AWENDEN

1. SAM SLATER LIGHTING CANDLES.

We rest when the sun sets, save for the night of the hunt...
But here he comes, the devils man,
carrying a new type of flame.
And it burns us quite perversely
as it takes from us the Sun.
His promise is a corpse.
Our organisms are defiled with toxic metals,
but the most virulent hides within his words.
While that stinking foam chokes the Blackstone,
from the hidden needle, poison drips: 'you rest and rise for me.'
Looking out from within Leviathan,
we can see the light has changed.
When the door's locked from the outside,
freedom's just a chain.
And here he comes, the devils man,
carrying a strange kind of flame.
It burns us quite perversely,
as it tears from us the Sun.
His promise is a corpse.
In this new age, nothing has changed.
When desperate, grasping fingers scrape the barrier
to eternal sprawl,
the flesh dropping rotten, eyes ancient and dry,
another iteration, of Empires spiraling gaze.
Is that your man made star,
spewing the poison it was built from in the first place,
now white-hot upon re-entry?
How laughable your desperate gamble to escape the scorched Earth,
to seek new worlds to ravage and tame...
Hail the Kessler cascade!
Do you lay claim to that living cell,
writhing against the mad experimenters indifferent penetration?
How ironic and pitiful your obsessively sterile dreams,
for even they have sprung from your foul heart,
untamed and free.
The shining gift in your outstretched hand,
the struggle to obscure the horrors within.
How hollow ring your pleas, for us to take this trade,
of cancer for a false communion.
But now the farce has worn straight through.
Further exposed by ever more sophisticated designs.
Scratch the surface,
it's just Sam Slater lighting another fucking candle.


FEMINAZGÛL

2. CALL OUT HER NAME WHEN YOU'RE LOST

Call out her name
When you're lost
When you're lost

I found her in darkness
I found her in the field
I found her in starlight
I found her in fog

They tore
At my body
I tore
At their throat

Bloody
Talons
Bloody
Teeth

I ran to
My mother
A bloody
Great beast

I bore my blood
I bore my blood
I bore my blood
I bared my teeth

I bore my blood
I bore my blood
I bore my blood
I bared my teeth

I tore
I tore
Sever and break


3. WINDTIME WOLFTIME

A red day
A sword day
Fire
Slaughter

Axe time
Sword time
Wind time
Wolf time
Ere the world falls

Arise
Arise
Arise
Arise
Arise

Darkness
My mantle
Shadow
My blade

Comes the day
Every chain is broken
Comes the day
Every king is slain
Comes the day
Every chain is broken