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A Flooded Battleground
04:04
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Crows circle
Bodies rot
Men cry
Cruelly Die
Funeral Pyres
Shields on chests
Gold to pay
For Final Rest
Nameless enemy
Killed for bowing
To a different Statue
Wasted blood – scions of a cruel god
It was their fate
They dwell in Elysium
The Hydra shall guard
Those who caused this
It was their fate
They dwell in Elysium
The Hydra shall guard them
In the holds of Tartarus
White faces
Lifeless eyes
Torn flags
Broken swords
Streams of blood
Disease and stench
Ruined ranks
Isolated holy soldiers
Nameless enemy
Killed for bowing
To a different Statue
Wasted blood – scions of a cruel god
It was their fate
They dwell in Elysium
The Hydra shall guard
Those who caused this
It was their fate
They dwell in Elysium
The Hydra shall guard them
In the holds of Tartarus
The ones who walk after death
Portent of the coming evil
Ringing of the doom to come
Rise of the decaying one
Nameless enemy
Killed for bowing
To a different Statue
Wasted blood – scions of a cruel god
It was their fate
They dwell in Elysium
The Hydra shall guard
Those who caused this
It was their fate
They dwell in Elysium
The Hydra shall guard them
In the holds of Tartarus
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The beings stand on silent ellipsis
Waiting for the meaning in the eclipse
The air is warm; in black clothed
The knife in hand to heart betrothed
The stone basin
Fills with blood
The victim laughs
‘Til death grips
The pile of stones
The ritual at night
Conscience is dead
In the Blood God’s sight
They worship the serpent of the roots
They serve the lord of the out yards
They are called the people grim
Of their end we will sing
The stone basin
Fills with blood
The victim laughs
‘Til death grips
The pile of stones
The ritual at night
Conscience is dead
In the Blood God’s sight
Worthless, wanton, worms to the crow
Made to serve, to us masters bow
These deserve to be removed from existence
Followers of the dead ways
They worship the serpent of the roots
They serve the lord of the out yards
They are called the people grim
Of their end we will sing
The stone basin
Fills with blood
The victim laughs
‘Til death grips
The pile of stones
The ritual at night
Conscience is dead
In the Blood God’s sight
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The laceration fulfills the curse
Rubies spill to the forest floor
The child falls limp as choking ceases
A smile on the man, a beast, a father
He calls the god to him, to me
The blood the price to set them free
To break me the need, finished they flee
We think we have won, but not for long
One by one their bodies turn to white
Withered and wasted by the Blood God’s sight
The light of day can’t hide my fear
As I’m the only one left here
The laceration fulfills the curse
Rubies spill to the forest floor
The child falls limp as choking ceases
A smile on the man, a beast, a father
He calls the god to him, to me
The blood the price to set them free
To break me the need, finished they flee
We think we have won, but not for long
One by one their bodies turn to white
Withered and wasted by the Blood God’s sight
The light of day can’t hide my fear
As I’m the only one left here
They scream and cry, the men they die their insides atrophy
They scream to god to save them, heal them, to protect their wives
They curse and beg and whine; nothing comes to save them now
Where…is…our…god…
The laceration fulfills the curse
Rubies spill to the forest floor
The child falls limp as choking ceases
A smile on the man, a beast, a father
He calls the god to him, to me
The blood the price to set them free
To break me the need, finished they flee
We think we have won, but not for long
One by one their bodies turn to white
Withered and wasted by the Blood God’s sight
The light of day can’t hide my fear
As I’m the only one left here
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4. |
Haunted Forest
03:52
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The Forest is black
Black as the hearts
Sweeping through it
They must be brought
To the doom they have called
Silent
Stalking
Hating
Thirsty for their blood
Blind their eyes
Stunt their ears
Sew the mouths
Sow the flame
They won’t see
They won’t hear
The Gods will be deaf
The price of their brutality
The moon illuminates
Nothing but
Fear in my eyes
Shining
Shining from my eyes
Alone
Swallow fear
Adopt darkness
Bring them to the grave
Blind their eyes
Stunt their ears
Sew the mouths
Sow the flame
They won’t see
They won’t hear
The Gods will be deaf
The price of their brutality
Guard against Berstuk
Watch for the hunted
Pray for hiding from
Sillus and Triballus
Nothing can interfere with vengeance
Nothing can save the pigs of the false gods
The Forest is black
Black as the hearts
Sweeping through it
They must be brought
To the doom they have called
Silent
Stalking
Hating
Thirsty for their blood
Blind their eyes
Stunt their ears
Sew the mouths
Sow the flame
They won’t see
They won’t hear
The Gods will be deaf
The price of their brutality
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5. |
Master of Phantoms
03:46
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Follow the path of widow and raven
To a realm in the womb of the forest
A fortress black with the sorrow of time
And a name forgotten to memory
The meeting of frost and fire
Creates a mist that sinks to the ground
The base is stone of black marble
On the gates are portents of sorcery
The cavernous halls are empty of life
No servants for the lord of this hall
He lives alone in this nest of fog
And takes his pray by the light of day
A maze of darkness and anguish
Of corridors laden with the passing of time
His despair is infinite…tortuous
He makes them pay for losing their way
Follow the path of widow and raven
To a realm in the womb of the forest
A fortress black with the sorrow of time
And a name forgotten to voices
Descending from staircases eternal
Dressed in shadow of night
His presence stems from an unquiet grave
His voice is the grating of a dying heart
The cavernous halls are empty of life
No servants for the lord of this hall
He lives alone in this nest of fog
And takes his pray by the light of day
A maze of darkness and anguish
Of corridors laden with the passing of time
His despair is infinite…tortuous
He makes them pay for losing their way
Blindness enveloped my mind as I see this fortress loom above me
Ravens circle the tallest spires, nightmares flow from open windows
Phantoms serve the lord of this hall; his is the fate of the powerful damned
The screams of the long dead echo and the rags they leave are blown by the wind
His love was buried alive in this place, birth to an immortal passion
Follow the light of the moon through the trees
A path that is made by demons and imps
To a home that is bathed in misery
And a love that is remembered in pain
The life that was here is twisted to make
The curse that ever follows him
His soul is black as he gave it in offering
To ensure his love would live forever
The cavernous halls are empty of life
No servants for the lord of this hall
He lives alone in this nest of fog
And takes his pray by the light of day
A maze of darkness and anguish
Of corridors laden with the passing of time
His despair is infinite…tortuous
He makes them pay for losing their way
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6. |
A Plea to the Endless
03:58
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Beside the pale lake
A sickle shines by light
A cloud moves across the moon
Writing on the wall
What is here is dark
In ages past foretold
A call to those that move between
The dead and living world
The spectre and the king
The omen and the ring
The fractal beginning
Of a tale of revenge
Odin the possessed
Lord of fury and Song
Thanatos and Charon
Daemon and Ferryman
Mors, child of night
Brother of sleep
Lord of the butterfly
And lord of the sword
Rising from a tidal pool
Of cloud and purple mist
A gateway to a realm that is
Forbidden to mortal men
A tear in the fabric of the world
Through which they enter
Waiting, smiling
A life lived close to death
The spectre and the king
The omen and the ring
The fractal beginning
Of a tale of revenge
Orcus, punisher
Of broken oaths
Horkus, the curse
Of the false promise
Dis, father
Of the wealth of the earth
The watchers
Those who are awake
Forbidden, forsaken, children of dread
Life was given to you in our stead
And justice shall call to those who claim
To take life away, even our kin
A wakening, a haunting, a flutter of wings
The summer, the winter, the coming of spring
Ages pass in timeless fear
Desolation angels walking near
Odin the possessed
Lord of fury and Song
Thanatos and Charon
Daemon and Ferryman
Mors, child of night
Brother of sleep
Lord of the butterfly
And lord of the sword
Orcus, punisher
Of broken oaths
Horkus, the curse
Of the false promise
Dis, father
Of the wealth of the earth
The watchers
Those who are awake
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The earth cracks like thunder
Chasms split, paths to hell
The clouds eclipse the sun
Day turns night as the god ascends
It takes the form
Consumes the child
Pure creation dies in its sight
Deforms the innocent
Mangles and breaks
Man is weak by the Blood God’s might
The earth cracks like thunder
Chasms split, paths to hell
The clouds eclipse the sun
Day turns night as the god ascends
It takes the form
Consumes the child
My hands shake with fear
Deforms the innocent
Mangles and breaks
My skin turns to white
Pure creation dies in its sight
Man is weak by the Blood God’s might
Horizons bleed with the rising sun
Tendrils of warmth grip and waken
Life is forced into the nearly forsaken shell
Memory is like loose sand, but the taint remains
Lord of the out yards
People grim
Serpent of the roots
An end to the demons
The earth cracks like thunder
Chasms split, paths to hell
The clouds eclipse the sun
Day turns night as the god ascends
It takes the form
Consumes the child
My hands shake with fear
Deforms the innocent
Mangles and breaks
My skin turns to white
Pure creation dies in its sight
Man is weak by the Blood God’s might
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A fortress of sorrow
A construct of hate
A fearful destiny
A bitter, cruel fate
For the souls who have lost the game
The evil dead eternally without name
Arrival on a misty shore
Greeted by a skeletal whore
Blackened bones are strewn across
The frayed remains of ancient plains
The cavernous halls are twilight lit
Unnatural ghostly purple light
I’ve begged each god to end this hell
A soul too worthless to save or to sell
I’ll give my life a thousand times
To live once more with pleasant dreams
A thousand pained servants
Worked to death each day
Mindless, always weary
No appetite, always hungry
Heartless, but always filled
With unresolvable hatred
A kingdom ripped from nightmare
A tear in the cloth of sanity
Pillars of fossil and ancient stone
Ceilings that rise beyond vision
Dark and high is his kingly seat
With view of the plains of the dead
I’ve begged each god to end this hell
A soul too worthless to save or to sell
I’ll give my life a thousand times
To live once more with pleasant dreams
I’ll waste this ancient king of air
Gone soft over eons as lord of nothing
But the fettered zombies of craven men
His unhallowed halls shall ring eternally
With what was once his majesty
Now they are free
They gladly rise
An army of the dead with me
Sworn to overthrow my enemy
Conflagration of the land
Death by skeletal undead hand
A kingdom ripped from nightmare
A tear in the cloth of sanity
Marching from the ancient gates
Of marble and granite, claiming fate
Rising from this prison realm
This wondrous waste and wasted wonder
I’ve begged each god to end this hell
A soul too worthless to save or to sell
I’ll give my life a thousand times
To live once more with pleasant dreams
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9. |
Palace of the Fathers
04:40
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A shroud of nightmare and rightful spite
A claim by right of rebirth
Vengeance will be mine this day
I swear by dying gods I’ll repay
I have bathed in the waves of death
And death has enveloped me
The price to pay for a single breath
A life with the force of the sea
My life is a temple of blood and of stone
Of dreams that are rotting in caskets with bone
I am moving without moving
Becoming one with the void
The angels are waiting
The angels are villains
For I am the king of sinners in the hands of an angry God
Thrown from thrones of gold and pearl
By those they created from dust
By an army that spawns from the bowels Hell
Like a flower that blossoms in spring
Ripped from the virtuous wasteland
Screams fading to silence
By the dead that flower
From the bowels of Hell
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Thread of Omen Cape Town, South Africa
Thread of Omen is a melodic death metal band from Durbanville, South Africa, formed in
2013.
Discography:
Palace of the Fathers (2015)
Vindicta (2017)
Members:
Victor van den Heever - Vocals
Stian Etsebeth - Lead guitar
Matthew Cox - Rhythm Guitar
Marius Vercuiel - Bass
Jonathan Burgers - Drums
... more
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