1. FROZEN RAMPART

Reach to the red sky (the slaying, the flaying)
The sound of their voices (don’t blame me, don’t blame me)
I could not bear the torture and pain
Trapped in this dead night

Walls made of dead men encased in snow,
Soon entombed in rust, for the edicts of strongmen
Frozen I am, I must on go on,
All that is left, for me is my sword

Bitter wind, whips my face
And tries my courage
Dragged to war, with raging beasts
A stone resolve is my scourage

My blade, leads my way
Forth to victory
Or my end

Tremor upon
This final impasse
The dealers of betrayal
Riding in the dark,
I pray for precious chance
I know may never come

Bitter wind, whips my face
And tries my courage
Dragged to war, with raging beasts
A stone resolve is my scourage


2. MAELSTROM HARVEST

Quaking the ground
Storm-covered badland
Fate flows abound
Into it’s abyss

Life, it turns to dust, vile grit
Bodies serve feral avarice ,

Monsters are birthed
Since time yet unknown
Fury unearthed
Fools left to fall

Harvest,
Deadly harvest
Maelstrom harvest
Terror of vast desert vale

Blood, it lines
Rows of endless grinning fangs
Old behemoth

Tombed, forevermore
In this chasmic core
Tombed, prey to restore
Faceless carnivore
Tombed, forevermore
Face what you’ve abhorred
Tombed, prey to re-, prey to restore
Flesh for an old god

Quaking the ground
Ancient colossus
Run from it’s sound
Doom lies within
Deadly harvest


3. ENDLESS, SIGHTLESS

Fever
Bitter
Dreaming
Deceiver

Gnawing madness, paranoia
Colours their eyes
Serpents waiting patiently for one to cry out

This earth is blanketed in smoke
The flames are fanning and they still don’t know
The liars slither in their cloaks
To drag the world down into it’s death throes

The sun shines low
The verdict: “throw
A wrench into this endless crying shame”
Save yourselves disgrace
Will ages show
Though cause was known
They couldn’t bring themselves to let go, let go

How will we turn to stone? Fate's all but sewn
In this humid rise, how do we find true north?
Death cult of fools, turn from the void, It’s only pain
Roiling skies, humid rise, through the heat, pale blue it dies

Murderous,
Don’t let it in, don't
Let them in, don't
Let this in now

Prayers for a burning land,
Wasted and tainted
Men atop their charcoal thrones
Death well-acquainted

See them now

The sun shines low
The verdict: “throw
A wrench into this endless crying shame”
Save yourselves disgrace

Will ages show
Though cause was known
They couldn’t bring themselves to let go, let go

In this time and space,
Flown on the wind,
The tides of woe,
The air is thin

In bitterness,
They will light a flame,
Immolate

In this time and space,
Flown on the wind,
The tides of woe,
The air is thin

In bitterness,
They will light,
Immolate