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Prophet’s Hang
03:49
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Prophets Hang
In the throws of a fever dream
The shell of a vagrant dog
Signs were shown and blood turned to stone
All the days were written on the wall
A crow in a rusty cage
Seven fathers fell from her breast
One for the way we would bring the final day
And six for the kings to make it so
Old world departed gone and past
Light in your eyes is fading fast
Thought you awoke from a fever dream
And now you walk upon the dead
A thorn in a black elk eye
A chalice that held the sky
The water did spoil now destined to toil
Its ringing like a broken bell
Ten thousand death head wings
On the walls of an old stone church
Cauterize the seers eyes when the vision came to pass
Now all you hears a deathbed gasp
Old world departed gone and past
Light in your eyes is fading fast
Thought you awoke from fever dream
And now you walk upon the dead
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Heir To Woe
03:55
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Heir to woe
Blue heavens blue heavens why do you grey?
Found a rope in the tree and a crown in the hay
Wolves they call they follow me home
There´s a knife in my hand but Im still throwing stones
Stones that I,m throwing they turn into maggots
Am I running from beasts or just from bad habits
Like the turn of the wheel. Like the cold of the steel
Ain,t no use for the crying in the den of the lion
King of fool scepter and crown
Sat on his throne like a god looking down
Full of holes he still seems to float
Weighted by lead that was tied to his throat
Hands of glass see through and clear
Cannot be seen by the ones he holds dear
Heir to woe with a burden to hold
Now goes hungry for seeds sold for gold
Cigarette filters made up his sheets
Try as he might he could not find sleep
Soul was taken tied to a mast
Left there for judgment wind for to cast
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Aedis Aegypti
02:31
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Aedes Egypti
When the fever broke our tired bones
its a heavy burden to bear but we know
its the way that the world turns
Its hungry ghost singing lullaby’s
left paralyzed call it starvation or monetary warfare
The sound heard from the bell tower
surely it was not the stroke of nine
if the gods have all turned their backs on us
well answer our own prayers this time
To the whipping post we will not go
it’s a heavy burden to bear but we know
it’s the way that the world turns
that shits bananas a parasite
drinking pesticides all desiccated in the sun
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Pigs In A Blanket
02:19
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Pigs in a blanket
No borders no nations we'll tear down their fences and walls
burn down the prisons and malls and well all rejoice
put the pigs in a blanket in a blanket and bury it deep
and well take back this world that they keep
could we Justify
We threw it down the well dead we threw it down
the well dead and laughed we painted sigils with the ashes
that we might never forget
sin fronteras ni puercos todos abajo la mismo luz
de la luna no hay interesa no queremos para la manana
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Houses of Fire
04:18
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Houses of fire
Woven hands bending and breaking. Aint no roads lead to home
Light a fire for the gods we´re forsaking. We lick marrow from bone.
Noctivigant spiers and blind folded buyers. Cities built on the sand
Death dealing liars eternal forge pyres. Black seeds sown in this land.
Broken giants coughing and gasping. Build up walls with their bones.
Kill the witch for the curses she’s casting. Beneath the eyes of god we cast stones.
Snake charming father, salt pillar mother. Workers marching in crowds
Strip the flesh leave the scraps for another. Sinners hanging from clouds.
Soldiers build houses of fire. Holy arrows fell down
We all lied down there. Sleeping with snakes. Wondering will we wake up.
Wake up where we lied our heads.
When spring is over and the old gods retire,
soldiers burn bodies, build houses of fire.
When all we are is ghosts out in the corn,
Fifteen thousand golden horns sounding from the coming storm
When fall is over and the old gods shed their skin,
I’ll tear down this house of fire and build it up again.
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Tangled In Ropes
05:14
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Tangled in Ropes
Tangled in ropes, pulled into the shore. You washed up all heavy, tired and poor.
Had a life made of wax, house made of butter they melted that summer,
How they melted that summer
When winter came early and the ocean froze over,
You threw your belongings onto your shoulder.
Stole a pair of boots that could handle the cold.
Went out into the frozen unknown.
When the tide rolled out and all was exposed,
You found yourself drowning in truths untold
Used a sand dollar to buy a bus ticket home
Though a hundred degree heat you felt so cold.
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Whooping Cough
02:42
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Whooping cough
So its pennies on the dollar at the bottom of a wishing well
The histories of scholars and the pages full of stories they tell
now pissing curses the wind as she yells
Those ghosts are easy to find we left the bodies behind
now all the waters on fire strangled with a telegraph wire
No one can remember that we buried the bones
beneath the strip malls and suburban homes
now spitting curses even the stones
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Holy Digger’s Hole
05:10
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Holy Diggers Hole
I have come to know the weight of woe in the holy diggers hole
I have come to sew the seeds he left when he did go.
I have come from down that lonesome road with cold black water rain
I have come to sing the songs we heard trapped within the grain
Every child turns to stone in the sun
And the pigs all meet their makers at the sound of their own drum
I have come to you with weary feet broken from the road
I have come only to leave again for my soul I have sold
I have come with wrenched for the cogs of the all consuming beast
I have come here with a great vengeance to say the very least
You can take my hands and chain my feet to
flame
Others like me soon will come again
They have come to steal the fire from our eyes
But when the road grows cold we’ll still know which way to go
Spitting curses from deep within the hole
I have come to know the sound of spring sung through winter’s frost
I have come out of the dark to seek and to be sought
I have come with water for to grow new life on an ancient word
It lied for four hundred years a whisper never heard
You can steal the veins from mighty mountain tops
Dig dig down until the spinning of the world stops
I have come to be the gallows weight, lone shadow in the sand
I have come across four hundred ghosts trapped within the land
I have come with curses for the king and all his golden guns
I have come here in the shadow of a thousand suns
The floodgates fail and a burning ship set sail
The hands of time all wave to wish them well.
They have come to usurp the gold and green
When the light grows old it will shine seven fold
Spitting curses from deep within the hole.
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Biting Our Wings
04:59
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Biting Our Wings
Black cloud forms around my brain. (Hold to the banks).(The rushing of tides)
No gods left they've gone insane. (Fighting for air)(Choking on lies)
Where will we be when it all turns to rust. (Burn all the banks)(set them on fire)
Fall in line, with the dust. (Gather the thieves)(To throw on the pyre)
Now we won't taste the salt of the sea. Another the fruit of the tree.
The sulfur of empire guns, in the air like the light of the sun.
Sunrise won't save us, did he know when he made us that we'd all end up this way.
So we're biting our tongues at the face of our guns. Our legs are not chained but how long?
Black cloud forms around this land. (Hold to the banks)(The rushing of tides)
Heaven sent his darkest hand. (Fighting for air)(Choking on lies)
So where will we go when the rivers run low. (Burn all the banks)(set them on fire)
Blind my eyes as the blood starts to flow. (Gather the thieves)(To throw on the pyre)
Now we won't taste the salt of the sea. Another the fruit of the tree.
The sulfur of empire guns, in the air like the light of the sun
Falling from grace like bird giving chase to a river stone.
Now we're biting our wings as we turn into things we never thought we could be.
Who's that knocking, who's that knocking on the door?
They broke the windows out, left the pieces on the floor.
Where we're going, where we are and where we'll be
Is all relative to the level of the sea.
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Wolf Womb
05:08
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Wolf Womb
Raptures coming got no bullets in your basement
no policeman here to save you this time
I think we saw this coming
we should have saw this coming
Now theres no getting out of this one looks like you sang hallelujah
for no one looks like you sang hallelujah for nothing
Wolf woman she tried to warn you but her shout was just a whisper and she
couldn’t force you to get passed the last nail that sinks in to the coffin
and your busy counting your last dollar bill
Now theres no getting out of this on
looks like you sang hallelujah for no one
looks like you sang hallelujah for nothing
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