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N.W.O.N.F.L.D.B.H.M.
04:49
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We hail from this island of cold misery
Dark days behind us as far as we can see
Ahead in the future lies the gleaming glory
For those of us who black the sun and tell the word a bleak story
Winterhearth!
Goreforge!
Mistwalker!
Luminance!
Nightbreed!
Dark Era!
New wave of Newfoundland blackened heavy metal! TRVE
Thrashers screaming loudly, worshiping the devil! KVLT
New wave of Newfoundland blackened heavy metal! TRVE
Thrashers screaming loudly, worshiping the devil! KVLT
The waves of Hibernia batter us nearly to death
The wind outside is blowing a gale with the force of Fenrir's breath
Howl at the freezing moon from summer into winter
Distorting all qualities as shivering ice splinters
Winterhearth!
Goreforge!
Mistwalker!
Luminance!
Nightbreed!
Dark Era!
New wave of Newfoundland blackened heavy metal! TRVE
Thrashers screaming loudly, worshiping the devil! KVLT
New wave of Newfoundland blackened heavy metal! TRVE
Thrashers screaming loudly, worshiping the devil! KVLT
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Bastant Fist Assault
03:39
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The lights are low on hallowed ground
And war is on the rise
Tape clutched tightly 'round the palms
To clock who you despise
Softening the blow upon your bones
As you deliver pain
Broken necks and cardiac arrest
Given to who you disdain
Bastant fist assault!
Shatter femurs and puncture lungs
In this beastlike melee
Pound the flesh near close to death
'Til life has been waylayed
Righteous fury at arm's reach
Blood spilled on the grass
You never should have fucked with me
Because I kicked your ass
Bastant fist assault!
Bastant fist assault!
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Tinder Insurgents
06:52
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There is a brisk chill in the air
Out into the backwoods we go
Chainsaws and pulp hooks in hand
To gather wood before the coming of the snow
Felling down trees in the old trails
Wood chips, sawdust and gasoline
Evergreen needles and birch bark
Coat my red flannel and old jeans
Tinder insurgents, this is the way of the lumberjack
Tinder insurgents, woodsmen out on the attack
Fuel for the harshing winter
Getting fucked up out in nature
Blasting Darkthrone out of the speakers
Forest metaller is my stature
Tinder insurgents, this is the way of the lumberjack
Tinder insurgents, woodsmen out on the attack
Tinder insurgents, Vikings hiking the Vinland weald
Tinder insurgents, mountain men, we shall never yield
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Penchant for Pendants
03:42
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Ah!
She seeks out mystical power
In the shade of twilight hours
Uncovering old artifacts
That hold unique enchantments
For hostile rituals
To obtain the residual
Magicka that's contained within
Break the gem, commit the sin
Digging through the ancient tombs
For a mythical silver boon
To acquire what she desires
She would ford the deepest mire
Looking for the buried treasure
To conduct such drastic measures
As evil conjuration
Through gold-enshrined incantation
She's got a penchant for pendants
Got a craving for precious stones
Amulets of dark sorcery
Charged by blessed bones
She's got a penchant for pendants
Got a craving for precious stones
Amulets of dark sorcery
Charged by blessed bones
In the crypt, seeking the glitter
In the caves, shining like winter
In the graveyard, robbing the coffins
For her gold-lust there is no stopping
Like a crow to a shiny thing
She wants the energy of bejeweled rings
She'll get exactly what she wants
In the place where the darkness haunts
She's got a penchant for pendants
Got a craving for precious stones
Amulets of dark sorcery
Charged by blessed bones
She's got a penchant for pendants
Got a craving for precious stones
Amulets of dark sorcery
Charged by blessed bones
Ah!
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Actively avoiding
Truth unsettled
Controversy
Security in silence
But for how long
Fearing others
Confrontation
Remaining neutral
But for how long
Remaining neutral
But for how long
Afraid for the image
Where you fit in
Blind social climb
Blocking the path
I wont give in
I remain strong
But for how long
I remain strong
But for how long
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Mistwalker Glovertown, Newfoundland and Labrador
Blackened heavy metal originally from Glovertown, Newfoundland. Our live band is based in Montreal. Black thrash 'til death!
MPDS for life!
All music is written and recorded by Greg Ravengrave unless otherwise specified.
Live band:
Greg Ravengrave - Vocals, Drums
Erin Faithless - Bass, Backing Vocals
Bobby Warlock - Guitars, Backing Vocals
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