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I Envy The Dreaming Dead
02:17
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[i envy the dreaming dead]
such a mask, to earn my bread
no they do, do not expect
to know what lies, behind the veil
of flesh and blood, that is my tale
inside machine, gears turn and clank
but naught a sound, does thinking make
until in dreams, life takes no form
this world of soil, does breathe no more
no speech of time, for it i dread
speak not a word, it chills the dead
no more than flesh, the hour tolls
what good is time, to restless bones?
to live among, this dream once more
will take a mask, in worldly form
so now the dead, i envy so
their endless dream, i yearn to know
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A Brigand's Advice
02:19
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[a brigand's advice]
who do you work for? for whom do you toil and sweat and bleed out for
for gold and a meal and a roof over your head? do you know their name?
henchmen! highwaymen with family titles.
cutthroats, sellswords priests and bankers -
they'll cut your throat just to bleed you dry.
crisis! of identity! a number in a ledger, father said that was the life for me.
now the jailor's nodding off. i can see him down the hall.
there's a lockpick in my bread today so the hangman will not see me fall.
do not sell all that you do / to the old gods and the new
line your pockets to the brim before you hit the road again
run your pockets in the street out for all the town to see
take no knee before murderous thieves!
better dead than living amongst the undead, i'm not your fucking property
brigand - that's what they're saying!
as if the word itself were bastardized apart from what i really am.
i'm just a man. with nothing but a passing thought about what gods may judge upon my soul.
when you're in that hole. that darkened cell.
you think too much.
so heed my advice - steal everything not nailed down, and run like hell!
do not sell all that you do / to the old gods and the new
line your pockets to the brim before you hit the road again
run your pockets in the street out for all the town to see
take no knee before murderous thieves!
better dead than living amongst the undead, i'm not your fucking property
take this bastard's advice...
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The Tax Man
02:27
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[the tax man]
they tax our grain. they tax our corn.
they tax our wood, our stone, our cattle and our first born.
they tax the armor on our backs and tax the steel to make our arms.
so the tax man gets an arrow to the heart.
they tax our pens. they tax our ink.
they tax the paper saved for records that we keep.
you think you're safe inside your grave? they tax the living and the dead.
so the tax man gets a hatchet to the head.
ne-ver again! (never again!)
ne-ver again! (no, not again!)
i will not suffer tax ever again!
when you see him in the street,
don't be shy, by chance you'll meet?
and the tax man shall not tax ever again!
they tax the land. they they tax the sea.
they tax the air that even they must one day breathe.
they tax everything you need, no bargain here, that's all she wrote!
so the tax man gets a dagger to the throat.
they tax our ale. they tax our mead.
they tax the roads and tax the shoes upon our feet.
do you think they tax your soul? oh, that's too bad, they tax that too!
so the tax man burns in hell and so will you.
ne-ver again! (never again!)
ne-ver again! (no, not again!)
i will not suffer tax ever again!
when you see him in the street,
don't be shy, by chance you'll meet?
and the tax man shall not tax ever again!
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4. |
High Seas
04:12
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[high seas]
if you open your sails, beware the waves.
keep your guns at the ready, to tremor and quake.
mind your conquest and sheathe your blame for the captain's sake.
enemy of autonomy, how much more will your disciples take?
when you're burning all the books to hide the power they bestow,
a galley of honest scouts will wait for you to come ashore.
and when the ashes settle, will it even out the score?
i've never met a man so dim to feign a posthistor!
the water is burning. your ships are returning.
but no dock will ever accept you again.
breathe, high seas / toss the traitors down into the deep
we may thieve and may plunder, but never you wander
or else you're cut off at the knees
taste the salt / hear the thunder
sleep with the shipwrecks down under
you call it treason, do not ask the reason
you were never worth a laborer's fee / not a laborer's fee
keep an eye on the lighthouse - now what do you see?
is it home? is it gold? is it security?
now watch as we put out the fires that blazed for centuries
may you lose all hope and abandon me
the men all say you lost yourself a decade long ago
on a mission of importance where deadly seeds were sown
where a boy became a man, and a man became a beast
may you never fight again, may your soul never find it's peace
now the water's on fire/ it's your funeral pyre
i guarantee that your people will remember your sins
breathe, high seas / toss the traitors down into the deep
we may thieve and may plunder, but never you wander
or else you're cut off at the knees
taste the salt / hear the thunder
sleep with the shipwrecks down under
you call it treason, do not ask the reason
you were never worth a laborer's fee / not a laborer's fee
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5. |
The Mark Of Order
02:56
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[the mark of order]
the reaper is smiling, the toll is multiplying as the
stench of rotting bodies floods the air.
the swordsman has his blades, but the holy have crusades,
so who can say what's right and what is fair?
there are no gods to beg remission for one's sins
the spark of murder bears a branding from within
so kill kill kill, it's your one and only skill
carve a ragged notch for every soul you take.
kill kill kill, murder is so thrilling
leave a pile of gory corpses in your wake.
a penchant for violence, a craving for that silence that
infects the threaded stitch of time and space.
the swordsman has his mask, to detach him from his task
and hide the dreaded smile across his face.
your gods are dead but now it's slumber that you fear
the mark of order for the crimes of yesteryear
so kill kill kill, it's your one and only skill
carve a ragged notch for every soul you take.
kill kill kill, murder is so thrilling
leave a pile of gory corpses in your wake.
c is for cadaver - and death is the spice of life.
so kill kill kill, it's your one and only skill
carve a ragged notch for every soul you take.
kill kill kill, murder is so thrilling
leave a pile of gory corpses in your wake.
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[last words to the executioner]
i will not seek a pardon. i will not seek an appeal.
i will not give a confession, or submit to a raw deal.
i did not kill the farmer and i did not kill his wife!
but i'm just your easiest target, so you've gotta take my life, but
no one, will win tonight / no one, gets closure of any type
no one, will walk away victorious
reaper take me to the other realm, bring up your axe and chop it down.
chop it down! chop in down. let's get this over with.
i do not seek forgiveness. no, i will not hear a prayer.
i will not say i'm innocent, 'cause you don't fucking care.
i did not poison the noble, no, i would have used a knife
but you're this kingdom's lap dog, so you've gotta take my life, but
no one, will win tonight / no one, gets closure of any type
no one, will walk away victorious
reaper take me to the other realm, bring up your axe and chop it down.
chop it down! chop in down. let's get this over with.
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7. |
Kill All Men
02:04
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[kill all men]
it's time to, recite a tale from memory,
sit down on the bedside, light a candle in the darkness.
there's a, million stories about dragons, tales of ghouls and beasts,
but none can match the sickness.
mothers, hold your daughters closer, and tell them of a time, not too long ago.
where men once held their grip upon the world,
and ruled with armored fist, the only gauntlet ever known
the reign of man was dead that night / do not forget for what we fight
we slit the throat, and we bled it dry - doom to men, that is our freedom cry!
kill all men.
tell your daughters not to wander,
not to question honor, they cannot go astray.
men are cursed with deadly undertones,
born with violence in their bones, there was no other way.
we've done the work by hand, we built the walls to save ourselves,
penned our history with blood upon each page.
our land was free, by the morning's light,
so we struck up lutes and trumpets, ushered in a golden age.
the reign of man was dead that night / do not forget for what we fight
we slit the throat, and we bled it dry - doom to men, that is our freedom cry!
kill all men.
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C is for Cadaver St. Louis, Missouri
Tales from the Realm of Muerdaria. Dark fantasy. Folkpunk inspired by roleplaying games, Tolkien and Lovecraft.
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