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Intro
01:12
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2. |
Ironhide
04:18
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Have His heart
A thriving voice begotten in your stead
The call to life
A living tale of victory from the start
Oh, we’ve torn the Lion’s throne
With a heart only facing itself
Oh, fidelity’s a simple thing to call my own
So rejoice; rejoice my humbled soul.
Sow with strife
A flowing melody fills you with grace
Trade your doubts
Taking off the blindfold--see decay.
And Lo! We flee & turn away!
And Lo! I cannot see the flame
Oh, we’ve torn the Lion’s throne
With a heart only facing itself
Oh, fidelity’s a simple thing to call my own
So rejoice; rejoice my humbled soul.
If you turn to rock again
Let me promise you, I’ll come to you
And find the vein
For my heart cannot be shaken
For a jaded truce
All your memories have gone astray
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3. |
Celestial Soul
04:48
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See me through the rain
For the ghost of my past seeks decay.
The path on which I came
Is veering off from that of which I aim.
While tugging my subconscious
Weeding out what I have yet to slay.
So wait for my consistency
I won’t forsake the tongue I speak.
With open doors welcome the storm
--Love the air--
then the fire: heaven’s dew.
Unfold, celestial soul in whitened amity, your sword I hold
When the dawn goes up in flame.
See me through the rain,
My identity is not my own!
Sing: “let this that encompass me
Lay out to be an airtight mould.”
Some succumb some find dissent
To this misery that I do not hold.
So let this simple melody shine sweetly in the rain.
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4. |
Naught of the Unknown
05:43
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I am king beneath the mountain.
Pastoral stance through the earth, ever binding.
With the flame that hides my throne it’s better,
For the naught of the unknown.
Oh if I were a fool.
Oh if I were a fool.
Not much would have been shed,
For a scaly oath ‘neath a scraggly oak.
Am I losing my innocence to play with the dogs?
Lost on a road with no hope I am gone.
Like my ladder to the clocktower I am abound.
Let me whisper to the wind, “I’m gone away.”
My boy set up life in the lake of the town,
Let quarrels end quarrels, may the heavens rain down.
Trust grace in grace and alone it be lost,
For your cause is enough to draw blood out.
With dogs biting nails when the thrush first knocks,
Look towards the light with the setting dawn,
And while you wait--yes while you wait--
Just see the rain seep on the ground.
It’s no secret to the grave
When greed ensues your head.
Leave the gate open wide and gold to rush through.
Just leave that candle burning, I’ll send it back to you.
For I am king beneath the mountain.
Pastoral stance through the earth, ever binding.
With the flame that hides my throne it’s better,
For the naught of the unknown.
Am I losing my innocence to play with the dogs?
Lost on a road with no hope I am gone.
Like my ladder to the clocktower I am abound.
Let me whisper to the wind, “I’m gone away.”
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5. |
Scarlet Lament
04:20
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Face of the sky:
Art thou projecting radiant hues,
Cocking heads toward thy precious eye?
Of all my semblance
I am to be: letten my ironhide
Keep my head up!
I want to see your movements, my passing moments,
Thy ever sacred dyes.
This my lament!
This my lament--scarlet lament.
So terrible this aching pain--
That shatters all my frozen flesh
Oh clouds of blue--
In misted sky I am remade inside,
For everything is open-eyed!
In a scarlet lament
Oh God will my faith payoff while I’m standing here alone and distant
Like the sea in between lies my conscience--my faith with my life are sailing broken.
Oh God will my faith payoff while I’m standing here alone and distant
I’ve carried my cross, I’ve died to my shame, your blood soaks my soul, come change me.
So terrible this aching pain
That shatters all my frozen flesh
Oh clouds of Blue--In misted sky I am remade inside,
For everything is open-eyed!
Scarlet Lament
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6. |
CGB
04:26
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Hear my footsteps laid to rest,
The seed of my fortune killed at best.
My fame was not enough to see,
My only love outside of me.
I rushed and fell to her own eyes;
My weakness will not compromise.
My shadow shall not hide my shame--
So throw my guilt entwined with pain.
If it were myself to say:
I would’ve thrown it with the grain.
But love is not myself and I--
So I’ll give it another try.
Upon the fields and o’er the rise--
Upon my weary shaking eyes--
Inscribed into the earth alone:
Is dust and air taken from my bone.
She beckoned me and loves tranquil:
A face so pure so sweet, rident.
Broken, humble, not with pain--
Standing firm against the grain.
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7. |
Black Sheep
04:42
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Cuz when I close my eyes it hurts,
To see my passions torn apart;
for in my heart my true desires.
But a city in the street lights--
Upon my imperfections leads me home.
For I’ll abide in truth and light.
Hold on to fate--
As it circles round, aiming down
Creating our own weave.
Fade out the black,
As you hold onto grey,
A hasty suicide.
And I promised to the beaten path
And I promised that I’d keep it close,
And I promised I would try.
But there is no life in dust:
So set in stone and traded on;
Our futures can’t decide.
Cuz when I close my eyes it hurts,
To see my passions torn apart;
for in my heart my true desires.
But a city in the street lights--
Upon my imperfections leads me home.
For I’ll abide in truth and light.
Will lights and signs lead you on,
Will you trade the mould for life instead,
Will you follow the road before you?
Laid down by your own passions,
Your candid eyes still see a sore.
Your three lion heads collide.
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8. |
Gravestones
03:14
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For death is upon me and I don’t mind,
For I know my reflection is calling.
And the terrified hopes of me will be my friend
As I ride into my worries--
But there’s no need to hurry.
Sand is quick--
When doused in fear--
Biting through my tongue.
So have it that--
This mouth of mine--
Could speak three words so fine.
Gravestones cold break my mould,
Bursting o’er the vine:
Holding on my fickle fires
To ignite what I had burnt.
For death is upon me and I don’t mind,
I know my reflection is calling.
And the terrified hopes of me will be my friend
As I ride into my worries--
But there’s no need to hurry.
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9. |
Mutaberis
04:13
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Oh in these woods cannot be found:
Sleeping in reeds underground.
No sense of light to circle ‘round my eyes.
So steal this light--
And steal my eyes;
For they have sighed so sweetly.
Of tempered glass, and his stained counterparts:
Regality restored.
Unto each a scattered stone;
Unto each a family;
Unto each a deaf'ning lullaby.
But to you if it holds,
Unto you a fortitude,
Desperation bearing down.
So breathe in bold--
Forget your fears--
When God pursues your helm,
Mutaberis
On this plain cannot be found
My crutch, my whole, can’t save me now!
I reach the distant hills somehow,
And all is quiet, and all is sound!
So steal this light--
And steal my eyes--
For death is upon me (no more)!
So breathe in bold--
Forget your fears--
The God of love is great,
Mutaberis!
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10. |
Response
04:06
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I am holding on to grief,
For the sake of who I am.
It is here I choose to live,
But in happiness I hide.
So tell me death is at the end,
So I can pass this grave I write.
Sweet sorrow till the end,
The grass-roots of my true life.
Like a forester do I run,
Among wilderness and stone.
But the fool jus shakes his head,
And says death no longer prys.
So tell me death is at the end--
So I can pass this grave I write.
Sweet sorrow till the end--
The grass-roots of my true life.
So while I seek forth,
I had an opportunity
To seek God
In every blesséd step
And now my bones ache,
A fire still me burns, so why suppress response,
And don’t look past the mask I am.
Oh I see what ails me now,
Over mounting, cresting, waves.
Hating sorrow all my life,
So in happiness I hide.
So tell me death is at the end,
So I can pass this grave I write.
Sweet sorrow till the end,
The grass-roots of my true life.
So while I seek forth,
I had an opportunity
To seek God,
In every blesséd step
And now my bones ache,
A fire still me burns, so why suppress response
And don’t look past the mask I am.
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11. |
Thorn in My Side
05:15
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Sequence screams at me like flame,
In a fired state
And all along my path grows darker.
So set a lamp among the mist,
I cannot break the apatheist
In this my way.
I’ll set it right,
That voice inside refusing to bleed.
All that I am to see the day.
Cuz lately my mind’s been a thorn in my side
Tearing at:
My broken heart,
My heart of discontent.
My doubt filled days are gone
While I’m trying to find,
My heart of love.
I progress into a state
Above the deep around me
Breathing while my path grows darker.
So set a lamp among the mist--
I cannot to break the apatheist--
In all my ways.
I’ll set it right,
That voice inside refusing to bleed.
All that I am--all that I am.
Cuz lately my mind’s been a thorn in my side
Tearing at:
My broken heart,
My heart of discontent.
My doubt filled days are gone
While I’m trying to find,
My heart of love.
My heart: where have you been?
Succumbed, to fear’s deathbed?
My heart: don’t fear passion.
My love: I’m coming home!
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12. |
Ellenmor
04:58
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With slaves now do I fly:
In false hope.
A gladiator I will fight,
With a thousand voices chanting:
“You won’t make it out.”
My blood spills over like game
That comes to distort my broken mind--
My joyous mind.
So wait, till it’s over--
And I, will be exactly as you once were;
But now you’re better off crawling then dead--
You’re better off crawling than dead.
But strife--he won’t impress your life.
Only fruit will be recalled:
The strain of harvest is ignored, when joyous you’re feasting its grain.
You gladiator!
Why do you fight for what is yours?
The fight has passed over you so why
Are you still swinging your sword?
So wait, till it’s over
And I will be exactly as you once were;
But now you’re better off crawling then dead--
You’re better off crawling than dead.
So here: in blackwatch--
I see the raven passing
Ellenmor!
Pain stains the heart as I’m torn in thirds:
The weight of uncertainty hurts
Stay: Ellenmor!
While slandering and rioting need contest for me--for you.
For me--
For this I know, my life’s not happenstance.
Direct me now, with purpose I can fall, to place.
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13. |
Black Water
03:07
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Eyes unopened; brush my broken doubts,
with salt water:
My very brazen tune.
Broken hearted; shrining earth with dew--
and black water--
this soothing Breeze will do.
For this rainfall
Brush this rainfall
For this rainfall.
A Friar’s time now; stars around me sway,
In Black Water—
Boldness left my heart.
In this void I sit; cast by evil faces
whence my help
Is an empty tomb.
For this rainfall
Brush this rainfall
For this rainfall--
Brush this rainfall.
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14. |
Briarheart
09:43
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Briarheart, who is to blame
When you’ve ran out of patience
And can’t look away?
Briarheart,
Redeem us your life
Singing “all to the altar” with fear as your wife.
Oh all to the altar with fear as your wife.
So take a breath now,
Yes let it be bold
May it dance through your lungs,
May it softly take hold.
For God has a reason--
If you know the difference--
God won’t waste time giving dead man’s advice.
God take heart: I am dead man’s advice.
Great I Am,
Great is your grace for me.
Hear my cries for you, God,
Come, and take my sorrows away.
You are my shepherd,
I shall not want:
Leading me through green pastures,
Still waters by night.
Great I am,
Yes you who gives sight:
Almighty Great Fire
I take my hold.
In you great shelter, I make my mould!
Oh Great I Am,
Great is your grace for me.
Broken are my hands, Lord,
Come and work through me.
Well, come living Grace,
Yeah come unto me
Bearing hope as your sword--
Forgiveness your shield.
Oh Great I Am, Lord you give sight!
Oh lead me to freedom
Embracing the pain
The God of Love embraced the same!
So:
Briarheart heed your mind,
Hearts will betray but your faith will not.
Do not leave me behind.
Oh Great I Am,
Holy is your name.
Treasured above all, Lord,
Remember me my God.
Hallelujah
I rejoice!
Oh Great I Am!
So come to the table, young Briarheart
Come and drink with Forgiveness,
And hope with the Lamb.
Come give all the glory,
And receive His Heart.
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