Hammerheart Records | HHR086 | CD | |
June 24th, 2002 | Hammerheart Records | HHR086 | 12" vinyl | |
2002 | Fono Ltd. | FO150CD | CD | |
July 11th, 2005 | Karmageddon Media | KARMA088 | CD | |
November 1st, 2005 | Candlelight Records USA | CDL0212CD | CD | |
January 10th, 2011 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14963-2 | CD + DVD | Digipak, Remastered |
2018 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14963-0 | CD | Reissue |
July 13th, 2018 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14963-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 5 colors, Reissue, Remastered |
Unknown | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
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1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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46:16 |
Dark Romanticism
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 21st, 2004 | Karmageddon Media | Karma014 | CD + DVD | |
June 21st, 2004 | Candlelight Records USA | CDL0129CD | CD + DVD | |
2008 | No Sign of Life Records | NSOL 005 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Picture disc |
2015 | Ván Records | VÁN154 | 12" vinyl |
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Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
Nemtheanga | Vocals |
D. MacAmlaigh | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Layout, Lyrics, Liner Notes, |
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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2. | The Darkest Flame | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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3. | Among the Lazarae | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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5. | In Graciousness (live) | 03:46 | |
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6. | A Blacker Art (live) | 04:59 | |
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7. | Total Destruction (Bathory cover) (live) | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
Twilight burn across the sky Time has come the doom is near Stillness rules this cloudless night Armageddon is here Woe to you Earth and sea TOTAL DESTRUCTION 12 days of total eclipse Yet the stillness rules this night of mist But slowly clouds of death are forming The time has come to reap Burning skies Battle cries TOTAL DESTRUCTION The end of mankind universe So many battles yet to fight Take heed forever learn When the bells chime THE RETURN... Screams of fear The doom is here TOTAL DESTRUCTION |
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8. | To Walk the Infernal Fields (Darkthrone cover) (live) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From the abode of demons A wing of the Pentagram Comes the juice that painted My heart and my soul Swept in black they are Swept in black I am From this soul come the eyes That will look upon your ten Beautiful heads with delight My heart is the one That will tend to your flames And make them mine We share this spirit My heart is yours... I am your disciple And therefore my own Your weapon I will be With the demons that possess me We’ll ride the seven sins of death That takes me to katharsis The sign of your horns Is my dearest vision They impale all holy and weak You watch me face the mirror And see desecration With my art I am the fist In the face of god |
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Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | Fallen to Ruins (live) | ||
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2. | Gods to the Godless (live) | Show lyrics | |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre (live) | Show lyrics | |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | The Burning Season (live) | Show lyrics | |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Sons of Morrigan (live) | Show lyrics | |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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6. | To Enter Pagan (live) | Show lyrics | |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
The Gathering Wilderness
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 7th, 2005 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14518-2 | CD | |
February 7th, 2005 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14518-0 | CD + DVD | Digipak |
2005 | Fono Ltd. | FO472CD | CD | |
2005 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14518-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 2 colors |
2007 | Sentinel Records | GOK012 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Picture disc |
2010 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14518-2 | CD | Repress |
October 10th, 2014 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14518-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 2 colors, Reissue |
2017 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14518-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Reissue |
Unknown | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
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1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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5. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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6. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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7. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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Primordial / Mael Mórdha
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Band members | |
Primordial | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Mael Mórdha | |
Shane Cahill | Drums |
Anthony Lindsay | Guitars |
Gerry Clince | Guitars |
Roibéard Ó Bogail | Vocals, Piano, Low whistle, Tin whistle |
Dave Murphy | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
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1. | Primordial - The Soul Must Sleep (live) | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where? To this very moment..." [Nausea by Jean Paul Sartre (1905-1980)] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Is it you? Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here, my will has been spent So let us depart! Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure? Or a return to a permanent dream state? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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2. | Mael Mórdha - Cluain Tarbh | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
Flying went the Ficheal board as Mael Mórdha entered a rage At the sons of the Boróimhe for the taunts which they spake About deeds past of which they scarcely knew, Mighty was the fury into which the King flew Back, back, back he rode, from the High King’s Dún, Brían’s messenger with peace offering had his skull clove in two The sea between Laighean and the Lochlannaigh host Grew thick with their dragonboats fierce, As Sitric Norse King of Dubh Linn summoned a great host With Gormfhlaith, Mórdha’s sister, as the main bait, The Norsemen flocked from the Shetlands, Hebrides and Orkneys The holy land of Mannanán, halfway across the sea, From Cornwall, Flanders and Normandy, they came for the melée Brían on hearing of invaders many gathered his clanns and headed east At Cluain Tarbh they did assemble and prepared for great slaughter Flying the banner of the raven black the Lochlannaigh host did attack Victory prophecised on that day: Good Friday 1014 Gael fought Viking fought Viking fought Gael As their weapons drank their fill, The tide was turning against Ború Til Mael Seachlainn arrived with forces new D’eitilt an Mórrigán trasna Cluain Tarbh The warriors of Woden turned and fled The Boróimhe forces led great slaughter Mannanán took their longships, the sea turned red Brodar came from Man seeking Brían’s wife Brodar fled the battle taking Brían’s life He fought a bloody fight at the edge of Tomar’s wood Cutting the High King down in his tent Brían’s Shieldgeld then slew Brodar too Many men went to Valhalla, still more to Donn’s cave Though the power of the Lochlannaigh was broken on that day Did die the kings of Orkney, Hebrides and Man, So too did die Mael Mórdha, did the sons of Brían’s clann The Kingship of Ériu did revert to the King of old, Mael Seachlainn returned to Tara to reclaim its halls as his own |
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11:23 |
Rrroooaaarrr
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Amon Amarth | |
Ted Lundström | Bass |
Olavi Mikkonen | Guitars |
Johan Hegg | Vocals |
Johan Söderberg | Guitars |
Fredrik Andersson | Drums |
Brainstorm | |
Dieter Bernert | Drums |
Torsten Ihlenfeld | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Milan Loncaric | Guitars, Vocals (backing) |
Andy B. Franck | Vocals (lead) |
Andreas Mailänder | Bass |
Primordial | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Cataract | |
Ricky Dürst | Drums |
Greg Mäder | Guitars |
Federico Carminitana | Vocals |
Michael Henggeler | Bass |
Simon Füllemann | Guitars |
Powerwolf | |
Charles Greywolf | Bass, Guitars |
Matthew Greywolf | Guitars |
Falk Maria Schlegel | Keyboards |
Attila Dorn | Vocals |
Stéfane Funèbre | Drums |
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1. | Amon Amarth - Pursuit of Vikings | 04:29 | Show lyrics |
The warming sun returns again And melts away the snow The sea is freed from icy chains Winter is letting go Standing on the ocean side We can hear the waves Calling us out with tide To sail into our fate Oden! Guide our ships Our axes, spears and swords Guide us through storms that whip And in brutal war Our ships await us by the shore Time has come to leave Our country, family and homes For riches in the east Some of us won’t return But that won’t bring us down Our fate is written in the web Woven by the Norns A ram is sacrificed Across the longship’s bow And as we set our sails A strong breeze starts to blow It carries us out to sea With hope of fame and pride And glorious all will be That with sword in hand will die Oden! Guide our ships Our axes, spears and swords Guide us through storms that whip And in brutal war Oden! Guide our ships Our axes, spears and swords Guide us through storms that whip And in brutal war |
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2. | Amon Amarth - Revenge of the Zombie (Six Feet Under cover) | 02:58 | Show lyrics |
From the grave I will escape Maggots crawl from out my skull The worms they feed upon my brain The life I lost I now regain And my skin has molded green Bullet holes through flesh and bone Half my face rotted off I wait to drink your fucking blood - blood! Hunting - killing Murderous - I’ll cut your fucking head off! A butcher’s knife clenched in my fist Revenge of the Zombie Stabbing you to fucking death Revenge of the Zombie Hacking eyes right from your face Revenge of the Zombie I feed upon your dying brain Revenge of the Zombie To live your life in horrid pain Revenge of the Zombie Open sores start to decay Revenge of the Zombie New human beings I create Revenge of the Zombie From my spell you can’t escape Revenge of the Zombie |
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3. | Brainstorm - Inside the Monster | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
All the words you said to me, are bleeding me dry (...bleeding me dry...) All those colors you’ve shown me are fading away and I ask myself why... Through the looking glass, I’m too blinded to see (...blinded to see...) You shall not fall, neither shall I despair In some way you’ll remember me (remember me) You’re blessed by the fate and it runs through my veins Your mind’s gone astray and you don’t know my name Inside the monster – I’m alone The nightmare continues and I’m on my own Inside the monster – see the force I’m hunting my fears, I’m inside a war, inside the steam... (inside the steam) I am! Oh... (The candles) the candles are burning out, nothing ventured, nothing gained You never know where life will take us, but I hope to breathe again (ah...) Am I wasting my time (wasting my time), am I losing my pride (I’m losing my pride) Sift through the darkness, all I hope to find are the things that you hide Escape from those things you put me through I’ll surrender but now I’ve failed you Inside the monster – I’m alone The nightmare continues and I’m on my own Inside the monster – see the force I’m hunting my fears, I’m inside a war, inside a war! Now you’ll hear, side by side And I’m losing my mind (losing my mind) Escape from the dark, from the things that you hide, that you hide! (You’re blessed) you’re blessed by the fate and it runs through my veins (runs through my veins) But now I’m free of the fear that you obtain Inside the monster – I’m alone The nightmare continues and I’m on my own Inside the monster – see the force I’m hunting my fears, I’m inside a war! Inside the monster – I’m alone The nightmare continues and I’m on my own Inside the monster – see the force I’m hunting my fears, I’m inside a war – inside the steam, ha-ha-ha... |
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4. | Brainstorm - Sirens (Savatage cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
On the sea they heard the voices sing Through the storm the island’s closing in They’d heard tales of lives lost at sea Deserted beach just beyong their reach You’re approaching the island of the... Sirens Sirens Hungry for man tonight Sirens Sirens Claiming the sailors’ lives Nine men made it to a shore A night of terror lies neatly in store Who are those women? Are they real? Is this just a crazy dream? You’re approaching the island of the... Sirens Sirens Hungry for flesh tonight Sirens Sirens Claiming the sailors’ lives Terror happens quickly Remains till the sailor are gone They vanished in the night Sirens singing their song Whoa... till they’re gone... |
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5. | Primordial - The Song of the Tomb | 07:56 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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6. | Cataract - Nothing’s Left | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
So many times we shared our thoughts So many moments we were so close So filled with joy and full of trust We walked along the lightened road Nothing is left now that I m gone Now I see your hidden face Nothing is left... Tied by my feelings in my heart, I couldn’t see behind the mask It’s all past and from this spot now I can see what you were and what I despise I ll go my way with compassion towards the light The decision I took opened the door to take a step out of the dark What is left of the angry and creative energy that we used to have when this was supposed to be the most important thing in your life. Together we developed passion, dedication and trust for this and now that you grow older you turn your back and everything you ever talked or just thought about is worth nothing to you now. There’s nothing left of you! |
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7. | Cataract - XXX (Nasty Savage cover) | 04:50 | Show lyrics |
Take a trip, down lover’s lane Take that trip, it’s time to play Adult entertainment, you must be of age Come and get wild, climb out of your cage You feel like your under the spiked heel The crack of the whip brings great thrills She soars to heights loves her delights The foreplay is gone, the seduction is on She’s the ultimate pro who puts on a show As she had me tied she moleste my mind Exciting herself, I could have cried Now I know, she loves to be wild In her pants You took a trip down lover’s lane Now you’re gone, you won’t be the same Cinema fantasies, night clubs and shows All the women, you never can know Triple X XXX XXX |
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8. | Powerwolf - Kiss of the Cobra King | 04:30 | Show lyrics |
Another wait and I let it fall, it’s anyway You got me down on my knees for a single way And when the time is done, alone we wore Oh, I cannot feel this way Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra king Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra king Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra And when they come and I see the town, anyway Another fall and I lose the love, true mistake You feel the mirror in my eyes coming out Oh, I cannot feel this way Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra king Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra king Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra Woah, woah Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra king Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra king Wo, this is the kiss of the cobra |
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9. | Powerwolf - March of the Saint (Armored Saint cover) | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
You’re the youth bangers fight forever more Raise your golden hammer bring it down like Thor Ooh the force is going to bring us victory No foe or rival will stop the energy It’s a vital mistake To try to brawl with the brave The storm just breaks out in rage Oh then it’s time to release the martyrs on your mind It’s the march of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint Clench your fist a battle’s on the way Shout the truth metal’s here to claim the day Hear the crowd’s mighty roar It verifies assurance that we won another war It’s a vital mistake To try to brawl with the brave The storm just breaks out in rage Oh then it’s time to release the martyrs on your mind It’s the march of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint It’s a vital mistake To try to brawl with the brave The storm just breaks out in rage Oh then it’s time to release the martyrs on your mind March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint, march of the saint March of the saint |
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10. | Los Vasallos Metallos - United Under the Blade | 03:22 | |
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11. | Los Vasallos Metallos - Do You Wanna Die | 03:04 | |
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12. | Los Vasallos Metallos - Black Magic (Slayer cover) | 04:02 | |
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52:52 |
To the Nameless Dead
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 16th, 2007 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14649-2 | CD | |
November 16th, 2007 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14649-0 | 2CD | Limited edition, Digibook |
November 16th, 2007 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14649-1 | 2 12" vinyls | |
2007 | Fono Ltd. | FO708CD | CD | |
November 27th, 2007 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14649-2 | CD | Enhanced |
2008 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-41051-1PD | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Picture disc |
February 3rd, 2015 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14649-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 3 colors, Reissue, Repress |
Unknown | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp |
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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6. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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7. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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8. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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54:42 |
All Empires Fall
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Oliver Barth | Director (DVD2 tracks 1-7) |
Gareth Averill | Director (DVD1), Editing (DVD1) |
Chris Fielding | Mixing (DVD1) |
Jon Averill | DVD menu design |
Stephen Caffrey | Recording (DVD1) |
Daire McKenna | Recording (DVD1) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Empire Falls | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Fuil Ársa | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dheite arsa... Ta ar Aine fºs ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir... Go siorai An rud a eirionn ºn gcre Fillfidh se aris Ta na coillte suilta agam Mhothainn na spirid... Mhothainn an phian Ag tnuth Le rich athoireacha seanda arsa, ar Ard rithe Le sui... I gcuimhne na glºire Muintir na ndeithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fi draoichta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaionn se go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge siorai |
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3. | Gallows Hymn | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I was never a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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4. | Sons of the Morrigan | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more |
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5. | Cast to the Pyre | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... |
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6. | The Golden Spiral | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer |
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7. | As Rome Burns | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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8. | The Coffin Ships | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break |
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9. | Traitors Gate | 06:10 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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10. | Journey’s End | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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11. | No Nation on This Earth | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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12. | Gods to the Godless | 06:40 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people |
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13. | Heathen Tribes | 08:20 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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1. | Empire Falls | 08:25 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:26 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I was never a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:04 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more |
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4. | As Rome Burns | 08:34 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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5. | The Coffin Ships | 09:10 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break |
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6. | Heathen Tribes | 08:53 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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7. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people |
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8. | The Coffin Ships | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break |
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9. | Gods to the Godless | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people |
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10. | Gallows Hymn | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I was never a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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11. | As Rome Burns | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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12. | Heathen Tribes | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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01:34:07 |
Redemption at the Puritan’s Hand
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A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Mastering |
Paul McCarroll | Artwork, Design |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
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1. | No Grave Deep Enough | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
All of the God’s children they all have to die Pauper to King sworn enemies to kin From men without sin to those with the beast within The grave is absolute, the grave is all O, Death where are your teeth That gnaw on the bones of fabled men O, Death where are your claws That haul me from the grave Do you have justice to trump the divine To steal the sanctity from their sermon Reduce to ash, writing of piety And conquer the lord’s word I think you do Do you bring fear to the hearts of heathens When your breath is upon their necks And the gods will not answer And the sun is no longer in the sky O, Death I am not ready for the grave So turn your steeds around and loosen your reins I am not one for the tomb So rise my brothers, rise from your graves Throw your shackles off and stand by my side So rise my brothers, rise from your graves No grave is deep enough to keep us in chains |
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2. | Lain with the Wolf | 08:25 | Show lyrics |
I have lain wth the lamb Sang his tender praise on long dark nights Searched my drawn face long and hard For a sign of his light Shoulders to the wheel for the grist of faith Is manna for the blind Like a child of Cain without the providence of truth Joy did come. It rose with the morning sun Like cold guilty sweat across my brow These are the first words that fell upon my lips I have lain with the wolf He seeks me out and demands my company In the corner of a crowded room With words of madness and water of fire He whispers, when the demons come Do you make peace with them or do you become one of them? Do you? If I give name to my furies, can you name them? He preaches salvation in the loins of women And the black sciences When the shadow fell upon me I knew I was running with the wolf And it was his eyes I saw staring back And this I learnt and this I know You cannot escape the beast when you wear his mark |
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3. | Bloodied Yet Unbowed | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times No regrets and no remorse No 4 am whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody knuckled politics Do I regret and not a single moment will I ever repent You may say I have lost to a better man This may be true I cannot protest or lie Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or even to be right To those who did not dare to sing out of tune Or sing a different song To march to the beat of a different drum and speak the truths others fear Just give me one thing to live or die for So here’s to comrades near and far Who’ve raised a glass raised your voices Years have passed some would say They have not been kind Yet these are the scars of war And we remain yet we stand Bloodied yet unbowed What is the standard with which I bear What flag do we fly when marching to war Only a nation that dare not speak its name Nor can ever shed its pain So here’s to comrades near and far Raised a glass, raised hell Years have passed closer to the grave But this is the song we chose to sing To the bitter end, to the end |
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4. | God’s Old Snake | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Hangman to all mankind Make your peace For mother earth lays on her deathbed Death’s rattle echoes What pale beast Lurks in the shadow Great lover revelling in pox That feeds on filth God’s old snake We ask for a sign A revelation A vision of hell or blood from stone We have been to the ends of the earth Slouched towards Bethlehem With daggers drawn So take your bitter pill and wait until dawn The pound of flesh Tithe of princes Wine of salvation We are searching The golden redeemer Who wrote the word of the devil In the veins of man If there is a watcher under the earth Wake him from his fateless sleep Through the glorious voids of heaving earth Souls of fire, release me I have stood at the top of the world Shook the four winds and called your name Walked dusty paths on holy hills Gazed upon black effigies and pressed holy flesh |
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5. | The Mouth of Judas | 08:53 | Show lyrics |
I am cut from the cloth of Judas And have seen his face in mine The weathered hands that turn the pages Are scattered in the sun My ship has the blackest sails Yet no wind to drive like slaves You cannot see from shore That it casts no shadow upon the wave The sepulchral crawl with us Over land and see they hail Deadened hands upon the rudder Groaning on the gale They will dash you against the cliffs ’Til every brittle bone is broken Jutting rip and gristled knuckle Is gnashing on the foam I am cut from the cloth of Judas From the hangman’s hand itself The long stare of the condemned And the cursed song of slaves "And you who follow me to make Sure I do not exceed the span, Given to me on earth I take Care old Shadow of a man Dead god of all my god’s own snake" (Guillam Appolinaire, from "Reply of the Zagur-Og Cossacks to the Sultan of Constantinople") Free me from the hangman’s hand Free me from the hangman’s noose So bend your knee before the majesty of death You struggle for breath and lay the dead head to head So bend your knee before the majesty of death You struggle for breath and lay the dead head to head So they stretch from the womb to the grave Let us tell you the first journey of men The first murder, the soil so red and barren It burns so red and barren |
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6. | The Black Hundred | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
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7. | The Puritan’s Hand | 08:36 | Show lyrics |
There is plague at the door It begs to be among us In the ashen dreams of crippled children There is sickness in the soil Nothing grows this side of Eden Nor in the yearning abyss That is all men’s hearts Nor in the skeletal tug Of motherhood that curses all with life There is disease upon the air It grasps at the throat of virtue Rosary twist in leather hands And offer prayer for me And I have fought the god of men For my whole life Yet now we sit at the table together Breaking bread and drinking blood wine We spent the smallest hours Staring into the void Between sleep and dreams That stretch from the womb to the grave So feel the puritan’s dead hand as it throttles all life So clasp your hands and bend your broken knees For no one else will, and your confessions Of worthless guilt, are not your saving grace And so you seek redemption at the puritan’s hand Is the hell you find here not enough for you? To find your redemption |
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8. | Death of the Gods | 09:21 | Show lyrics |
We stood on the shoulders of giants Like atlas with the burden of faith We clasped our hands in praise of a conqueror’s right to tyranny This is a language that has not passed Our lips in one thousand years So heretics I call to you Partisans stand as one Rebels raise your voices If not then all is lost This is the death of the Republic and make no mistake The senate is lost and Zeus is laughing So Mars God of war can you send a lightning bolt To smash the temple of the blind The Tiber is over flowing with the blood of innocent men And so we stood, among thieves, liars and murderers Whose names shall live in eternal rest and infamy Disgraced kings enshrined with their pious men Who ruled us all with the bloodied spear of destiny You knew my name before I was born You knew my death from the moment it passed my lips This is the death of the Republic Dead and gone with Pearse in the grave Haunted to the end by the ghosts of Connolly’s army Skeletal fingers on the trigger of Collins’ demise And Parnell’s dreams are turned to nothing but dust "And I say to my people’s masters: beware, beware of the thing that is coming, beware of the risen people, who shall take what we would not give. Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is stronger than life and than men’s desire to be free?" (Padraig Pearse, "The Rebell") |
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01:03:57 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 25th, 2014 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15326-2 | CD | |
November 25th, 2014 | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
2014 | Fono Ltd. | FO1111CD | CD | |
November 21st, 2014 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-41072-2 | CD + DVD + 7" vinyl | Limited edition, Deluxe wooden box |
November 21st, 2014 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15326-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Colored vinyl |
November 21st, 2014 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15326-0 | CD + DVD | Digibook |
November 21st, 2014 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15326-4 | Cassette | Limited edition |
2015 | Icarus Music | ICARUS 1383 | CD |
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P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
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1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 |
All Empires Fall
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A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Oliver Barth | Director (DVD2 tracks 1-7) |
Gareth Averill | Director (DVD1), Editing (DVD1) |
Chris Fielding | Mixing (DVD1) |
Jon Averill | DVD menu design |
Stephen Caffrey | Recording (DVD1) |
Daire McKenna | Recording (DVD1) |
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1. | Empire Falls | 07:39 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Fuil Ársa | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dheite arsa... Ta ar Aine fºs ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir... Go siorai An rud a eirionn ºn gcre Fillfidh se aris Ta na coillte suilta agam Mhothainn na spirid... Mhothainn an phian Ag tnuth Le rich athoireacha seanda arsa, ar Ard rithe Le sui... I gcuimhne na glºire Muintir na ndeithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fi draoichta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaionn se go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge siorai |
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3. | Gallows Hymn | 05:05 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I was never a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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4. | Sons of the Morrigan | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more |
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5. | Cast to the Pyre | 06:29 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... |
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6. | The Golden Spiral | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer |
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7. | As Rome Burns | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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8. | The Coffin Ships | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break |
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9. | Traitors Gate | 06:45 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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10. | Journey’s End | 07:05 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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11. | No Nation on This Earth | 07:01 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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12. | Gods to the Godless | 06:41 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people |
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13. | Heathen Tribes | 08:21 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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Gods to the Godless
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November 25th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15485-2 | CD | |
November 25th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
November 25th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15485-0 | CD | Limited edition, Digibook |
November 25th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15485-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Colored vinyl |
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A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Mixing |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Arne Lakenmacher | Recording |
Kim Holm | Artwork |
Sunvemetal | Photography |
Costin Chioreanu | Layout |
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1. | Gods to the Godless | 08:08 | |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 07:03 | |
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3. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:03 | |
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4. | No Grave Deep Enough | 06:12 | |
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5. | As Rome Burns | 08:10 | |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:10 | |
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7. | Bloodied Yet Unbowed | 07:50 | |
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8. | The Coffin Ships | 07:58 | |
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9. | Heathen Tribes | 08:06 | |
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10. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 06:33 | |
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11. | Empire Falls | 07:37 | |
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A Heathen’s Anthology
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1. | Imrama | Hide disc notes | |
A1 Fuil Ársa A2 Infernal Summer A3 Here I Am King A4 The Darkest Flame B1 The Fires... B2 Mealltach B3 Let the Sun Set on Life Forever B4 To the Ends of the Earth B5 Beneath a Bronze Sky B6 Awaiting the Dawn... |
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2. | A Journey’s End | Hide disc notes | |
C1 Graven Idol C2 Dark Song C3 Autumn’s Ablaze C4 Journey’s End D1 Solitary Mourner D2 Bitter Harvest D3 An Aistear Deirneach D4 And the Sun Set on Life Forever* |
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3. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | Hide disc notes | |
E1 Spirit the Earth Aflame E2 Gods to the Godless E3 The Soul Must Sleep E4 The Burning Season F1 Glorious Dawn F2 The Cruel Sea F3 Children of the Harvest F4 To Enter Pagan |
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4. | Storm Before Calm | Hide disc notes | |
G1 The Heretics Age G2 Fallen to Ruin G3 Cast to the Pyre H1 What Sleeps Within H2 Suns First Rays H3 Sons of the Morrigan H4 Hosting of the Sidhe |
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5. | The Gathering Wilderness | Hide disc notes | |
I1 The Golden Spiral I2 The Gathering Wilderness I3 The Song of the Tomb I4 End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) J1 The Coffin Ships J2 Tragedy’s Birth J3 Cities Carved in Stone |
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6. | To the Nameless Dead | Hide disc notes | |
K1 Empire Falls K2 Gallows Hymn K3 As Rome Burns K4 Failures Burden L1 Heathen Tribes L2 The Rising Tide L3 Traitors Gate L4 No Nation on This Earth |
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7. | Redemption at the Puritan’s Hand | Hide disc notes | |
M1 No Grave Deep Enough M2 Lain with the Wolf M3 Bloodied Yet Unbowed M4 God’s Old Snake N1 The Mouth of Judas N2 The Black Hundred N3 The Puritan’s Hand N4 Death of the Gods |
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8. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | Hide disc notes | |
O1 Where Greater Men Have Fallen O2 Babel’s Tower O3 Come the Flood O4 The Seed of Tyrants P1 Ghosts of the Charnel House P2 The Alchemist’s Head P3 Born to Night P4 Wield Lightning to Split the Sun |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | |
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3. | Among the Lazarae | 05:49 | |
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4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:01 | |
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5. | The Antichrist (Slayer cover) | 03:05 | |
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Exile Amongst the Ruins
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March 30th, 2018 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15550-2 | CD | |
March 30th, 2018 | Metal Blade Records | Digital | ||
March 30th, 2018 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15550-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, 9 colors |
March 30th, 2018 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15578-2 | 2CD | Limited edition, Mediabook |
March 30th, 2018 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-41092-2 | 2CD + 5 10" vinyls | Limited edition, Deluxe artbook |
2018 | Fono Ltd. | FO1344CD | CD |
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Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork, Layout |
Mihai Anghel | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
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1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | Show lyrics |
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief, where is thy victory? O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Luther, your wounds are deep |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair… |
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3. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face |
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4. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
The old enemies are dead and gone, long gone my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decades fears and the songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without faces without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues you cried and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought Let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without a future |
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5. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Make no mistake the arrow I’ve drawn is for you I’ve been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the site he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose |
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6. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain |
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7. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave |
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8. | Last Call | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why |
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Imrama
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Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
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1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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Imrama
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Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
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1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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11. | The Calling | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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12. | Among the Lazarae | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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Imrama
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Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
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1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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11. | The Calling | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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12. | Among the Lazarae | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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8. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:17 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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Imrama
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Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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11. | The Calling | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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12. | Among the Lazarae | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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58:51 |
Imrama
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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11. | The Calling | 04:56 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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12. | Among the Lazarae | 07:51 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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Disc 2 | |||
1. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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2. | The Darkest Flame | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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3. | Among the Lazarai | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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22:12 |
Imrama
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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11. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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12. | The Darkest Flame | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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13. | Among the Lazarai | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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14. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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Disc 2 (DVD) - Live in Cork City, February 1994 | |||
1. | Among the Lazare | ||
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2. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | ||
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3. | To Enter Pagan | ||
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4. | The Darkest Flame | ||
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5. | The Fires | ||
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Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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Imrama
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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11. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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12. | The Darkest Flame | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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13. | Among the Lazarai | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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14. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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01:08:16 |
Imrama
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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Side B | |||
5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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46:04 |
Imrama
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Naihmass Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciaran Mac Uiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán, Tin whistle, Keyboards |
Pol Mac Amhlaidh | Bass |
D. Mac Amhlaidh | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Mags | Mixing |
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1. | Fuil Ársa | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Mairfídh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dhéite ársa...Tá ár Áine fós ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir...Go síoraí An rud a éiríonn ón gcré Fillfidh sé arís Tá na coillte súilta agam Mhothaínn na spirid...Mhothaínn an phian Ag tnúth Le rích athoireacha seanda ársa, ar Ard rithe Le suí...I gcuimhne na glóire Muintir na ndéithe Muintir na nirt Muintir na tola Ag fí draoíchta Mealltach na cruinne Oscallaíonn sé go fairsing dom M’fhuil ge sioraí |
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2. | Infernal Summer | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I’ll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... Shall you try and poison my words At a summers funeral, I woke to the light Shall you lay my bed with thorns And clutch at me like you have done to life...? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession No stone lays unturned... (Rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name Or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |
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3. | Here I Am King | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil’s shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name |
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4. | The Darkest Flame | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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5. | The Fires... | 05:25 | Show lyrics |
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey’s end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning |
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6. | Mealltach | 01:28 | Show lyrics |
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So many seasons I’ve seen A heart as winter’s cold... To melt in a summer’s passion To forge a new things that have grown so old My Gods need me now I’ve sheltered beneath their sky My life I would willingly give For their return, it is but an honour to die Seasons come and go Children grow to die Kings may come And Kings may go But our Gods shall rule the sky |
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7. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 04:27 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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8. | To the Ends of the Earth | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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9. | Beneath a Bronze Sky | 03:28 | Show lyrics |
Awaiting the dawn... Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstasy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I pray It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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10. | Awaiting the Dawn... | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won’t ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I’ll weep But shall this longing I ever satiate I writhe, I twist... convulse in ecstacy Bring me to ritual, bring me to life Fornicate, profanate, procreate... spawn of he who am I Eternity, for your touch I’ll pay It is nights as black as this that have made me Am I to pay the wage of sin...? Beyond the stars a fire shall burn for me I turn my face to a new age... Lucifer... what tidings doth thou bring? |
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11. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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12. | The Darkest Flame | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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13. | Among the Lazarai | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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14. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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01:08:16 |
A Journey’s End
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Band members | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
A Journey’s End
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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Side B | |||
5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
A Journey’s End
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
A Journey’s End
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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8. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:17 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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56:45 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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Side B | |||
5. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:17 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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56:45 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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Side B | |||
4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
47:28 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:17 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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56:45 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | And the Sun Set On Life Forever | 09:17 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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56:45 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:17 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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56:45 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
1. | Infernal Summer | 05:59 | |
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2. | The Calling | 04:51 | |
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3. | A Journey’s End | 07:22 | |
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4. | Children of the Harvest | 06:50 | |
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5. | The Burning Season | 08:28 | |
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6. | The Purging Fire (Gods to the Godless) | 06:38 | |
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7. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:04 | |
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8. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 07:11 | |
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9. | Graven Idol | 08:04 | |
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10. | To Enter Pagan | 05:35 | |
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01:09:02 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
A Journey’s End
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
A Journey’s End
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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Side B | |||
4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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47:28 |
A Journey’s End
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Mandolin, Whistle |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Mixing, Recording |
Stephen O’Malley | Design |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Graven Idol | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless and We are gods to the godless The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee |
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2. | Dark Song | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
[Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel] I am the wind that breathes on the sea I am the wave, wave on the ocean I am the ray, the eye of the sun I am a tomb, cold in darkness I am star, the tear of the sun I am a wonder, a wonder in flower I am the spear as it cries out for blood The word of great power I am the depths of a great pool I am the song of the blackbird Who but I can cast light upon the meeting of the mountains? Who but I will cry aloud the changes in the moon? Who but I can find the place where hides away the sun? AiliIath Nerenn From the breeze on the mountain to the lake of deep blue From the waterfall down to the sea Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind Sing the dark song of Erenn to me... |
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3. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:17 | Show lyrics |
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers me up And sheds me in her leaves Falling takes forever From the grace of man I fell so far No one ever saw How far She is dressed in golden brown for me Sheds her leaves like a second skin There is fire, in your eyes tonight No brighter sun, no darker moon Sister Morrigu This way comes, And so it seems it is Another passionate night Another hopeless fight And another battle that I’ve lost |
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4. | Journey’s End | 08:01 | Show lyrics |
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this blood red sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon’s face They shall again arise... Some things are best left in dreams Reality, can be a cruel mistress Are your lessons learnt?... Chapters close, veins collapse A passage ends, A rite is earnt... Their blood hath quenched the land Their spirit has set the stone And forever the pagan lands shall cry With a heart so heavy... ...and limbs so weary Let no man for his sins atone our days of glory have gone... |
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5. | Solitary Mourner | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
And so the rain kept on falling Still a solitary mourner stands Beneath the sorrowed eaves Among the rotting autumn leaves And watches over you All the flowers laid Have long since bowed their heads And all the wailing women No longer cast their cries And all who once wore black Have returned to their lives Yet the mourner has not Forgotten And will stand that way forever If I am the mourner Who shall know my name? Who shall ever know my pain? A solitary mourner stands to watch over you... |
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6. | Bitter Harvest | 10:34 | Show lyrics |
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the misery of the day Degenerate whores Expose their stinking wares to a foul race of man... whores for all..., in time Death soon shall bind These soul less froms of men To the dead of their kind To live all their lives again They would die in the very Same way... Clinging to a profane hope that A place beyond the grave May repay their suffering And their pain In a way that no whore could ever ease The misery of the day... |
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7. | An Aistear Deirneach | 04:28 | instrumental |
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8. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:17 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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9. | Infernal Summer | 05:59 | |
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10. | The Calling | 04:51 | |
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11. | A Journey’s End | 07:22 | |
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12. | Children of the Harvest | 06:50 | |
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13. | The Burning Season | 08:28 | |
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14. | The Purging Fire (Gods to the Godless) | 06:38 | |
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15. | Autumn’s Ablaze | 08:04 | |
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16. | Let the Sun Set on Life Forever | 07:11 | |
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17. | Graven Idol | 08:04 | |
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18. | To Enter Pagan | 05:35 | |
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02:05:47 |
The Burning Season
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Stephen O’Malley | Cover art |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept, Logo |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
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1. | The Calling | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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2. | Among the Lazarae | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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3. | The Burning Season | 08:47 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season |
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4. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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30:57 |
The Burning Season
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums, Percussion |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dennis Buckley | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept, Logo |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Stephen O’Malley | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Calling | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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2. | Among the Lazarae | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Burning Season | 08:47 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season |
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4. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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30:57 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:18 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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9. | The Calling | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Brothers and sisters Descendants of gods Forge a new destiny In accordance with your will Fan the flames of change Sweep away stagnation Purge what went before And claim What is rightfully yours... |
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10. | Among the Lazarae | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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11. | And the Sun Set on Life Forever | 09:19 | Show lyrics |
Dawn’s cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your face again From spring I’ve waited for this winter’s reap I’ve watched you pass autumn’s twilight yearning Now with dawn I bring you eternal sleep And silence all forever mourning... Your blood looked so beautiful in the snow I cried like a child... All my life I waited for you And with dusk’s onset... I lay with you... A cold embrace A winter’s kiss Frozen blood upon my lips... |
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01:13:28 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:18 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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Side B | |||
5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:26 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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45:37 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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45:37 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:18 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:42 | |
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51:19 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:18 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:19 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
1. | The Darkest Flame (rehearsal version from 1992) | 06:23 | |
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2. | In Graciousness (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) | 03:41 | |
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3. | A Blacker Art (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) | 05:01 | |
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4. | Total Destruction (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) (Bathory cover) | 03:57 | |
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5. | Inside the Eye of Algond (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) (Rotting Christ cover) | 04:06 | |
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6. | To Enter Pagan (from split with Katatonia) | 05:24 | |
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7. | The Calling (from the Burning Season EP) | 04:55 | |
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8. | Among the Lazarae (from the Burning Season EP) | 07:53 | |
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9. | Soul Must Sleep (live in Vienna, Austria, 2003) | 05:31 | |
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46:51 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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Side B | |||
5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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51:26 |
Spirit the Earth Aflame
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Engineering |
Sean Ronan | Engineering (assistant) |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Simon Berserker | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spirit the Earth Aflame | 02:25 | Show lyrics |
Beneath the bronze sky A horizon in flame The oceans boil The earth heaves ...and seethes There is a new sun rising That has not risen for Thousands of years Prophets have written Songs have been sung We have awoken A new age has begun Spirit the earth aflame "...and so it starts... the beginning of a new turn in the cycle..." |
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2. | Gods to the Godless | 07:49 | Show lyrics |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | The Soul Must Sleep | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment..." [Jean Paul Sartre "Nausea"] I sink below the waves Is this what I’ve been looking for ? It seems I’ve found someone to die for Someone to lie for... I’ve drunk my fill of misery It’s time to move on Restless and forgiving It will lead me to the grave Let’s leave for other worlds Leave the future behind Here...my will has been spent Let us depart Before the night steals upon us The wretchedness of another day "The wish, the want, to stay in the dream state, can leaving this mortal coil be seen as a new departure?, or a return to a permanent dream state ? To feel to never want to wake. For here my will has been spent..." |
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4. | The Burning Season | 08:44 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Glorious Dawn | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
For those who may rise As a Phoenix from the ashes For those who may devour The fruits of knowledge For those who coil Serpent like, with cyclical grace ...for those as wolves among sheep who sharpen their teeth for the last supper For those who are the rock Upon which our fortress built For those who are the anvil Upon which our will is forged For those whose deeds Shall become song And for those whose eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single fiery glance This ....is your season "Of cyclical rebirth and regeneration...the serpent who eats his own tail. Of the word, the mind, and the will that makes flesh. This is our season..." |
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6. | The Cruel Sea | 04:05 | instrumental |
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7. | Children of the Harvest | 08:31 | Show lyrics |
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In sorrow we fly from our loved ones To die in the waters of the wild My brethren can seek no shelter beneath these wings Until dead men rise from their graves How sad it is for me to see My fathers fallen halls Here once prideful men clashed as gods With veins aflame and hearts of thunder Yet my fathers are long since dead and gone And I with heart so heavy And limbs so weary It seems our sun is all but dimmed And we your children have Wandered for years And felt the cruel blast of freezing winds But the harshest blow of all to come... To return at last to an empty home "Adapted and altered from the Irish folklore tale of the children of Lir, turned to swans and condemned to roam for 300 years before returning home...to an empty home. An interesting spine for an allegorical tale. One of displacement, disenchantment and alienation...from this world and its ways. Longing for another age... another time, another place..." |
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8. | To Enter Pagan | 05:42 | |
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9. | The Darkest Flame (rehearsal version from 1992) | 06:23 | |
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10. | In Graciousness (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) | 03:41 | |
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11. | A Blacker Art (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) | 05:01 | |
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12. | Total Destruction (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) (Bathory cover) | 03:57 | |
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13. | Inside the Eye of Algond (live in Dublin, Ireland, 1993) (Rotting Christ cover) | 04:06 | |
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14. | To Enter Pagan (from split with Katatonia) | 05:24 | |
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15. | The Calling (from the Burning Season EP) | 04:55 | |
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16. | Among the Lazarae (from the Burning Season EP) | 07:53 | |
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17. | Soul Must Sleep (live in Vienna, Austria, 2003) | 05:31 | |
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01:38:10 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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46:16 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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46:16 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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46:16 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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8. | The Burning Season | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season |
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55:01 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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8. | The Burning Season | 08:45 | Show lyrics |
Bring the women and children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me... I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky... a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season |
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55:01 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | Gods to the Godless | ||
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2. | Journeys End | ||
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3. | The Heretics Age | ||
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4. | The Soul Must Sleep | ||
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5. | Sons of the Morrigan | ||
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6. | To Enter Pagan | ||
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Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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46:16 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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Side B | |||
4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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46:16 |
Storm Before Calm
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars, Bodhrán |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Marco Jeurissen | Cover art |
Mags | Producer, Recording, Engineering, Mixing |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Cover art (concept) |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Heretics Age | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Soiled hands of work, to pit a nations fall Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the old world Ghosts of men, re-writing history Red ink, from the well of martyrdom Words to drip from the traitors tongues Waging a war between the crimson lines The old heart of the earth Divided, poisoned, ready for the fall Valiant men, made to wear the devils mask The scapegoats for a new age Such words will bear the fruit of flesh (Today’s innocence), Tomorrows finger on the trigger So, who heralds the grace of fallen empires? Hymns to the ruination of majesty He who inherits the dark crown of ill will The scorn of those deemed righteous men The gauntlet thrown, the baton tossed By statute, by law, by divine decree Impositions as kindling to the fire The old heart is beating, with ancient blood [A history passed through generations, through the ravages of time and falsity of spirit, blood remains and the circle remains unbroken, the answer to the future lays in the not too distant and dim past, and as we lay waste to the naysayers and cut the traitors tongues from their very mouths of spectre of history shall loom from the past enriched with the blood of our ancestors to pass judgement...] |
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2. | Fallen to Ruin | 09:29 | Show lyrics |
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can’t you hear dread words from traitors tongues Sister, few honours are left standing proud In this world They have made the soil ever barren Our legends but shadows, idle and fallen to ruin My heart, knows falsehood prevails In this, the long winter of the spirit We have born witness to false judgement Yet against all this I carry the fight, beyond the ages The wolves shall echo my rallying cry An oath, sworn of ancient blood Haunting the usurpers through plague (and pestilence) Through tempest, across the raging seas (my rage) as a bolt of lightning Within a clenched fist... seeking retribution Know That when there is nothing left in this world I will come for you No ideal not scarred and worn No hope not shattered and torn I will come for you [The old heart of the earth calls it’s children, children of destitution and pain, bloodied yet unbowed. We are order in the eye of chaos, the gods to the godless...] |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | What Sleeps Within | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
My faith is written in my blood And my gods within my image I stand within the sun unblinking And rise within it’s rays It is not enough to kindle the fire One must be the fire It is not enough to face tomorrow When there is time enough today So long this savage beast has been Slumbered (too long) Shackled and bound no longer For I am both sacrifice and solution Has the world made you? Have you made the world? There are strange times I ask you... Generations of messiahs As grist to the mill All with the world to sell And a world to win Yet looking no further Then yesterday Dictator Or yesterdays Traitor [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...] |
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5. | Suns First Rays | 03:12 | instrumental |
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6. | Sons of the Morrigan | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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7. | Hosting of the Sidhe | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-Bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream, The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away. [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire’s greatest sons] |
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Dark Romanticism
Members | |
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Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
Nemtheanga | Vocals |
D. MacAmlaigh | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Layout, Lyrics, Liner Notes, |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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2. | The Darkest Flame | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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3. | Among the Lazarae | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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5. | In Graciousness (live) | 03:46 | |
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6. | A Blacker Art (live) | 04:59 | |
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7. | Total Destruction (Bathory cover) (live) | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
Twilight burn across the sky Time has come the doom is near Stillness rules this cloudless night Armageddon is here Woe to you Earth and sea TOTAL DESTRUCTION 12 days of total eclipse Yet the stillness rules this night of mist But slowly clouds of death are forming The time has come to reap Burning skies Battle cries TOTAL DESTRUCTION The end of mankind universe So many battles yet to fight Take heed forever learn When the bells chime THE RETURN... Screams of fear The doom is here TOTAL DESTRUCTION |
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8. | To Walk the Infernal Fields (Darkthrone cover) (live) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From the abode of demons A wing of the Pentagram Comes the juice that painted My heart and my soul Swept in black they are Swept in black I am From this soul come the eyes That will look upon your ten Beautiful heads with delight My heart is the one That will tend to your flames And make them mine We share this spirit My heart is yours... I am your disciple And therefore my own Your weapon I will be With the demons that possess me We’ll ride the seven sins of death That takes me to katharsis The sign of your horns Is my dearest vision They impale all holy and weak You watch me face the mirror And see desecration With my art I am the fist In the face of god |
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Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | Fallen to Ruins (live) | ||
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2. | Gods to the Godless (live) | Show lyrics | |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre (live) | Show lyrics | |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | The Burning Season (live) | Show lyrics | |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Sons of Morrigan (live) | Show lyrics | |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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6. | To Enter Pagan (live) | Show lyrics | |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
Dark Romanticism
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
Nemtheanga | Vocals |
D. MacAmlaigh | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Layout, Lyrics, Liner Notes, |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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2. | The Darkest Flame | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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3. | Among the Lazarae | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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5. | In Graciousness (live) | 03:46 | |
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6. | A Blacker Art (live) | 04:59 | |
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7. | Total Destruction (Bathory cover) (live) | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
Twilight burn across the sky Time has come the doom is near Stillness rules this cloudless night Armageddon is here Woe to you Earth and sea TOTAL DESTRUCTION 12 days of total eclipse Yet the stillness rules this night of mist But slowly clouds of death are forming The time has come to reap Burning skies Battle cries TOTAL DESTRUCTION The end of mankind universe So many battles yet to fight Take heed forever learn When the bells chime THE RETURN... Screams of fear The doom is here TOTAL DESTRUCTION |
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8. | To Walk the Infernal Fields (Darkthrone cover) (live) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
From the abode of demons A wing of the Pentagram Comes the juice that painted My heart and my soul Swept in black they are Swept in black I am From this soul come the eyes That will look upon your ten Beautiful heads with delight My heart is the one That will tend to your flames And make them mine We share this spirit My heart is yours... I am your disciple And therefore my own Your weapon I will be With the demons that possess me We’ll ride the seven sins of death That takes me to katharsis The sign of your horns Is my dearest vision They impale all holy and weak You watch me face the mirror And see desecration With my art I am the fist In the face of god |
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Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | Fallen to Ruins (live) | ||
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2. | Gods to the Godless (live) | Show lyrics | |
I have one desire Let it be A pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses It is my wish To enslave all your people The soil enriched with their blood To burn your places of worship Our gods shall become your gods All that lives on the vine is rotten May your wines be foul And your bread as the flesh of the dead An ill wind to bring nought but decay And the stench of your slaughtered kin The newborn, borne with fear in their eyes And slavery in their limbs As tools to build a new empire We are your cross to bear Perhaps you shall be a martyred people But as sure as the night follows the day ...a dead people "The desire to sweep away what is sacred and profane. To enforce and embrace tragedy...to imbed it deep within the subconscious of generations..." |
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3. | Cast to the Pyre (live) | Show lyrics | |
(Nothing seems to make sense, I’m tired of it all, I’ve stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you more bitter, more twisted yet sucks the life out of you... leaving you too apathetic to seek revenge. Revenge on a society that has lied to you since the day you were born. Only humanity would fill it’s days with so much fucking misery to prove to itself that it must be worth something. To who?... to who are you worth something? Who would ever fucking miss you... who will miss you when you are dead? I will tell you... no one...) It’s time to cast out of net To call in all the old debts To stumble over all the harsh words And heal all the wounds To steal every glance Every darkened romance And cast it to the pyre To rewrite the words, feign the phrases To finally finish those unwritten pages If I even closed the chapter on you I’m sorry, I never knew what else to do It’s last call and the hour is late Time for the last nail in the coffin Then cast me to the fire... [People, places, passages in time, seizing the moment even though the slow burning pain may consume you...] |
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4. | The Burning Season (live) | Show lyrics | |
Bring the women And children before me Let us make rivers of their blood Bleed for me...I wish it so And streams shall meet such rivers And seaward they shall flow See the shoreline scattered With their precious skulls See the tide come in As blood to meet their bone A grotesque promise Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth We’ll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs And condemn them to their desperate gods We’ll take a needle, to the arm of the world For it is our season We’ll burn the temples, of the righteous Rend them as ashes, to the four winds As ashes... to the four winds The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to rise Phoenix like from the ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |
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5. | Sons of Morrigan (live) | Show lyrics | |
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved ’tis belike a burial pillar Said he and those shallow lines Hold some warriors name of valour And will rightly show the signs No one saw, how far I fell And no one ever knew That there was a heart of flesh Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn And the howling of the dogs Raise on old heroes lament While the weeping of women Still vexes my heart If this is my journey end Then cast me to the pyre And if all that remains Is a blackened heart And the stench of death Then know my spell is cast And sing my song With pride once more [Verse one and two are inspired by the old Irish poem (The Recovery of the Tain), Ogham is the old Irish way of writing and tells the tale of a warrior near the end of life, raising the spirit of battle once more, reaching back through his life... through the blood and pain the releasing himself to the gods... the message is simple... that your deeds in life be recounted and relived in both name and song...] |
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6. | To Enter Pagan (live) | Show lyrics | |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
Dark Romanticism
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
Nemtheanga | Vocals |
D. MacAmlaigh | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Layout, Lyrics, Liner Notes, |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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2. | The Darkest Flame | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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3. | Among the Lazarae | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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Side B | |||
4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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5. | In Graciousness (live) | 03:46 | |
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6. | A Blacker Art (live) | 04:59 | |
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31:06 |
Dark Romanticism
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
Nemtheanga | Vocals |
D. MacAmlaigh | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer |
Andrew Radley | Recording |
Marco Jeurissen | Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Layout, Lyrics, Liner Notes, |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | To Enter Pagan | 05:49 | Show lyrics |
Moonlight bathes my heart The birds sing my serenade The trees are whispering my Name... my name Dark romanticism, of a Kind seen no more... Lament my name when I am Gone... remember me These years of indifference Have poured solitude on my soul Ice cold my skin... Can fires of the past Make me once a warrior To fight the light... I am of the earth My soul is as old as stone Runetongue... speak my name Long when winter has passed To be at one with the earth To be at one with what was... ...my earth... We are as of one womb Those whose minds may reach the clouds |
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2. | The Darkest Flame | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
You... gave me strenght to carry on You... pass all wordly troubles unto me You... gave my time meaning You... left your sorrow for my soul I love you I need you I want you I live you I am you I... layed a thousand souls to rest I... could be a martyr in their eyes I... wished only for them to see I... embraced where I once dwelled I... lived for you "If rape, arson, poison or the knife has Wove no pleasing pattern upon this Drab canvas we call life, it is because We are not bold enough." (Baudelaire) |
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3. | Among the Lazarae | 05:52 | Show lyrics |
Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance Listen, such angels of the end do weep As knowledge comes for those who watch ever Wrapped beneath the boughs of fateless sleep Dismal dreams of paradise come never The sky shall flow as waterfalls of distress I, wandered in the midst of shades O’ heaven sent mysteries of hell’s caress Blind my eyes before my vision fades I have envisaged the harvest moon The summer of eternal reap ...has come... Solomon’s wisdom Anastasis Christou The harvest shall come Ride the red dawn Thralldom... In repentent paths Iconoclasm... Opens new gates for you "I will strike at the shepherd, And the sheep will be scattered" Turn my blood to wine And I will drink to you Open my veins for your soul Light blind my eyes I built my Gallows with Such a visionary Conquest... Conquerer of Such perversion As to remain Unameable... |
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Side B | |||
4. | To the Ends of the Earth | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
I am the eye of the storm Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees I’ve realised my dark dreams, father I have become... I spread my seed Have I not brought you to these Ends of the earth that I defy No effigy shall fail me now And no voice from the sky, shall deny me I rode the four hate winds From where I came, I could not name I hear the colours and see the sounds I arose from the east, and plagued The lands of the same... I had no need Of incantation, or enchantmant You brought the end upon your world Our world has no end... your’s Has just begun... now is torment Now is forever... destiny unfurled |
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5. | In Graciousness (live) | 03:46 | |
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6. | A Blacker Art (live) | 04:59 | |
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31:06 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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5. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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6. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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7. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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59:33 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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5. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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6. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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7. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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59:33 | |||
Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | The Making of The Gathering Wilderness | 20:08 | |
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20:08 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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5. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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6. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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7. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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59:33 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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32:56 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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Side B | |||
2. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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3. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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26:37 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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32:56 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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Side B | |||
2. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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3. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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26:37 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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5. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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6. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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7. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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59:33 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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32:56 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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Side B | |||
2. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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3. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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26:37 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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Side B | |||
3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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32:56 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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Side B | |||
2. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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3. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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26:37 |
The Gathering Wilderness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass, Bodhrán |
Guest/Session | |
Aoife King | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciaran Byrne | Mastering |
Caroline Traitler | Photography |
Jane Averill | Photography (additional) |
Paul McCarroll | Photography (additional), Cover art |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Cover concept |
Adrian Butler | Photography (cover) |
Billy Anderson | Engineering, Mixing |
Kevin Byrne | Engineering, Mixing (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Golden Spiral | 08:03 | Show lyrics |
One day I stood with my back to the wind And the rain fell down Raised my fist to the cobalt sky And called to the Gods ...Where are you? I stood in the stream with cold clear water Rushing around me Cold stone underfoot And called again to the Gods ...Where are you? I sat in the forest clearing Surrounded by wood and leaf A raven watched my every move I could feel my heartbeat thundering Deep within my veins I set foot on foreign land Held my brothers and sisters to me And saw the same questions in them Yet when I clasped their hands I felt their blood beneath mine I had found my answer "The pantheon of old Gods in any language are man’s natural relation to the elements. These Gods are human in every respect. The concept of the neverending Spiral is what binds us. We are bound by Blood and the Legacy of these Gods. This deep primal, animalistic connection and question binds us together..." |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness | 09:13 | Show lyrics |
You say you know me I’m the poison in your veins My faith is not welcome here I break the young and the cold There is a darkness here You cannot imagine you cannot fathom It speaks to me in tongues Can you hear it? I’ve built my tower of song From words as bitter splintered bone Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh I’ve cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth I’ve wished pestilence upon the foul and weak Not just men, but woman and children too With a rusted blade across their throats I’ve played the tyrant’s hand Against the rhyme and reason of fools I’ve prayed to sickly children In their blackened cities of filth You say you know me? Do you? I’m the poison in your veins My faith it is not welcome here The wilderness is gathering all its children in... "The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. Men’s Hearts are turning. Darker and darker as every day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is changing. The Wilderness is Gathering its children in, there is terrible maelstrom Gathering. Can you see it? Do you know it? Where shall you stand." |
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3. | The Song of the Tomb | 07:57 | Show lyrics |
From the north to the south From the east to the west All that waits for me is the grave I have been where my brothers lay fallen And my kind are as slaves Bloodied yet unbowed I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth Of the Gods that await me I raise a glass in your name For when the sun rise again To our deaths like condemned men This is the twilight of the ages And no man shall stand I sing a song of the tomb Of the cold and heathen earth With virgin voice to poisoned womb I call to the shadowed kind To men of myth, etched in stone Whose songs are heard no more The women of the barren lands This is your time "Our myths are steeped in blood and tragedy and the grim acceptance of fate. The difference between these myths and the lessons they teach us and the modern day are virtually non existant. A man’s life, decided by the warmongers, by the blade of a knife, a bullet from a gun or a bomb is no different from the warmongers and warriors of legend. We write our own legends today, here and now, yet always with blood." |
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4. | End of All Times (Martyrs Fire) | 07:43 | Show lyrics |
Is this all I’ve been left Broken oaths and betrayals The empty words and dead rhetoric Of my sold and broken culture And I said once before That time heals nothing I feel like a wounded animal In the dying throes I am near to death Yet with teeth bared Heels dug in the dirt And the graves rabid stare Waiting for one last struggle If I have one (desire) Mark my words And gather your thoughts Well these might be my last days Because I am about to eclipse my sun Collapse my star Snuff out my flame And reach into the void Well these might well be my last days But maybe, just maybe I’ll take you down with me "These are desperate times, the odds are stacked against us, surely the day will come when the wolf is let loose? When he wakes from his slumber and awakes the beast in man, and he shatters the bonds that bind him and makes one last stand... for all times." |
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5. | The Coffin Ships | 09:58 | Show lyrics |
Young hearts born with grief Shall pay the penalty of truth A season of stolen youth Shall teach old hearts to break It feels like I’ve been here before Here where the animals lay down to die So we stood alone on a distant shore Our broken spirits in rags and tatters Nerve and muscle, heart and brains Lost to Ireland, lost in vain So you pause and you can almost hear The sounds, they echo down through the ages The creak of the burial cart Here in humiliation and sorrow Not mixed with indignation So one is driven to exclaim Oh god, that bread should be so dear And human flesh so cheap* Young hearts are born with such grief And we have paid the penalty of truth A season of our stolen youth Shall teach our hearts to break *Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork "Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It’s with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives." |
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6. | Tragedy’s Birth | 08:32 | Show lyrics |
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands Skin as leather, burnt by the sun This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I When the Gods were young the burden was less It was not grief and it was not fear Who cast the shadow upon our age? Who has crippled the young and blinded their eyes? He counts the hours, days and awful years To when the children stare into the sun The mountains crumble to the sea And our civilisations turn to dust They are turned to dust So slumber watcher, till the spheres Have turned ten and twenty thousand years The crippled oracle breathes, his lungs like grit This world is not for him, this world is not for You nor I... "A black macabre dream of vast nightmare continents, shifting, heaving and seething, before the dawn of man." |
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7. | Cities Carved in Stone | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I’ve had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back "That feeling when you are in another city, another town, strange and new streets and you realise you are wholly alone. Not one person around you knows you and no one knows where you stand in this world. It is these moments travelling that make me think of the past more than ever..." |
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59:33 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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6. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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7. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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8. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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54:42 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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6. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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7. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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8. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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54:42 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
1. | The Golden Spiral (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 07:27 | |
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2. | The Gathering Wilderness (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 07:24 | |
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3. | Sons of the Morrigan (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 06:55 | |
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4. | The Coffin Ships (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 08:30 | |
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5. | Song of the Tomb (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 06:33 | |
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6. | Gods to the Godless (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 07:15 | |
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44:04 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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Side B | |||
4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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38:07 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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3. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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Side B | |||
4. | Sons of the Morrigan (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 06:56 | |
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5. | Gods to the Godless (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 07:15 | |
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30:46 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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6. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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7. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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8. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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54:42 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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6. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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7. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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8. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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54:42 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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Side B | |||
5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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6. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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7. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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8. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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54:42 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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Side B | |||
4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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38:07 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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3. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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Side B | |||
4. | Sons of the Morrigan (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 06:56 | |
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5. | Gods to the Godless (Live at Rock Hard Open Air 2006) | 07:15 | |
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30:46 |
To the Nameless Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Mixing |
Juergen Lusky | Mastering |
Emmet O’Connell | Photography |
Caroline Traitler | Photography (live pictures) |
Shiloh Bradley | Photography (live pictures) |
Salminen A. | Artwork |
Chris Fielding | Engineering, Producer, Mixing |
Paul McCarroll | Cover art, Photography, Design, Layout |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Mixing, Mastering, Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Empire Falls | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
A cold wind is blowing Through the graves it is blowing And it bares a poisoned tongue And the foul breath of deceit I am my fathers son And his deeds Cannot be undone... be undone You trade in his blood Writing your history In the sacrifices of the dead Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire will fall Every monument crumble Forgotten men who watch the centuries Whose silent words Rise up in betrayal We will rise up in betrayal Where is the fighting man? Am I he? You would trade every truth For hollow victories Every empire falls And the earth to ashes turn The lands of my birth Shall be my tomb The are the lands, the lands of my birth Soon to be ruins, the ruins of my past And when the sky should fall The earth to ashes turn Then you know they shall be my tomb Where is the fighting man? I am he You would trade every truth For hollow victories |
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2. | Gallows Hymn | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
And sister, do not pray for me There is no forgiveness here Just the longest and the darkest night And my people’s end And brother, many a crooked day we spent Telling tales and making myths And sharpening our tongues Yet doing little but growing old I never was a religious man So why should I put my faith in you? You burned your bridges a long time ago I’m a heathen, searching for his soul |
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3. | As Rome Burns | 09:15 | Show lyrics |
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your children before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the paupers And sing to the slaves I see you’ve chosen to loose your faith To burn your bridges and lose your way From mountain top to valley deep From shore to cursed shore What nation, what state what land is this? The wretched tribe of Nero... Sing sing sing to the slaves Sing to the slaves that Rome burns Are our bones not dust? Is our blood not poison? On my knees in the black light Praying for salvation, bitter redemption So throw your dice and cast your shadow You may look away But your children will not... |
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4. | Failures Burden | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Days drift and I rise to the cold sun I was born an old child With no place for faith in my heart Aged in my sleep or bitter times ahead You may say I’ve given up the ghost Once and for all admitted defeat And laid out my hand for all to see And made peace with the beast in me Winter mocks me though he does not need to call my name He thinks my bones are brittle And the grip of my resolve is tired Sullen and weakened just the same I don’t remember when it happened When the clocks stopped Their hands tied And my heart stood still I have saved the least for last Torn out all who reached for me A beggar before beauty Failures burden rests with me Every man is evil Every man a liar And every word he speaks Kindling to the fire |
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5. | Heathen Tribes | 08:18 | Show lyrics |
This is my church It stands so tall and proud It has done for all time It has no walls Yet its vast halls Reach from shore to shore To whatever shore You know as your own We stand as one, we stand alone We are born From the same womb Hewn from the same stone From the frozen Baltic I watched sunrise over Athena Walked the battlefields of Flanders And saw duskfall at Cintra Beneath the spires of Sofia Fields of crosses at Arnhem Armenius stood tall in Teuteborg Senatus Populusque Romanus To the fjords of Hordaland Shadows of ancient Albion At the shore of a 1000th lake Saint Vitus dance in Praha Yet when to Ireland we return I know that I am home at last And every sun that sets Takes me closer to her earth |
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6. | The Rising Tide | 01:33 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Traitors Gate | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Borders swell like the oceans Nations swept away In the steel rain Wounds carved in the earth The silent hands of genocide Map the years Forgotten legacies of dust People remembered in nothing But fragments of language Verses of song And shards of military rust The gallows cold hands Tighten old rope Young men hang in the fetid breeze Like rotten fruit Too ripe for harvest They have marched us Through the streets Heralded our death Proclaimed our end And brought us to our knees A host of the willing few Is gathered at the traitors gates Demanding their pound of flesh And their weight in gold The tyrant Resurrected as king Who’s Midas touch an iron fist All the world proclaiming Yesterday’s man as traitor Yet welcome with open arms His brother as tomorrows dictator |
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8. | No Nation on This Earth | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
The sea will be as a desert When my bones are long to dust Beneath shifting dunes And the searing unconquerable son Pile the bodies on the pyre Warm the old heart of the earth This is no place for faith, nor for hope Just a journey through the darkest of nights To the old heart of the earth These are wounds made by cold hands That know the bite of steel Hands that have rendered life extinct And punished the weak at heart Tell me what nation on this earth Is not born of tragedy? That has not felt such harsh weapons Wielded by cruelty’s desire |
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54:42 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 | |||
Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | Journey’s End (Live at Cernunnos Festival) | 06:40 | |
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2. | Sons of the Morrigan (Live at Cernunnos Festival) | 06:25 | |
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3. | The Coffin Ships (Live at Cernunnos Festival) | 08:24 | |
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4. | As Rome Burns (Live at Wave Gotik Treffen 2014) | 08:04 | |
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5. | Bloodied Yet Umbowed (Live at Summer Breeze 2013) | 08:45 | |
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38:18 | |||
Disc 3 (Vinyl) | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Prince of the Sky | ||
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Side B | |||
2. | Nefarious Affliction | ||
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Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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Side B | |||
5. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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6. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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42:41 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Single-sided | |||
1. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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2. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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15:57 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
|||
5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
|||
6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
|||
7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
|||
8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 | |||
Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | Journey’s End (Live at Cernunnos Festival) | 06:40 | |
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2. | Sons of the Morrigan (Live at Cernunnos Festival) | 06:25 | |
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3. | The Coffin Ships (Live at Cernunnos Festival) | 08:24 | |
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4. | As Rome Burns (Live at Wave Gotik Treffen 2014) | 08:04 | |
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5. | Bloodied Yet Umbowed (Live at Summer Breeze 2013) | 08:45 | |
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38:18 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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Side B | |||
5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 |
Where Greater Men Have Fallen
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
P. MacAmlaigh | Bass |
C. MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
S. O’Laoghaire | Drums |
M. O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jesko Mägle | Photography |
Marco Manzi | Photography |
Omar Lanzetti | Photography |
John Gallardo | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Jaime Gomez Arellano | Engineering, Producer |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork (poster), Layout |
Miluță Flueraș | Cover art (photography) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:06 | Show lyrics |
For those who buried their sons Under bone white crosses For those who saw their daughters Virtues were taken by invading forces They promised the century to you And all you did was count the dead And pray for merciful release In the longest and the darkest night Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time They made you build your tomb With your own very hands And ground your kin to dust In the dark satanic mills of progress It seems the lands of the free Are born of the cold and empty grave And the myths of liberty Bind our wrists like slaves Where greater men have fallen Here we stand guard Where greater men have fallen Until the end of time Where greater men have fallen Is where we stand guard And you will always bury your sons Under broken barren promises And the heart of your motherland Will be ripped from her chest Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die Where greater men have fallen We are ready to die |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 08:14 | Show lyrics |
In terrible silence you stood at the world’s end And crawled into the sun Blinded by the signal fires That seared your heart And the seething tongues of the lies we became I sat in Babel’s tower And judged the world Said I spoke the language Of saints and sinners But preached the world was flat And slipped between the cracks In horror I strode to the world’s end Saw some torn by hunger Others broken by steel But by the bitterest fortune Cursed the heathen and holy But found no relief We sat in Babel’s tower And fought over the world I never spoke the language Of your saints and sinners Of men nor beast Who roamed this flat earth Liars tongues seethe in fire At the end of harsh white lines We set the world to rights Yet I awoke in the same black spirit State once again And we sat in judgement in Babel’s tower |
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3. | Come the Flood | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Men of straw burn the fields As far as the eye can see A wretched warning is delivered To the men of words and deeds The Jericho trumpet sounds In the deepest valleys and hills Pounding the walls to dust You scrawled your names in death upon One thousand years Welcome the flood One thousand years Come the flood This dreadful history we have sired Is the black bleached future you have desired The embers of your ashen dreams Are raked and scattered upon a pauper’s grave One thousand years of rain Welcome the flood Unburden us of pain Welcome the flood Wash my wounds, the blood from my hands Wash the blood from these lands With one thousand years of rain |
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4. | The Seed of Tyrants | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
These are the traitors you called out One by one against the wall You wanted the President’s dead And the wrists of the state bound In the books of the dead The myths of martyrs You created in the revolution Ring deep and hollow Now what will you do? When the barren earth That bears your scar Demands the seed of tyrants And not the reason of the mob Where there should be rage There is weeping and silent conformity Where cities should burn There is defeat so raise this pyre to infamy Where are the hands that hewed our future from rubble Not every statue to the great was conceit If the church had one neck I would wring it If the state had one artery I would sever it Torches to the parliament of swine And iron to the rights of fools |
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5. | Ghosts of the Charnel House | 07:28 | Show lyrics |
Our knees were cracked and broken Genuflect in dirt and broken glass Grinds the teeth as black as the demons Of the cloth that come at night To rape our wretched flesh at the alter The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to deathless guilt The ghosts of the charnel house Were born to shameful night Pale backs are ripe from the lash Fingers worked to the bone Scavengers of the cross Flicker in perdition’s light Rancid leather and rotten faith Whelts young skin Charnel fodder for an unmarked grave In the house of the lord The poor mouth speaks Of begging bowl politics It’s words cast long shadows From the doorway of the charnel house To every ploughed field And rotten ear of corn We are born of deathless guilt And shameful night |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:06 | Show lyrics |
We are in deep water now Our rotten bond is a sickness of soul How we loathe and envy All murderers in equal measure What pale god is this Whose robes you wear What iconoclasm upon the Wings of pestilence Has swept the halls of the pious And dulled your blade As you prepare for death When he had spoken Stretch out your arms Embrace the flame of fire He was consumed and arose You will have this world Whether you will it or not In hell’s cold light we will sit And judge them all If there is a reward for this When shall it come? When shall the trumpet sound Ominous and deep To the ends of the earth ( to William Blake ) |
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7. | Born to Night | 08:54 | Show lyrics |
Maybe you tried to gather the world in your arms Pushed my words aside and sought fiery revelation Martyrs seem in good company, but they are alone As the day we made them, so hold your tongues And steal pride’s pleasure My lack of faith, was not wanted here You want your tragedy for your own ends As martyrs we are born to die Like Agrippa we poured, over the secrets of life Into the long hours and buried our hearts And even then I knew I could not save you You gazed into the abyss and it gazes back at you And now more than half of my life is through I have saved the least for last and it is for you |
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8. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 07:03 | Show lyrics |
Who would pray to anything but the mountain And wish for anything but lightening to split the night Who would praise anything but the sun above That brings each dawn and our radiant day What man places faith in his heart Above the animal that rages deep inside What man asks forgiveness yet Lies to himself his whole life Let the animal hunt on the mountainside And let lightening split my heart in two Let me howl at the moon with desire And stretch my arms wide to embrace the sun Return to the earth that bore me For there is nothing more |
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58:38 |
Gods to the Godless
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A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Mixing |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Arne Lakenmacher | Recording |
Kim Holm | Artwork |
Sunvemetal | Photography |
Costin Chioreanu | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Gods to the Godless | 08:08 | |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 07:03 | |
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3. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:03 | |
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4. | No Grave Deep Enough | 06:12 | |
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5. | As Rome Burns | 08:10 | |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:10 | |
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7. | Bloodied Yet Unbowed | 07:50 | |
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8. | The Coffin Ships | 07:58 | |
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9. | Heathen Tribes | 08:06 | |
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10. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 06:33 | |
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11. | Empire Falls | 07:37 | |
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01:21:50 |
Gods to the Godless
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Mixing |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Arne Lakenmacher | Recording |
Kim Holm | Artwork |
Sunvemetal | Photography |
Costin Chioreanu | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Gods to the Godless | 08:08 | |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 07:03 | |
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3. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:04 | |
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4. | No Grave Deep Enough | 06:12 | |
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5. | As Rome Burns | 08:10 | |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:11 | |
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7. | Bloodied Yet Unbowed | 07:51 | |
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8. | The Coffin Ships | 07:58 | |
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9. | Heathen Tribes | 08:07 | |
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10. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 06:33 | |
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11. | Empire Falls | 07:37 | |
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01:21:54 |
Gods to the Godless
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Mixing |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Arne Lakenmacher | Recording |
Kim Holm | Artwork |
Sunvemetal | Photography |
Costin Chioreanu | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Gods to the Godless | 08:08 | |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 07:03 | |
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3. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:04 | |
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4. | No Grave Deep Enough | 06:12 | |
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5. | As Rome Burns | 08:10 | |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:11 | |
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7. | Bloodied Yet Unbowed | 07:51 | |
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8. | The Coffin Ships | 07:58 | |
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9. | Heathen Tribes | 08:07 | |
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10. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 06:33 | |
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11. | Empire Falls | 07:37 | |
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01:21:54 |
Gods to the Godless
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Mixing |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Arne Lakenmacher | Recording |
Kim Holm | Artwork |
Sunvemetal | Photography |
Costin Chioreanu | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Gods to the Godless | 08:08 | |
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2. | Babel’s Tower | 07:03 | |
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3. | Where Greater Men Have Fallen | 08:04 | |
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Side B | |||
4. | No Grave Deep Enough | 06:12 | |
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5. | As Rome Burns | 08:10 | |
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6. | The Alchemist’s Head | 06:11 | |
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43:48 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Bloodied Yet Unbowed | 07:51 | |
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2. | The Coffin Ships | 07:58 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Heathen Tribes | 08:07 | |
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4. | Wield Lightning to Split the Sun | 06:33 | |
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5. | Empire Falls | 07:37 | |
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38:06 |
Exile Amongst the Ruins
Members | |
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Band members | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork, Layout |
Mihai Anghel | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | Show lyrics |
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief, where is thy victory? O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Luther, your wounds are deep |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair… |
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3. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face |
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4. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
The old enemies are dead and gone, long gone my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decades fears and the songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without faces without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues you cried and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought Let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without a future |
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5. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Make no mistake the arrow I’ve drawn is for you I’ve been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the site he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose |
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6. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain |
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7. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave |
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8. | Last Call | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why |
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01:05:33 |
Exile Amongst the Ruins
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Mihai Anghel | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | Show lyrics |
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief, where is thy victory? O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Luther, your wounds are deep |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair… |
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3. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face |
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4. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
The old enemies are dead and gone, long gone my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decades fears and the songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without faces without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues you cried and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought Let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without a future |
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5. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Make no mistake the arrow I’ve drawn is for you I’ve been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the site he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose |
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6. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain |
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7. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave |
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8. | Last Call | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why |
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Exile Amongst the Ruins
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mihai Anghel | Photography |
Ola Ersfjord | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | Show lyrics |
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief, where is thy victory? O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Luther, your wounds are deep |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair… |
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3. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face |
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4. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
The old enemies are dead and gone, long gone my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decades fears and the songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without faces without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues you cried and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought Let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without a future |
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33:26 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Make no mistake the arrow I’ve drawn is for you I’ve been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the site he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose |
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2. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain |
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Side B | |||
3. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave |
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4. | Last Call | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why |
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32:07 |
Exile Amongst the Ruins
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Mihai Anghel | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | Show lyrics |
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief, where is thy victory? O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Luther, your wounds are deep |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair… |
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3. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face |
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4. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
The old enemies are dead and gone, long gone my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decades fears and the songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without faces without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues you cried and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought Let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without a future |
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5. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Make no mistake the arrow I’ve drawn is for you I’ve been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the site he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose |
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6. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain |
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7. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave |
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8. | Last Call | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why |
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Disc 2 | |||
1. | Stolen Years | 05:16 | instrumental |
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2. | Dark Horse on the Wind | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
All those who died for liberty have heard the eagle scream All the ones who died for liberty have died but for a dream Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind For in no nation on earth more broken dreams you’ll find The flames leapt high, reached to the sky ’til they seared a nation’s soul In the ashes of our broken dreams we’ve lost sight of our goal Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind And help our hearts seek Róisín, our soul again to find Now charlatans wear dead men’s shoes, aye and rattle dead men’s bones ’Ere the dust has settled on their tombs, they’ve sold the very stones Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind For in no nation on the earth more Pharisees you’ll find In grief and hate our motherland her dragon’s teeth has sown Now the warriors spring from the earth to maim and kill their own Oh then rise, rise, rise, dark horse on the wind For the one-eyed Balor still reigns king in our nation of the blind |
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3. | The Foggy Dew (Irish traditional cover) | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it’s dread tatoo But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war ’Twas better to die ’neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While Britannia’s Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew ’Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva’s waves or the shore of the Great North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse’s side or fought with Cathal Brugha Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep ’neath the shroud of the foggy dew But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few Who bore the fight that freedom’s light might shine through the foggy dew Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more But to and fro in my dreams I go and I’d kneel and pray for you, For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew. |
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4. | Babel’s Tower (rehearsal demo) | 07:48 | |
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5. | Come the Flood (rehearsal demo) | 07:20 | |
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6. | Ghosts of the Charnel House (rehearsal demo) | 07:37 | |
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38:51 |
Exile Amongst the Ruins
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ola Ersfjord | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Mihai Anghel | Photography |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | Show lyrics |
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief, where is thy victory? O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Luther, your wounds are deep |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair… |
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3. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face |
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4. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
The old enemies are dead and gone, long gone my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decades fears and the songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without faces without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues you cried and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought Let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without a future |
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5. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Make no mistake the arrow I’ve drawn is for you I’ve been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the sight he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose |
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6. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain |
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7. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave |
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8. | Last Call | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why |
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Disc 2 (CD) | |||
1. | Stolen Years | 05:16 | instrumental |
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2. | Dark Horse on the Wind | 05:35 | |
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3. | The Foggy Dew (Irish traditional cover) | 05:14 | |
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4. | Babel’s Tower (rehearsal demo) | 07:48 | |
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5. | Come the Flood (rehearsal demo) | 07:20 | |
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6. | Ghosts of the Charnel House (rehearsal demo) | 07:37 | |
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38:50 | |||
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1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | |
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16:16 | |||
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1. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | |
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2. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | |
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17:10 | |||
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1. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | |
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2. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | |
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13:43 | |||
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1. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | |
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2. | Last Call | 10:32 | |
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18:24 | |||
Disc 7 (Vinyl) | |||
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1. | Dark Horse on the Wind | 05:36 | |
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2. | The Foggy Dew | 05:14 | |
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10:50 |
Exile Amongst the Ruins
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Pól MacAmlaigh | Bass |
Ciáran MacUiliam | Guitars |
A.A. Nemtheanga | Vocals |
Simon O’Laoghaire | Drums |
Micheál O’Floinn | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mihai Anghel | Photography |
Ola Ersfjord | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Gareth Averill | Photography |
Chris Common | Mastering |
Costin Chioreanu | Artwork, Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Nail Their Tongues | 09:00 | Show lyrics |
If you are the son of Adam - born of the first man The I am the rock of Cain to your Abel To cast the Tome of sin in your arms And bring a poison chalice to the table Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire A lonely martyr on the hill of perdition Broken flesh that many traitors confess A document in the blood of sedition Blasphemy led from the printers press Oh Luther, did you know you were able to pierce the tongues of liars? A gospel of ruin from the heretics age Straight from the mouth of fire This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief, where is thy victory? O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Lucifer, did you know did you see? Pile the bodies high to heaven To come tumbling to earth again To earth again O’ death, where is thy sting? O’ grief O’ life, you are a shining path O’ Luther, your wounds are deep |
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2. | To Hell or the Hangman | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
I see it in your glance that you want him How can I make peace with this truth? The truth is this man he brings out all the lust and guilt deep within I’ll stand in hell and say no sane witness in this town needed proof Send me to hell or to the gallows She belongs to the devil what could I do? Do you know what it is to lose? to be the other man who stood no chance To wake in the morning to black defeat waiting in the wings Send me to hell Or to the gallows I will have his life for this and I know that I will pay with the blood of my young life but Gabriel why can’t you see? what am I to do? Cuir go hlfreann me no cuir chun crochta me is leis an diabhal i cad a fheadfainn a dheanamh I was never one for salvation nor did I seek your redemption So I’ll do what I have to do to see out the day Blood in streams mixed with rain Damn your love and damn your lies and now I’ll hang by my father’s hand in the square where your first glance left my heart in despair… |
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3. | Where Lie the Gods | 09:11 | Show lyrics |
What desolate walls are these that rise up from the ruins Hymns to a forgotten age, in centuries of stony sleep What sieges storms and fire have they resisted in the deep? Where lies the tomb of gods, tongues of the occident Their magic is hidden in ruin and shame Resting entombed within these ancient halls Thou, too, sail on, o’ ship of fate Sail on o union so strong and great Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years is hanging breathless on they fate Where lies the gods of old, men and women who fell from grace the battle has carved another season on a haggard and defeated face |
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4. | Exile Amongst the Ruins | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
The old enemies are dead and gone, long gone my friend You are like the boy who cried wolf A voice buried in another decades fears and the songs you sang, to what end? We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without faces without names How you silenced with joy the words of noble men Tear down the statues you cried and burn the books Strike their deeds from history and turn the clocks to nought Let year zero begin on my watch We are the ghosts among the ruins Without history without nations We are the ghosts among the ruins Without a future |
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5. | Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed | 08:28 | Show lyrics |
Make no mistake the arrow I’ve drawn is for you I’ve been sharpening its point my whole life and my aim is true They say the war is lost but this battle you will lose Your foolish heart It poisons the well We knew the war was lost and sang every empire fell Theres thunder in our hearts but too much hate for the ones we love All against all, from such wounds we seed mighty oaks No ocean to vast or conquest small to whet the blade of tyranny Your foolish heart It poisons the well We celebrate the final days and see you all in hell Make no mistake the site he draws is on you a finger on the trigger his aim maybe true and history bends once more again to you they say the war is lost but this battle you will lose |
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6. | Stolen Years | 05:15 | Show lyrics |
How many lives would we have to live Before we escape the hands of time, that stole our best years Where the decades might breathe a little less of the night Let’s step bravely out into the city lights tonight Sweet blood is coursing through our veins Darkness it pulls so tight around us Antidotes to all our years of pain |
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7. | Sunken Lungs | 07:52 | Show lyrics |
What breath it takes the tide is it from your sunken hollow lungs that the bones may gather at the depths An organ for the ghastly of songs A vessel for the damned adrift on a sunless sea Whisper on white tongues of foam to me of days i’ve lost to the night and the heart of darkness that draws us so tight Haggard and bent old crow keens to the crone What do the drowned say? Who man our ships as ghosts and bend our knees to pray for a silent and watery grave |
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8. | Last Call | 10:32 | Show lyrics |
Awake in another city at 5am The breath of day upon my neck Counting the hours until I wake another me from his sleep To give back the things I take How hard we tried to tear this world down My duty was to futility The unwilling hand of beauty Which left us seeking negativity We were seeking ruin Out on the outskirts of another dead end town Trying to find some truth in the maze The lines on our faces sink deeper So step up to the gallows and hang me out to dry one last time What do we do to save us from ourselves Who can reach out to save us? We made our bed and let it lie and to think all we did was waiting around to die The powder hurts us but we still try to lie to ourselves finding reasons why We try to find reasons why |
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