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Squadron of Fire
04:09
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Chase the raven's tail
There's a rider on his back
If we forgive we can never fail
Never slip between the cracks
Put the moon against our backs
When they come to attack
Put the moon against our backs
Put the moon against our backs
When they come to react
Put the moon against our backs
Stole your skull
And made escape under captive skies
Tales are told
Of your mighty Squadron of Fire
There's a Murderer of Crows
Searching for hatred to expose
We'll chase the shadow on the ground
Until we get out of the cold
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2. |
The Last Two Fangs
04:26
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Placed the bone on cavern shelf in secret hideaway
built from branch, sticks and stones, where words have nothing to say
stretch the hide over the rim, hands beat the rhythmic drum
paint the horse to match my skin while worshipping the sun
native forest children
on serpent's tongue they bang
waiting for the venom from the last two fangs
Drank from horns and shoed the hooves of creatures from our day
shaping future generations in nature's cosmic play
track the bear and get the hide that keeps us warm at night
dance the fire , howl at the moon that tempts the morning light
Native forest people
on serpent's tongue they bang
Waiting for the venom of the last two fangs
This was the way
that we hide away
Metallic foreign soldiers
Industrial shields they bang
Stealing all the venom from the last two fangs
I won't carry your flag
I won't carry your gun
I won't worship your God
I'll just hang on the tongue
I'll be staring into the sun
when man and earth become one
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3. |
Dream Reaper
02:58
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Gold-toothed grin
while I sip out my glass
you're trying to move on
from your blacked out past
I've got all the answers
I hold all the keys
I give all your wants
If you give me your dreams
I've been here
for a long time
even though time
doesn't seem that long
I'll be here
Slaying on your dreams
Doin' a death dance
singing my song
I wash them all down
with inhibitions it cost 'em
think you're loving life
But, out the window you toss them
I feast upon gravel
that made up your mind
it's hard to drive your life
when you're blind
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4. |
Shackled to the Sky
03:13
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Up here watching from a bird's eye view
Trouble's on your door step
There ain't much that I can do
I can offer up my hand but, it's too high to snag
Offer the shirt off my back
But, it's been worn to rags
How can one feel so low
While hanging up here so high?
I'm shackled to the sky
watching life pass me by
I'm shackled to the sky
Down there below you look so small
from where you're looking I'm probably ten feet tall
I scream and I shout
"I wanna be just like you"
So far from doubt and balled up in the truth
How can one feel so low
While hanging up here so high?
I'll tell you about the splinter in your eye
While I got a log up in mine
I'm shackled to the sky
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5. |
Warden of Souls
01:30
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6. |
Callused Hands
02:31
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Pick up the hammer
Nail it right
Counterfeit your soul with all your might
Sacrifice your mind
turn into the kind
Creature of pain whose eyes are blind
Callused hands
You can't expect them to understand
When you become a beast
It's unbecoming to a man
The machete is heavy
But, hack it down
Burn that bush back to the ground
Meathead, that's all you'll be
sweating those bullets for their greed
Sacrifice your body
Give them your brain
you never had a soul
You can't feel the pain
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7. |
Tempore City Scouts
03:54
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Fingernails just scratch the surface
Can't expose your wretched lies
Witches broom that flies with purpose
Potion needs your crimson eyes
The garden of roses bloom at midnight
Scalded cellophane it looms
Superficial, Plastic pardons
Gargoyles guard your everlasting tomb
You created everything
That you'll learn to hate
You sedated all of the truth
For Heaven's sake
Don't you ever end up like me
In the foul dungeons of the time queen
Don't you ever end up like me
In the rotting dungeons of the time queen
Crawling snails just slide my surface
searching for the tasteless bile
Goblin's bones hold the cavern's trophies
screams echo off the chamber tiles
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8. |
Join the Hoard
04:24
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We're like larva without a father
no rules profound
We lay waste just to get a taste
Of the meat in your town
Pay no mind what is said Devine
We've got no robes, no crowns
The time is now duplicate the waste
Or to sudden death you'll bow
Join the Hoard
Praise the Borg
Overboard
With the traitors
Step inside we can change your mind
Warp your reality
Just relax in your egg sack
Here's a pill for anxiety
Spray-tanned chrome on your golden throne
But, you got a duct taped mouth
Crown of mud have a little fun
while you worship yourself
Join the Hoard
we just want some more
overboard with all the traitors
Come out of your cocoon
Into vacant room
cleanse yourself of all the lies
Take the corner door
down into the floor
where the hoard will finally die
We move in waves across the waste
until there's nobody left behind
shave their heads so they look the same
where they end up in stacks and lines
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9. |
Ghost in the Machine
05:15
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Maggot-brained
you can't feel pain
I'd do anything to feel a thing
Lab rats for this techno trap
Push against the holding straps
Hallelujah but, this ain't the god
I was praying towards
Now you're screaming at the sky
for answers to the why
we turned time into sand
with laws of mortal men
Conjured out of fear
But, the blame is in the mirror
Trapped behind a screen
A world lost in between
A Ghost in the Machine
Self-serving wizards
push out the gizzards
and make fools of the poor
they will misplace you
don't care to erase you
and use you to mop up the floor
keep all the gold while we're bought and we're sold
grinning ear to ear while they ask for more
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10. |
Nothing Left to Scavenge
01:32
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deathrust Morganton, North Carolina
Deathrust is another project out of western N.C. with Brian Beaver playing all of the instruments and writing the music, Bobbie Snakes covering lyrics and vocals, and Garron German on Alto Sax.
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