1. |
The Harrowing
02:20
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Come up to the hill for The Harrowing
When the leaves begin to fall
Come up to the hill for The Harrowing
In the middle of the moor
Come up to the hill for The Harrowing
For the night is coming down
Come up to the hill for The Harrowing
Woden open up the ground
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2. |
Old Gods
03:59
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Upon the moor and the mountainside
We meet before the dawn
From barren shores to the tumuli
The Old Religion lives on
At the sunrise
The stones and stars align
Light up the fires
'Cause old gods never die
O well, they say that Jerusalem
Was built on English ground
But from the tor to the sunken fen
We stand on heathen land
At the sunrise
The stones and stars align
Light up the fires
'Cause old gods never die
Old gods never die
So to the peak we climb
Holding torches high
We keep the flame alive
At the sunrise
The stones and stars align
Light up the fires
‘Cause old gods never die
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3. |
Leaders of the Blind
04:42
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Hallucinating
Stumbling in the dark
Obfuscated
You don’t know who or where you are
You’ve been trying to get ahead
But you’re going nowhere fast
Caught up in their web
Yeah, they’ve got you in their grasp
‘Cause, you're blind
And the leaders of the blind
Control your mind
Leaders of the blind
So get in line
For the leaders of the blind
All humankind
It’s the blind leading the blind
Dominated
Calling you to heel
Subjugated
In reverence you kneel
You can try to run away now
But you won’t get very far
You might think you’ve escaped but
They’ll know just where you are
‘Cause you're blind
And the leaders of the blind
Control your mind
Leaders of the blind
So get in line
For the leaders of the blind
All humankind
It’s the blind leading the blind
And isn't it strange
How we all live in the dark
In shadows waiting
For someone to light a spark
Yeah, one day
I know we're going to rise
Step outside
And open up our eyes
Now, rise
Open up your eyes
Children of the blind
Ooh yeah, you're blind
And the leaders of the blind
Control your mind
Leaders of the blind
So get in line
For the leaders of the blind
All humankind
It’s the blind leading the blind
Now, rise
Open up your eyes
Children of the blind
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4. |
Reaper's Scythe
04:24
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Reap what you sow!
When the hallowed harvest moon
Hangs in the sky
The reaper will be coming by and by
Young and old, we must prepare for
The Gathering
Come equinox he’ll visit us again
And do you hear the bells begin to chime?
They’re ringing out for you
It’s harvest time
For you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe
Yeah, the reaper’s scythe
Set the watchfires a-burning
This Kindling Night
For the psychopomp has taken flight
By the corn rigs they’ll see him
Send up the crows
Welcome, He Who Walks Behind the Rows
When September sun no longer shines
Hooden, on a pale mare
He’ll ride
And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe
See the Pale Rider
He’s sharpening his blade
See the Pale Rider
Now he’s calling out your name...
Tonight he stalks the fallow
Can you feel his gaze?
Hollow eyes staring through time and space
Now hear us as we gather round the shrine
We’re singing out
‘John Barleycorn must die’
And you cannot hide
No matter how you try
Child, you cannot hide
From the reaper's scythe
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5. |
Graveyard Sun
05:42
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And as the summer dies the shadows start to move
See them dancing strange among the ivied tombs
And now the boughs turn verdant green to gold
Wildflowers fade, this year is growing old
Do you recall that cold October day?
When you first walked toward my open grave?
Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees
Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves
A little death never hurt anyone
So won’t you come out of the graveyard sun
It was the hour of dusk, in the season of mists
On your pale neck, your fate sealed with a kiss
Kohl rims round your eyes like cinerary ash
In my cold embrace you fell into a trance
I led you through Egyptian Avenue
Through iron gates, into the catacombs
Autumn girl, lay down beneath the trees
Auburn hair, the colour of the leaves
A little death never hurt anyone
So won’t you come out of the graveyard sun
Out of the graveyard
Remember Hallow’s Eve, Nineteen Sixty Eight
All those years have passed, the colours never fade
And so we’re lost in time, our dawn will never come
We’ll live forever young, out of the graveyard sun
Out of the graveyard...
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6. |
Black Harvest
02:40
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
Upon the Altar
04:38
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You dreamed of power
You lusted for fame
But you are merely
A pawn in our game
Ooh yeah, you reached out
To the Hidden Hand
Playing with forces
You can’t understand
We are thirteen
And gathered here as if within a dream
You are the one
The vessel for our black communion
Upon the altar
We will deliver to the devil a daughter
Before the altar
We come together, singing ‘Ave Satana’
Ave!
You have been chosen
We summoned you here
Ah, don’t be frightened
There’s nothing to fear
High Priestess calls you
She bids you disrobe
You lie on cold stone
Shrouded in smoke
And now it begins
Black tallow melts upon your trembling skin
An ancient rite
Performed before the very dawn of time
Upon the altar
We will deliver to the devil a daughter
Before the altar
We come together, singing ‘Ave Satana’
Astaroth
O Duke of Eternal Night
Behemoth
Arch-devil of Black Delights
Belphegor
Lord of All Blasphemy
Hail to thee
Thy Satanic Majesty
Upon the altar
We will deliver to the devil a daughter
Before the altar
We come together, singing ‘Ave Satana’
Ave!
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8. |
You Bear the Mark
04:13
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Can you feel it in your bones?
You were born under a bad sign
Now it's coursing through your veins
Ancestral curse, down through your bloodline
You can clutch your cross and hold it closely to your chest
But you can’t hide our seal and how it burns upon your breast
Come to the dark
Girl, you bear the mark
Girl, you bear the mark
When you're walking in the night
Can you sense something in the air?
No, you'll never be alone
Wherever you go, we’ll be waiting there
You can lay prostrate and pray to God your soul to keep
But we will haunt your fevered dreams each time you fall asleep
Come to the dark
Girl, you bear the mark
Girl, you bear the mark
And when you hear us call you cannot hide just who you are
Child of the Abyss and Sister of the Left Hand Path
Come to the dark
Girl, you bear the mark
Girl, you bear the mark
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9. |
Doomsayer
05:27
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Seer of the future
You were cursed with second sight
Your premonition
The demise of humankind
You tried to warn them
But they took you for a fool
You preached your sermon
All they did was laugh at you
Doomsayer
When will they heed your words?
Doomsayer
When will they ever learn?
Doomsayer
I fear that it's too late
Oh yeah, too late to escape our fate
You read the scriptures
The writing on the wall
Omens and portents
Predicted we would fall
Mooncalves are birthing
And there’s ergot in the rye
Doomsday Clock’s ticking
It’s just a matter of time
Doomsayer
They just don’t want to hear
Doomsayer
Your words fall upon deaf ears
Doomsayer
They don’t want to see the proof
Ooh yeah, they don’t want to know the truth
O, it’s time to repent now
Get on your knees and pray
You’d better beg for mercy
For today is judgement day
O, the seal is broken
All hell is rushing forth
And at the head of the vanguard
Behold a pale horse
Lord save us!
Alright!
Doomsayer
Your prophecy’s taking place
Doomsayer
This world is an open grave
Doomsayer
There’s no way to stop the spread
Ooh yeah, we’re already good as dead
Good as dead!
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10. |
Born to a Dying World
05:10
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I heard the bells
Tolling in the tower
Under the ocean
Where the old church used to be
Ringing in the deep
I was young
O, but I remember
The night the spire
Sank 'neath the raging sea
Lost to the waves
And o, there in the swell
Do I hear the passing bell?
O Lord, I was born
Born to a dying world
Where the rivers run dry
I was born
Born to a dying world
Where the oceans they rise
I was born
Now it is dawn
O, but the light is failing
Every day waning
‘Til we’ve seen the last of the sun
Morning never comes
And o, is this farewell?
Do I hear the passing bell?
O Lord, I was born
Born to a dying world
With the forests ablaze
I was born
Born to a dying world
Feels like the end of days
I was born
Ooh yeah, I was born
Born to a dying world
They say it’s spring
But here the skies are benighted
There’s no horizon
The seasons they all seem the same
No sunshine, no rain
And I know
As I stand in the roar of the breakers
No one will save us
Save us from ourselves
And so rings the death knell
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