Old Season : Archaic Creation

Symphonic Heavy / Ireland
(2009 - Self-Released)
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1. MEET ME ON THE BATTLEFIELD

On the battlefield slain, ours sons of Erin
Through the battlefield's pain, our sons of Erin
The earth will bleed the blood of your king
To a river carved deep by the sword of a Fiann

For our freedom this our plight
This land of life and dreams
Regal martinets march
To rot us at the seams

Course their warships towards the shore
Prepare tools of death
Await the dawn
Vigilant stalk as the waves draw them near

For our freedom this our plight
This land of life and dreams
Regal martinets march
To rot us at the seams

Meet me on the battlefield
My sons of Erin

So many times has our soil been drenched in blood
So many lives has this blood drenched soil engulfed

For the freedom this our plight
This land of life and dreams

Meet me on the battlefield


2. FOREVER DAMNED

Tearful the cries that fill the midnight sky
Dark spirits deliver their penance
Thrice shrieking her lust, her lust for your soul
Alone in the dark she bleeds this death romance

Serpent nails caress her long mane
Once flowed and mirrored beauty
Beauty torn down, twisted, scorned
Her first cry the warning, this deathly mourn

Stalking 'neath the moon, scent of death
Wolves serenade night, hour of death

She moves on the wind so swift, such grace
Relentless in torture, she leaves no fucking trace
Trapped in the shadows, the flames left behind
Her talons' first grip, existence exiled

Stalking 'neath the moon, scent of death
Wolves serenade night, hour of death

Harvester of souls, precise first kill
She feeds on your flesh
Prepare the feast, feel your blood turn cold
But yet you'll burn
Your blackened soul burns

You are the flesh sent, start the feast
She brings you death, unveil the beast
Blood falls from the altar, this chalice of death
Transcend into darkness, claws ripping last breath

Stalking 'neath the moon, scent of death
Wolves serenade night, hour of death

Harvester of souls, precise first kill
She feeds on your flesh
Prepare the feast, feel your blood turn cold
But yet you'll burn
Your blackened soul burns


3. THE MISSION

The autumn's vice on dregs of life has past
While roundabout the hills the snow drives fast
The mercenary slips his lair
And grappled in his hands there bears
The solitary hope of nations thralled

Wherefore comes this titan of men?
The seas lie in wait for his ships of stealth
'Cross monstrous waves of seething crests
And ocean vales of uneasy rest
Ne'er terror nor lust shall ever waylay

Tempestuous gales these masts will outstand
And hold steadfast 'til death or land
Ferried aloft the standard's face is revealed
And borne upon the winds of a godless zeal

He forges on through the perpetual dark
And closes in on the ancient ark
Where the fame of erstwhile heroes's stored
And all cherished tales of battlelore
The sceptre wrench'd from the master's hand
Argentine skies below he stands

Ferried aloft the standard's face is revealed
And borne upon the winds of a godless zeal

He forges on through the perpetual dark
And closes in on the ancient ark
Where the fame of erstwhile heroes's stored
And all cherished tales of battlelore
The sceptre wrench'd from the master's hand
Argentine skies below he stands

Primordial mores are all but lost
The latter days know nothing of the cost
Insipid lives of lifeless men
Their doctrine's claim on penitence
Doth rules the weakest minds of those not freed

Ensanguined spoils of crusades' toils are fixed
To pietism's clasp on those betwixt
The amalgam of gods and men
Our mercenary strives to rend
Anathematic bonds of theists' call, for one an all
The faithless one shall never fall

The faithless one shall never fall


4. PROWLER

Prowler, fetish for flesh
Under darkness he waits, virgin blood he baits
To complete the cycle
Lying in wait, the seductive moment
Eyes red with desire, cast from the fire
This feast of predators

Haunting - Your life's been sold
Hunted - Your hellish nightmare unfolds
Screams of pain as he cuts you down
Crush your bones, burn you into the ground

Shards of light upon the flesh, creep through the masses
Infectious first touch, burning lust, it's so precious
Lead them to the jackals, feast, gorge
And savour the dripping blood

Haunting - Your life's been sold
Hunted - Your hellish nightmare unfolds
Screams of pain as he cuts you down
Crush your bones, burn you into the ground

Back in his lair, black stench of death
Trophy flesh shawl, caress
Here in this hell, forged a soul masked in black
Shunned by the light of day, by the light of day
Inside his mind a statue of death
Carved from the stone of his soul
So now your time has come
Just to satisfy
My deepened pain, all life I slay
This deadline for murder

Haunting - Your life's been sold
Hunted - Your hellish nightmare unfolds
Screams of pain as he cuts you down
Crush your bones, burn you into the ground


5. BITTER IS THE WIND

Grand old Vikings ruled the oceans vast
Their brave battle songs still thunder on the blast
Riding in its might, bring tyrants to their knee
The flag that flies above is the love of liberty

Bitter is the wind tonight
White tresses of the sea

Heed now O king, what honour I bring
Silence I pray, while I speak my lay
Your exploits to tell, which all men know well
Only Odin can say where the dead lay

Sword metal peeled on rim of shield
Their fate it was sealed on the battlefield

The king advanced while axes danced
Distant shore heard the clamour of war
Blood ran free, beyond the sea
I praise this king throughout his land
And keenly sing his open hand

His hand so free with golden spoil
But vice-like he grips his own soil

Sword metal peeled on rim of shield
Their fate it was sealed on the battlefield

To praise my lord, this tight mouth broke
The word floods poured, the still tongue spoke
From my poet's breast these words, they took wing
Now all the rest may learn to sing

Bitter is the wind tonight
White tresses of the sea


6. AT THE HOLLOW

Ahead of me the bridge awaits
Alone, I hear the creaking of the souls
Entrapped in the death soaked beams, they draw me closer
As this eerie chill grows upon my back

Black knight, stark horrors, how they unfold
Mysterious reaper, oh! he tills the fields
Unseen eyes stare right through me, on this hellish night
Onwards I march through the darkness for his immortal soul

And the moonlit trees with their shadowed age old arms
Cast out to steal my frightened soul
And the hooves I hear, his breath do I fear
Am I about to meet my death?

This final date with destiny, oh! is this him or is it me?
Can I make it to the other side,
Or will he for one more time ride?
This steel I hold, of age I'm told,
And forged in the depths of hell
Destruction spread one slice and death,
This glory must be held
At the hollow it sleeps
At the hollow it sleeps

Sweeping fast, it's hell unleashed,
The mighty roar, the savage beast
His glaring eyes rip through your mind,
Just don't let him in
Steel against claw, the ferocious last fight
And the wolves as they howled and the moon for the light
Death befall you, my only command
I'll swear that you'll die by the sword in my hand
At the hollow it sleeps
At the hollow it sleeps

Ahead of me the great hall awaits,
Virtue the spoils to the victor on this day
My sword, his blood, this path to the brave
Rapturous demon, laid down this eternal grave


7. THE HEATHENS' DANCE

Winter has dawned
And the sun has breathed its last
In the bitter moonlight winds I can hear
The crestfallen cry of angels

As the heathens dance in circles
'Round a blaze impaling the sky
The lamb has been slaughtered
The wine has been cloven
Exult... This unhallowed hour

Like an eye in the sky
This now perpetual moon leers above us
Vigilant as a sentinel masqueraded
Awaiting to summon the ancient world

As the heathens dance in circles
'Round a blaze impaling the sky
The lamb has been slaughtered
The wine has been cloven
Exult... This unhallowed hour

The stench of archaic creation
Cascades these wilted lands
The rebirth of a forgotten season
Once buried deep in time

Rise... up from beyond the realm
Cleanse these lands and all who dwell
Renew the yearning in our souls
Rid us of fallacy
The fallacy

Bestow unto me immortality

Winter has dawned, and the sun hath breathed its last
In the fire light sky we feel the desperate cry of angels

Now the heathens dance in circles,
'Round a blaze reigning the sky
The blood of the lamb on the altar,
Exult... this unhallowed dawn

The stench of archaic creation
Cascades these wilted lands
The rebirth of a forgotten season
Nevermore buried in time


8. A SOLDIER'S SONG

Thunder sounds my coming, this vitriolic will
Lays waste these lands before me, for blood shall spill
The interminable suffering in which your kin will wallow
Shall wipe your seed from this earth, so none may follow
Kneel and serve before me, I'll slay yours one by one
Behold the age of pestilence, I am your kingdom come

Yet stood as one
With tempered nerve and steel
Ten thousand strong
Our kings had become his pawns
Hiding our fate inside their walls
When tumbled down so did reveal
Insidious and heinous deals
To sell the souls of kindred men
Deal death to those opposing them
To smite the spark of life from birth
And sow the seeds of hell on earth
This night will see our vengeance won
My life this land still holds 'til war is done

A solider's song
We chant this night of the Fianns' might
To drive us on and on

Ready now men with your horse-swords and bows
Our dead to avenge as we round on our foes

The skies fell red and winds came cold
O'er steely clasps on arms there borne
Such woe beheld through eyes of men
Could stir the heart to fight 'til the end
Quicken your step and be bold men
Lifeblood for the seasons old

From forth the mass one hundred brave
Led out first charge that night
And followed on ten thousand strong
Their foe to bring the fight

March, on the bastion of helotry
March, to the thunderous cheer
Too long enslaved have our forebears been
March, for the battle draws near

Ready and fire the funeral pyre
Of servitude under them

Lo! The tide of iniquity slows
The hour it is ripe for the blow
Let children of men be shown
Lest happens they forget their own
Saw them sold, that kings of men
Saw them sold, these kings of men
Would see us sold

Impassioned cries for the war-felled men
Rake thin the verve of valour's yen
Foul price that sees our freedom won
All life in war a victim has become

A soldier's song
Intones this night our people's plight
And drives us on and on and on and on...

Impassioned cries for the war-felled men
Rake thin the verve of valour's yen
Foul price that sees our freedom won
All life in war a victim has become

A soldier's song
This soldier's song

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