1. |
Queen Medb's Treachery
04:39
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I tell thee a tale
Of Scathach
And her charge Cú Chulainn
He and Ferdia trained to be evenly matched
And at the hip attached
Raised to centre round the sword
Til death at the foot of a horde
Crippled through indecision
Not to defile their mission
Ulster Cu Chulainn finds, Connacht for Ferdia
Set at opposite ends of a conflict set to transpire
While the truth lay buried in the snow
The luck of the draw finds a wound worse than any knife could blow
Were they to know
Of their impending fight
Might they have reconsidered
Or reconciled?
Blood for blood
Medb longs after a bull
Owned by Conchobar and his people
A brown bull - a symbol of power and wealth
War begins and they meet to fight man on man
Cú Chulainn chosen as conchobar's champion
Medb sends man after man
Each slain by Setanta, the strongest in the land
Finally it comes to Ferdia
He who was once as a brother, but now no more
Four days upon the ford
Needlessly
Until the spear Gae Bolg pierces Ferdia's cloth
Ferdia slain
His body shall decay forever more
Ferdia lain across the border
This Queen Medb's true treachery
Now my friend
Now you shall die free
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2. |
Sorrow
06:17
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Sorrow
The word suits the emotion
The urge suits the function it seems
Borrow
Beg steal and purchase
That which pushes furthest
To let the disease
Alone I step in, it releases the anguish
It preaches, I languish
In solitude
How can I begin
Crippled and anxious
I fear and then damn this ineptitude
Just try not to kill the mood
Now
I give up mind for after
I don't deserve the matter at hand
Absolve
Self of reflection
Would that be a plan to satiate the demand?
The reaching beyond is futile and aimless
Don't get too close and it's painless
How can I go on, brittle and dangerous?
I splinter and blame this ineptitude
Just try not to kill the mood
I curse my ineptitude
And I damn this
And now
It's not that I become the victim,
Just that I'm a scum: a symptom of myself
Give up my health
No don't excuse the sickness
Just indulge the witness - meet you there
And it's not fair that I become the martyr
When all of those apart are sane and fine
Not this time
The reaching beyond is bleak and it strains us
Don't get too close and it's painless
How can I go on adverse to distraction
I must take an action - however crude
Just try not to kill the mood
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3. |
Púca
04:54
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Fear
We march across the flats
Where men themselves once feared being attacked
The men who died here
They never saw their end
While flesh was rent but souls not spent
The spirit that wanders
The man he once was
His essence lingers and now he haunts the bogs
He longs for vengeance
But cannot recognise
Those who fall on his or opposing sides
All our party torn apart
All our wonder torn asunder
Stabbed through the heart
Stricken by the poltergeist
I watch them all decay
Solemnly I obey
My urge to run away
Scrambling I waver and say
All fail the god of war
His keeping score
His all-too-frequent occasions
For gore
It looms ever threatening
A light that I have not seen
It approaches
A light I wish not to see
A light that should not be
Failing all your self control
Granted no parole
Murder
The ghost of winter
The ghost is lying still
His soul at rest until the next
The ghost is lying still
After his kill
No
The ghost is lying still
After his kill, his kill, his kill
Now
The ghost is lying still
His soul at rest until the next to go
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4. |
Descendant (Live)
06:01
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A creature incapable of flight
Exhibiting fear of life
Walking the path of least existence
The easy way out is the only way
Descendant
Is the rain
Pathetic
He became
Dependent
On the pain
Erratic movements in new terrain
Fever
As colour wanes from his face
Succumb to the embrace
That's gripped him tightly
Whisked him nightly away
Come upon him
Hands fastened in prayer
His frightening grin
His deathly stare
Descendant
Is the rain
Pathetic
He became
Dependent
On the pain
Erratic moves
The curse of a coward
The verse he devoured
The shadow that towers over has left him lame
The first to be worn down
An aberrant form now
Who upon himself would rather turn the blade
Into blackness he'll fade
An aberrant form
Blackened with scorn
He shall not be reborn
His scurrility exceeds the norm
Descendant
Descendant
Why don't you descend
With mercy
Take this life
Unearth me
Secure a pleasant flight
With mercy
Take this life
Unearth me
Securing a pleasant flight
Let fly the knife
Descendant
Descendant
Why don't you descend
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5. |
Passage (Live)
04:29
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Blinded by anatomy
Suffocate and unseat
The sands of time
The hands unwind
Sublimate into The Sublime
And your life
Still the river flows
Through rock it winds, it erodes
Fade to white, we decompose
From our dying throes follows silence
And the river goes
Seek passage
Seek passage from this place
A life that's disengaged
Committed to the blackened page
As barren lands become the sea
Kings and peasants bend the knee
The limits of a mortal's love
A mortal life: bán go dubh
What do you know
That sets the wretched mind ablaze
Sends the sign to raze
Time
Treacherous in its ways
Watching the hourglass
The falling sand, the truth it betrays
Still the river wears away
Seek passage from this place
Another life decays
Committed to the blackened page
Show no fear and perish under might
Set the pyre alight
The longer I live the stronger grows the pain
Of my amaranthine reign
The longer I stay the thinner lays my will
Yearning to lay still
Temper
My trepidation
Time: the trigger and the gun
All life erased
Committed to the blackened page
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6. |
Rubble (Live)
06:48
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Ruler of men
Brought to his demise
Can he speak no soother?
If he speaks again, brought to his heel sooner
Sigh as the final proclamation
Betrays its only master
The silence envelops you
Behold its savage lather
Here lies your king
Lain as he was fated
Cursed to be forgotten
Publicly demonstrated
Here lies
He who took the prize
Willing to sacrifice
All our lives
He was once without rival
Now the ghost lays idle
The self-exalted resting lame
Amongst the others who lost their name
The road to progress paved with grease
A power too mighty for his seat
The public a waste of time
"Bring me my ale and my wine"
Disproportionately resented
The majesty of the gut distended
The majority defended but from whom?
Here lies
He who paid the price
He whose greatest vice
No one could justify
King me
For lamentations beyond compare
For he
The ringleader's had his share
King me
Has he earned the people's trust?
An empire once so august
Now turned to rubble and rust
Rubble and rust
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