1. |
Markens Grøde Intro
00:48
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Growth of the soil was something different,
A thing to be procured at any cost.
The only source, the origin of all.
A dull and desolate existence?
Nay, least of all.
A man had everything.
His powers above, his dreams, his loves,
His wealth of superstition
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2. |
Dressed in Black
03:26
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All that I remember
All those blooming lights
Feels so grimm and cold now
Russian winter nights
Emptiness and darkness
For battleborn and brave
A single man's still standing
Standing at the grave
Dressed in black (×4)
Son, you see those scorched fields
Death under the snow
But the sun will rise one day
And grass again will grow
For our blood and honour
For our sacred skies
I'll return to motherland
With runes upon my eyes
Dressed in black (×4)
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3. |
Sult
02:50
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I saw a cripple begging on an empty street
I saw the orphans with martyr's eyes
When I was looking for some shelter on my knees
In dirt and hunger endly felt the paradise
I saw her face
I saw her face upstairs in the rays of morning light
She spelled my name
Am I the preacher or am I the sacrifice
These gutters feel for me already like a home
You wouldn't see them from a ferris wheel
Those boarded windows, rats and people on the floor
Do you like this hidden paradise? I'm sure you will.
We're all to blame
We're all to blame, wait for the knocking on you door
I'm still the same
I saw her face one time again in heat of war
Oh ashes oh ashes
Oh blood running blood
Oh tell me the story of this neighbourhood
The weakness and woe
Oh ashes oh ashes
Oh blood running blood
Oh tell me the story of this neighbourhood
The weakness and woe
We're all to blame
We're all to blame, wait for the knocking on your door
I'm still the same. The same
I saw her face one time again in heat of war
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4. |
People Always Dying
04:25
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Cutting roses
Praise the skies
Lovely flowers
To the lovely eyes
Smiling pictures
That's so nice
Fist of promises
Fist of lies
It's getting cold outside
It's getting cold outside
It's getting cold outside
And people always dying
Cutting flowers
Engaging flies
Fist of roses
Fist of lies
Getting closer
To demise
Fist of promises
Fist of lies
It's getting cold outside
It's getting cold outside
It's getting cold outside
And people always dying
It's getting cold outside
It's getting cold outside
It's getting cold outside
And people always dying
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5. |
God Isn't Blind
04:05
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Another skull
Another toe
Another stroke of luck
Another stab
To another fool
Another heart attack
Some lose.
Some find.
Beware. (Beware!)
God isn't blind.
In times of questions
In times of doubts
In times behind the walls
In times of weakness
In times of hurt
In times of silent calls
Some lose.
Some find.
Take care.
God isn't blind.
You got the wounds
You got the scars
The cries that you still hear
But you got patience
And you got strength
You got your way so clear
Some lose.
Some find.
Be still.
God isn't blind.
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6. |
Altar and Cross
02:53
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Father
Look at your son
Father
What have I done
Father
And now you're gone
Father
Altar and Cross
Father
You're not giving a toss
Father
And now I'm lost
And you clench your teeth to appease the beast
You want to keep struggling when they're driving east
The leash is about to be released
And you clench your fists to a crunch to calm down
You want to stay humble when time's running out
The bell tolls again? Do you hear that sound?
And you take your fire
And you go through the dark
Wander after a distant spark
When you grasp that the path is wrong
It feels like a dagger on your throat
Then you're left all alone
And you clench your teeth to appease the beast
You want to keep struggling when they're driving east
The leash is about to be released
And you clench your fists to a crunch to calm down
You want to stay humble when time's running out
The bell tolls again? Do you hear that sound?
Father
Look at your son
Father
What have you done
Father
And now you're gone
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7. |
Of Flies and Violins
04:36
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Oh you little Fly
Your bright summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away
So am not I
A fly like thee
Or art not thou
A man like me
Do you
Do you hear
The sound
Of the violins
For I dance and I drink
I joke and I sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wings.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And then the want
And then the want
And then the want
Of thought is death
Do you
Do you hear
The sound
Of the violins
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die.
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8. |
Burn
02:09
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Burn it tonight
Burn it tonight
Burn it tonight
Burn it tonight
Burn it tonight
Burn it tonight
Burn it tonight
Here come the wolves
Here come the fright
Only a shell
Empty inside
Build the funeral pyres
To give em light
Burn it, Walley
Burn it tonight
Tonight (x4)
Burn it tonight
Burn it tonight
Light up our hearts
Light up our minds
Nothing to wait for
But something to fight
So burn it, Walley
Burn it tonight
Tonight (x4)
May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspires!
As Thou hast died for me,
Oh may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire!
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9. |
Darkness
04:16
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So we found this land
Perishing in vain
Shrouded in cold
And darkness
Castles crumbled down
Clouds of crows over the fields
Withered trees and hopelessness
And darkness
We started our ride
Bold and noble hunt
Stained this soil with blood
Darkness
Now we're lying here
Frozen in a final blow
Trenches became our graves
Darkness
Outcasts and banished
Forgotten and forsaken men
Scabbard, sword and orb
In darkness
Lost and betrayed
Hanged and crucified
Scabbard, sword and orb
In darkness
We hear children's laughter
And feel the fire of the hearth
All this warms our souls
From darkness
Once we found this land
Perishing in vain
Shrouded in cold
And darkness
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10. |
Cursed
04:45
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I feel cursed
Cursed
I feel cursed
Cursed
I feel cursed
With all this silence in my ears
I feel cursed
With all this darkness in my eyes
I feel cursed
With all this weakness in my steps
I feel cursed
Feel cursed
Feel cursed
I feel cused
With all this silence in my ears
I feel cursed
With all this darkness in my eyes
I feel cursed
With all this weakness in my steps
I feel cursed
Feel cursed
With a heavy head
Heavy head
Time
A waste of time
A waste of time
Switch off the light and bar the door
Life
Oh wasted life
Oh wasted life
You suffer still you suffer more
Time
A waste of time
A waste of time
Switch off the light and bar the door
Life
Oh wasted life
Oh wasted life
You suffer still you suffer more
Cause I feel cursed
Feel cursed
I feel cursed
I feel cursed
I feel cursed
With all this silence in my ears
I feel cursed
With all this darkness in my eyes
I feel cursed
With all this weakness in my steps
I feel cursed
Feel cursed
Feel cursed
Better dead
I feel cused
With all this silence in my ears
I feel cursed
With all this darkness in my eyes
I feel cursed
With all this weakness in my steps
I feel cursed
Feel cursed
With a heavy head
Heavy head
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