“Her Hair Sways To The Authentic Sound Of Death”
(2009)
The Lady In Black
Anathema
Headhunter
Forsaken
The Vulture’s Eye
Buried Alive
The Authentic Sound Of Death
Charge The Field
The Lady In Black
(Instrumental)
Anathema
(Lyrics: Trepanier, Syverson)
Church bells sigh with morning cries
Of an ill-fated witch deemed to fry
Sorceress of spells and a heretic whore
Vilified, repelled from the grave forevermore
Darkness enslaved one of God’s lovely dames
She knew not the price she would pay
Belial’s disciple to his infernal majesty
Brought her death, astride their fear
Hunted, burned as an unholy obscenity
Charred flesh clings to the air
Astral incantations bear the key to her rebirth
But doing so will surely bring your end
The lady in black with the locks to match
Carved a sonnet deep in stone
A scroll for those who dare to trespass
On unhallowed ground where Lady Anne was burned
Darkness enslaved one of God’s lovely dames
She knew not the price she would pay
Belial’s disciple to his infernal majesty
Brought her death, astride their fear
Hunted, burned as an unholy obscenity
Charred flesh clings to the air
Astral incantations bear the key to her rebirth
But doing so will surely bring your end
Torn from God’s graces, defiled His pages
Among the black mages, she smiles as she faces
The flames that are churning where her flesh will be burning
Death welcomes her soul as it goes down below
The reaper is calling her name
Headhunter
(Lyrics: Trepanier, Syverson)
Night falls over the Western Forest
No more warmth from the dying light
Dark trail, restless path of evil
Death comes swift as terror stalks the night
Ride headhunter
Through the mist and the forest trees
Ride like darkness into the streets
Ride headhunter
And besiege their minds with a eulogy sewn in blood
Arise headhunter, arise and ride again
Silence reigns over the frozen air
Eyes of glass stare frozen into space
Blood trail, scarlet stains the frozen earth
The horseman laughs, victor of unholy chase
Ride headhunter
Through the mist and the forest trees
Ride like darkness into the streets
Ride headhunter
And besiege their minds with a eulogy sewn in blood
Arise headhunter, arise and ride again
You chose to take that fatal road at the cost of your own life
Turned your back and ran away when you should have stayed to fight
Burning all your bridges until you had no place to run
Helpless you wait for the end, but your end has just begun
You tried to play the part of a martyr with no sin
Even as the noose was tied and pulled tight against your skin
Begging for forgiveness while the rope chokes off your air
But no one lifts a finger, death is yours alone to bear
Forsaken
What was once a man now hangs without a sound
Broken bones and flesh will soon be buried underground
There will be no marker, no, no cross and no gravestone
Only a rotting corpse, forgotten and alone
The Vulture’s Eye
(Lyrics: Trepanier, Syverson)
Every night at the witching hour, I would glance my head
At the man who glanced right through evil’s very eye
No wrong done, no shame brought, with him I had no feud
At the man that I was to present to his death
Villains dissemble no more
Tear up the boards
I admit the deed, but say no more
Of his beating heart
Eighth night came with an absent moon, the somber man in slumber
With a smile I set to release his body from his soul
Darkened deed on unhallowed eve, done without intrusion
The evil eye that I despise will rot below unlike his soul
Villains dissemble no more
Tear up the boards
I admit the deed, but say no more
Of his beating heart
There I sat as the law searched, I had not a care
For what was there I had to fear, so careful it all seemed
You had asked and thought me mad, fate was not with me
Suddenly there came a sound, the old man’s heart had told the tale
Buried Alive
(Lyrics: Syverson)
A thousand wrongs you have done
But a thousand and one is the one to blame
Your lust for wine draws you underground
Where your jester’s clothes shall be your shroud
For a cask of wine you were buried alive
Chained by your addiction with no hope to survive
Brick by brick I prepare your grave
Entombed within the darkness as your life fades away
Fortunato may be your name
But your luck will not hold true tonight
Look well in the torch that you now hold
It’s the last you shall ever see the light
For a cask of wine you were buried alive
Chained by your addiction with no hope to survive
Brick by brick I prepare your grave
Entombed within the darkness as your life fades away
The Authentic Sound Of Death
(Instrumental)
Charge The Field
(Lyrics: Trepanier, Syverson)
Marching from the back
Fall in for attack
And turn the skies pure black
Feet upon the ground
Louder now they sound
Creating a fearsome sound
Hear the devil laugh
And feel the tyrant’s wrath
As he wields the darkened craft
Armies halt their pace
Staring face-to-face
Across an open grave
Blood pours as arrows soar
Wielding swords as they charge the field
Mortals cry as they die
Not knowing why they charge the field
The serenades of the crimson blades
Sever bodies from their souls
Live to fight, fight and die
Striking down their fellow man
Barbarians pay for their savage ways
Their final hour has arrived
They will see what hell will be
The battlefield, their funeral pyre
Behold the silent field
No clashing of sword or shield
No one is left to wield
The cowardly have fled
The rest collect the dead
On blood-soaked ground they tread
Those who did not fall
Nor hear the Valkyries’ call
Will not reach the golden hall
An ancient warrior’s theme
A chorus of men’s screams
Will forever haunt their dreams
Blood pours as arrows soar
Wielding swords as they charge the field
Mortals cry as they die
Not knowing why they charge the field
The serenades of the crimson blades
Sever bodies from their souls
Live to fight, fight and die
Striking down their fellow man
Barbarians pay for their savage ways
Their final hour has arrived
They will see what hell will be
The battlefield, their funeral pyre
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