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Waning Constellations
02:26
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(Instrumental)
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Frostjaw
04:54
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Frostjaw
Abominable creature
A horror of horrors
A beast dragged up from the depths of the night
The raggedy cranium
Wearing rusted titanium
Alloy adorned with the crosses of paganism
What a horrible sight to see
With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me
What a wicked and hateful disease
That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased
Abominable creature
A horror of horrors
A beast dragged up from the depths of the night
The raggedy cranium
Wearing rusted titanium
Alloy adorned with the crosses of paganism
What a horrible sight to see
With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me
What a wicked and hateful disease
That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased
What a horrible sight to see
With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me
What a wicked and hateful disease
That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased
Frostjaw
Frostjaw
Frostjaw
Frostjaw
What a horrible sight to see
With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me
What a wicked and hateful disease
That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased
What a horrible sight to see
With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me
What a wicked and hateful disease
That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased
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3. |
Frigid Lacerations
04:14
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I am lost in the dead zone
The wretched cold strikes at my face
Causing the scars of never
Frigid lacerations, adorning my tired husk
Bloodied eyes
Coldish tails
Whipping fervently
Cat o nine tails
Of frozen water
Bloodied eyes
Coldish tails
Whipping fervently
Cat o nine tails
Of frozen water
The frozen soil, the frozen soul
I enter into my own world
The entirety of my lost road
Open the gate
I walk to death’s colliding arms
Stuck in the fire
The burning frostbite all over my skin
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4. |
Sourfog
08:11
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Walking lightly in the fog
The taste so bitter on my tongue
No road in front of me
No hands beneath my wrists
Where has it all gone?
Swallowed by this sheet
In a realm of nothingness
Where only I dwell in sorrow
Walking lightly in the fog
The taste so bitter on my tongue
No road in front of me
No hands beneath my wrists
Where has it all gone?
Swallowed by this sheet
In a realm of nothingness
Where only I dwell in sorrow
I cannot see
I cannot feel
The world around me feels so empty
I cannot hear
I cannot be
There is nothing around me
I cannot see
I cannot feel
The world around me feels so empty
I cannot hear
I cannot be
There is nothing around me
Encapsulated in this sour fog
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5. |
Hollow Earth
03:04
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Sphere of green
Sphere of blue
Son and mother, both
External life
Internal death
Life after death
No such thing
Why exist?
Not for it
The lake of fire
Devouring sinners
The frozen final circle
Satan’s clamping jaws
Reeling in agony
Beneath soil
Of this hollow Earth?
Of this rotten Earth?
Neither matters
Neither matters
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6. |
The Damp Forest
03:28
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When the empty shell of a life now lost
Timbers to the earth in a shattering cataclysm
Is the vapor pierced with a cry of death
Or do the branches fall on senses of the deaf?
When the limbs are drenched in the dew of dawn
And buds and acorns wreak scents of ages past
Does the common man transcend the instinct
Or will he set a fire within the beating heart of life?
The damp forest cries in anguish
Waves of red lash at the branches
Dunes of august lacerate the bark
Machine of man reaps doom in its wake
An ocean upon land
Giver of life to the children
Burned at the stake
By those who it helped raise
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7. |
Tempest of Locusts
04:49
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The hammer of God
The hammer of Satan
Smash together in a vehement clash
Rebound of metal
Resounding throughout the universe
The hammer of God
The hammer of Satan
Smash together in a vehement clash
Rebound of metal
Resounding throughout the universe
Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war
The one swarm to be remembered forever
Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war
The Tempest Of Locusts has arrived
The hammer of God
The hammer of Satan
Smash together in a vehement clash
Rebound of metal
Resounding throughout the universe
Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war
The one swarm to be remembered forever
Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war
The Tempest Of Locusts has arrived
Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war
The one swarm to be remembered forever
Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war
The Tempest Of Locusts has arrived
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8. |
Walking the Coldness
04:11
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As I walk through the dense cold
I feel the heat of a thousand suns
It burns my flesh down to the bone
This is how I know my life is done
Walking the coldness
The perpetual task
Walking the coldness
The die is cast
At the dawn of every single day
I must endure the harshness of ice
Trudge through the pale ground
Survive that single shade of white
Walking the coldness
The perpetual task
Walking the coldness
The die is cast
My destination is in my sight
As I struggle against the afterlife
Death’s fingers claw at my back
I’m nearly done when I fade to black
Walking the coldness
The perpetual task
Walking the coldness
The die is cast
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9. |
Spiders in the Soul
04:37
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Spiders in the soul
Crawling spindly
Spinnerets
The tangled web they weave
Legs so furious
Creeping in the black
Crawling their way back
Venomous fluid
Injects into my bloodstream
Arachnophobia again
Arachnid pest
Pestilence past
Find my soul
And wretch them cast
Arachnid pest
Pestilence past
Find my soul
And wretch them cast
Scorpions might
Stabbing endless my chest
My arthropodic coffin
Rotten wood so black
The noir right of life
The pinching, the poking
Eternal anguish
I must escape this prison
Claw at the cover
Burst my way out
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10. |
The Owl's Crow
07:37
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Midnight
The hour is early
The full moon caresses the sky
In a painful blinding symmetry
It is beautiful
One in the night
The hour is early
The full moon transcribes westward
Path leading to the horizons
It is beautiful
Two in the night
The hour is early
The full moon embarks on the journey
Clinging to the cliffs of the black
It is beautiful
Three in the night
The hour is median
The full moon has disengaged its home
Falling fast from its perfect location
It is beautiful
Four in the night
The hour is median
The full moon falls crashing down
Rocketing towards the shade of the west
It is beautiful
Five in the night
The hour grows late
The owl’s crow grows restless
As the moon begins to fade from existence
It is beautiful
Six in the night
The hour grows late
The owl’s crow wanes in the void
The moonlight fails us below
It is beautiful
Seven AM
The hour is gone
And the owl’s crow has vanished
Never to be seen again
Tears adorn my sorrowful eyes
I endure the daylight once again
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11. |
Gaia Watercolor
02:49
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Where sky, land and water embrace as old friends
The crystalline shimmering of a surface left unbroken
The thickening green rolling ‘cross the landscape
The upward beyond glistening in waning brightness
Collapsing together in an amalgam of natural splendor
Greens and blues and grays and whites
Nature’s canvas which she designs her masterpiece upon
Wiping the floor with an infinite viridian
Decorating the ceiling with swirls of gray above
Staining the land with the blood of Mother Earth
The bloodied path of a season long gone
A road of destruction in the wake of scarlet death
The prolonged agony of a repeated funeral procession
As life fades from our eyes, replaced by the frost
Permafrost and sheets of necrotic pale drench the canvas
Limbs brittle and dry crumble around snowscapes
Remnants of an era passed by ages ago
The land has died once again
The land has died once again
The land has died once again
The land has died once again
The land has died once again
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12. |
Crooked Forest
10:48
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Beneath the limbs of the crooked forest
In the nightside eclipse of the shadowed trees
Frostbitten in the dead cold of the midwinter
My soul yearns for a return to the history
Under broken branches
The shadows dance
Gnarled in the moonlight
Frozen in the cold of time
Shadows dance, gnarled in the moonlight
Blackened shades upon the glistening blue ice
The floor of the forest is sprinkled with mist
Sparkling eternally in the glory of the white sphere
Under broken branches
The shadows dance
Gnarled in the moonlight
Frozen in the cold of time
I live no life
I die no death
Locked in stasis
Within my ashen tomb
Landscape so white
Where I dwell
Choosing this path
No regret for the fall
With steady hands I trudge through the snowfall
Foot before foot, embracing the wintery solitude
Savoring every step that crunches through the permafrost
The crushing on snowflakes beneath my mighty heel
Under broken branches
The shadows dance
Gnarled in the moonlight
Frozen in the cold of time
They say things lurk in the crooked forest
Nameless things, horrible things
I pray to whatever gods I shall worship that we meet
For I fear that these things may be me
Under broken branches
The shadows dance
Gnarled in the moonlight
Frozen in the cold of time
Under broken branches
The shadows dance
Gnarled in the moonlight
Frozen in the cold of time
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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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