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Burn Like Ice
05:50
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You stop me running
Each moment forever
How can you do this?
Filling empty spaces
With nothing
Each movement alone
Falling through emotions
You touch and I shake
Am I tasting your soul?
Why do I feel like this
When your eyes
Turn to stone?
Show me your tears, pleasure from pain
Nights you don’t speak if I disobey
Oh, I’d turn the tables, reveal my woe
But strength through joy I don’t think you know
So I’ll drive it in deep, watch the blood spray
Nights I don’t sleep, the games you make me play
Let the fire burn my grief-filled chest
Force from my heart the loneliness
We're two crashing waves, one master, one slave
You burn like ice
And I turn to stone
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Voices
04:28
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Do you hear the voices
The broadcast will not cease
Another coffin closes
Fear is their peace
From within and from outside
From above and from below
Until you’re thankful to be confined
In the ‘happy family’ show
On the radio and TV stations
In the church, in the shops, in the towns
For the politics of nations
They would have us drown
From within and from outside
From above and from below
Nowhere to run or hide
They make life a death so slow
They infiltrate and manipulate
The faction of your choice
So that we trade words of hate
Divided by the voice
From within and from outside
From above and from below
Painting pictures for the blind
With their subliminal code
Voices
Voices
Their voices are forces
Their force is their voices
Their forces control us
Their voices contain us
No voice
No choice
Rewired
I’m tired
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Symbols In The Snow
03:07
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The blizzard is roaring
The wolves, they are calling
My feet are so heavy and slow
The light it is dimming
Faces are screaming
But I cannot hear them now
For my heart it is pumping
My life back to nothing
Just a stain, bloody stain, on the snow
Ripped and torn we are unborn
Symbols of the coming storm
Artillery pumping
Us back to nothing
Bloody stains
Only symbols in the snow
Ripped and torn we are unborn
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Europa Aeterna
04:17
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Come join me in Eutopia
Set aflame the killing fields of Europa
The way the scattered seeds
Were strangled by the weeds
Come join me in Eutopia
The broken promise of Europa
Away from the storm clouds
That rain so heavy on the boughs
Of life
Come join me in Eutopia
A castle in the air, old Europa
They no longer raise the flags
Our Fathers blood stained rags
Within my heart she lies, Europa
While in the world she cries, Europa
Within my heart she’ll rise, Europa
While in the world she cries. Europa
Within my heart she’ll rise, Europa
But in the world she dies, Europa
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Sister Of The Sea
03:22
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There it is, her voice again
Like some sorcery
I ride upon her notes of pain
As she gently carries me
From such a melancholy shore
To sands of fantasy
And there she enchants me again
Sister of the sea
*Into my heart an air that kills
From far country blows
What are those blue remembered hills
What burning forests those?
That is the land of lost content
I see it shining plain
The happy shores where I went
And cannot come again*
As darkness sweeps across the sky
The moon calls her once more
The haunting song ends with a cry
And I am left upon her shore
Then the only sound is of the waves
Crashing, tossing me
Back to where I don’t belong
With my demons for company
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The Warmth Of Being
03:38
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The evening clings to his skin
Its heartbeat makes his head spin
A-part of the web and dazed by her potion
Breathing the tides of the ocean
Burning inside the reason to exist
A poison, a love, a kiss
If the secrets she passed down
Led us to where we are now
What have we done?
As the moon shadows the sun
And the moon shadows our son
Virgin
Mother
Crone
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This lands breath is stagnant
Trees stand dead in the concrete fields
While the world is raped by traitors
Who turn the destruction wheel
The smell and the blood of their prophet
Pollutes the soil; the old gods sigh
As fear infested sermons
Possess the blind sheep to nullify
In this valley of power
The channels open and fuel the flame
On to the vale of secrets
Then departure from this rotting stage
No rest for the mortal man
As coming events cast their shadows before
Let the final battle commence
With the call of a wolf and the hammer of Thor
Hear the gods roar
As the angel falls
Into the light
The black sunlight
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Angel
02:15
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I cannot remember your face now we’re apart
But your soul still flies with mine
I wait for your body and I wait for your love
The past never happened
In this desolate place
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The Watcher
05:27
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Discover thou what is
The creature from before the flood
Without flesh, without bone
Without vein, without blood
It is in the field, it is in the wood
Without head, without hand
Without foot
It is bad, it is good
Is it a god?
Call the council of the seven
At the place where earth meets heaven
For there is much work to be done
Now the angel has fallen
I am a wonder
Whose origin is unkown
I am the seed from which
Grew all you have ever grown
Call the council of the seven
At the place where earth meets heaven
Once again the end has come
Our knowledge must be passed on
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Medusa
05:09
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Ten thousand snakes shedding their skin
Mistress of beasts spreading her wings
No power to change her march to the end
No space for doubt divides the message she sends
And here we are as pillars of stone
We cannot move our roots from our home
Here we were born and here we shall die
Defending land with blood and with pride
My name is Anath, I am the mysteries
Within the threefold forces of the Great Goddess
I purify
I am the truth beyond your world
Look upon my eyes and behold the abyss
Ten thousand snakes shedding their skin
Mistress of beasts spreading her wings
No power to change her march to the end
No space for doubt divides the message she sends
And here we are as pillars of stone
We cannot move our roots from our home
Alone we stand, alone we shall die
The honour won, looking into her eye
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Locust Moon
05:20
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If sorrow were waves from an ocean of blue
If I were the cliffs they come crashing on to
Then you are the moon rushing them in
To make ruins of me, outside and within
And all I can do is stand in the sun
My victory an illusion
Crafted by you, to weather my heights
And make me the shore, make me a shore
You made me the shore
*I make an incantation against the brightness of the sky
I make an incantation against the shining of the sun
I make an incantation against the wind of heaven
I utter a spell against the boughs of the oak
Against the aspen and the alder, the willow and the birch
Against the budding of every tree that is in the wood
I bind a charm against the rose that it blossom not
May my magic bring darkness on the generation of the flowers
May blackness consume the grass of the fields
For in her was the brightness of the sky
The splendour of the sun, the breeze from on high
In her the delight of the woods
The sweetness of the rose, the pleasure of the flowers
Her voice gave rapture to the song of the birds
The joys of the world have departed with her
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The Waiting Ground
04:24
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I can feel a cloak of bitterness enshroud
My heart lost in storm clouds
Alone I stand within a place that I call home
Oh, how I used to roam
And you will not return to the shore of this strange land
To fill an empty man
Where all I do is sit and waste and wonder how
I think I know it now
And as the time goes by more thoughts of you are lost
Melt into the frost
The longer that I stay the more it numbs the pain
Here love can’t remain
Around me the fog falls and all I feel is bone
Safe among my own
Where all I do is live in a place to die
I think I know just why
It’s dark, grow cold
It’s dry, grow old
In the waiting ground
And why should I be found when you know that I am bound
To the waiting ground
It's cold, so cold...
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While Angels Watch UK
Cult forerunners of the so-called Neofolk or Apocalyptic Folk genre; formed in Autumn 1985 by Michael Victor [aka DeV] in London, England. Dark, often epic music, incorporating post punk and post industrial influences; accompanied by uncompromising lyrics that explore the human condition, culture, esoterica and the darkly romantic, with foundations built upon the Northern Mysteries.and Lore. ... more
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