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Home
01:41
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(Instrumental)
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Oceanic Heritage
10:35
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Ough!
From the sea we were born
Unto land from salt waves worn
Living off the depths' resource
But now we dwell in dread remorse
Because of foreign lack of care
Our people sleep in dark despair
Raped our ocean, killed our creed
In modern day our coffers bleed
What could we do in retrospect?
In times of greed and no respect
When the impact is unknown
From stripping Earth down to the bone
Now we languish on the shore
For the fishery is no more
Though capelin roll still on the beach
From the brine the crown would leech
Now that we've gone through one way of life
We've got to find another
Drill deep down into the ground
Violate our earthen mother
Machinery for economy
To extract her obsidian blood
But are oil spills for cheaper thrills
Worth killing the land we love?
Bloodletting can only go so far
Before the life source starts to fade
How much longer can our people
Keep playing this grim charade?
What shall become of this island
Another century down the road?
Abandoned hopes and towns of ghosts
Left scattered amidst the bones
Ocean, lifeblood, dried up, now we weep
Ocean, bare hooks, dead looks, from the deep
Ocean, nihilist, violence, in red waves
Ocean, blood spilled, purse filled, with red wage
Beached whales and shattered dreams
Are tidewrack on a plastic beach
Ocean, lifeblood, dried up, now we weep
Ocean, bare hooks, dead looks, from the deep
Ocean, nihilist, violence, in red waves
Ocean, blood spilled, purse filled, with red wage
Capsized from our misdeeds
Like bleached bones amongst seaweed
Dark days shall lie ahead
Now that the bays are bled
Ocean, lifeblood, dried up, now we weep
Ocean, bare hooks, dead looks, from the deep
Ocean, nihilist, violence, in red waves
Ocean, blood spilled, purse filled, with red wage
Beached whales and shattered dreams
Are tidewrack on a plastic beach
Ocean, lifeblood, dried up, now we weep
Ocean, bare hooks, dead looks, from the deep
Ocean, nihilist, violence, in red waves
Ocean, blood spilled, purse filled, with red wage
[Solo: Andrew Marsh]
Ocean, lifeblood, dried up, now we weep
Ocean, bare hooks, dead looks, from the deep
Ocean, nihilist, violence, in red waves
Ocean, blood spilled, purse filled, with red wage
Ocean, blood spilled, purse filled, with red wage
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Beaumont-Hamel
05:20
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July 1st, 1916
Third wave, Battle of the Somme
9:15 in the morning
Under fire from guns and bombs
The Newfoundland Regiment
Advanced towards enemy lines
Hail of bullets likened to a blizzard
How many taken human lives?
Sliding down to the Danger Tree
These brothers, husbands and sons
Answered a blind patriotic call
To be cut down one by one
The German onslaught unrelenting
Here in this Hell called No Man's Land
Expended by the British crown
Exploiting the people of Newfoundland
The reaper demands a heavy toll
Harvesting an entire nation whole
All in the name of rich men's desires
They'd throw a million souls into the violent mire
Told to die for king and country
Sold a lie of honor and love
No glory is found in the trenches
Only agony dealt from up above
They said you'd get to see the world
There's more to the globe than a muddy pit
Promised gold in exchange for service
But all you got was a crater of shit
Oh, your head was filled with notions
By those who sought to use you
And so you volunteered to be a pawn
With no knowledge of what you'd lose
When the smoke rose the following morning
Only 68 of 800 remained
The rest eviscerated in the quagmire
Blown apart or severely maimed
The reaper demands a heavy toll
Harvesting an entire nation whole
All in the name of rich men's desires
They'd throw a million souls into the violent mire
Ough!
[Solo: Adam Giles]
The reaper demands a heavy toll
Harvesting an entire nation whole
All in the name of rich men's desires
They'd throw a million souls into the violent mire
Ugh
Ough!
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Mystery Veteran
08:24
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One hundred years ago
You fought in a Great War
A man I will never know
Only told of in my family's lore
With a gun
And a knife
You fought o'er hill and trench
For the king
And country
Shooting 'til every round spent
Deceiver's
Believer
Just another life to lose
Your duty
To serve them
You didn't have to choose
But in times of war the propaganda runs deep
Proclaimed that if you didn't go then you were weak
The lies fed to your mind enforced your final choice
Bolstered the ranks and made the generals rejoice
Off you go
To the front
With a rifle in your hand
Under fire
And smokescreens
In the dead of No Man's Land
Enemies
All 'round you
But not a sclera you can see
Yet somehow
You survived
Against the odds overseas
But in times of war the propaganda runs deep
Proclaimed that if you didn't go then you were weak
The lies fed to your mind enforced your final choice
Bolstered the ranks and made the generals rejoice
Ugh
Ah!
This mystery veteran that I'll never know
At least his story has been told
A tale like that of countless others
Deceased husbands, sons, and brothers
Ough!
This legacy defiled
In the wake of revelation
No great honour found in combat
No patriotism for a nation
Killing for those callous bastards
Who squabble over borders
Is no great feat to brag for
Only a victim follows orders
[Solo: Greg Ravengrave]
This mystery veteran that I'll never know
At least his story has been told
A tale like that of countless others
Deceased husbands, sons, and brothers
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5. |
Cabot Strait
05:25
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It’s a hot summer night and the sun’s a dying light
Newfoundland jack is blowing outside
As the ocean waits for passage
The cars all aligned before the dim foggy brine
As we wait to leave home and I stand before the glass edge
Your heart calls out
And my heart falls out
I think to myself that I’ll be seeing you again
And you hear the depths sound
I’m anxious again because I don’t want you to end
Being torn in half as I cross this continental shift and
I hear in my head that I’m a braver man
So I’ll leave these wet shores and step forth onto new land
Change awaits in the old Cabot Strait
You’re a path to sail upon, a death defying new breadth
Change awaits in the grey sea so stormy and great
It’s the end of an era and you’re all that I have left
And your heart calls out
And my heart falls out
I think to myself that this really isn’t the end
And I hear the depths sound
Ough!
[Solo: John N. Roach]
Change awaits in the old Cabot Strait
From the south port I’m taking a leap
A death defying last stand
Change awaits where it’s never too late
It’s all in your head, they said
So give me a new heartland
Change awaits in the old Cabot Strait
From the south port I’m taking a leap
A death defying last stand
Change awaits where it’s never too late
It’s all in your head, they said
So give me a new heartland
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6. |
Sandy Island
01:46
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
Igor's Wrath
07:15
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Ah!
The year was 2010
Hurricane Igor descended on the island
Tossed rainfall like never before
We could not predict what was in store
Shield yourself
From the wrath
Of nature's
Spiteful path
Destruction
Havoc wrought
In the winds
We were caught
Shield yourself
From the wrath
Of nature's
Spiteful path
Destruction
Havoc wrought
In the winds
We were caught
We made the foolish choice
To take a drive in spite of parental advice
Trapped in a raging river
We should've known that this storm would giv'er
Fighting through
This Gaian blaze
The horizon dips
Beyond our gaze
Trapped in a vessel
We cannot move
I see the reaper
A life to lose
Come to my senses
Jump to the shore
Narrow escape
Through a drowning door
[Solo: Geoff Waye]
At times I remember fondly
The recklessness of youth
But I thank my lucky stars
It was an attitude so selcouth
Ah!
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On the west coast
Rises colossal mountains
Cliff face of the ancients
Bears striking resemblance
To the face of an old man
This elder visage
Attributed by humans
Old god of the tall rocks
Of such mystery and renown
As to the animism within
Perhaps worshiped in another time
This spirit of nature
Ugh
Old god of the tall rocks
Old god of the tall rocks
Weathering the seasons
Whether snowfall or rain
Enduring the ages
Eroded yet roots remain
Part of the landscape
And of the flesh of the Earth
The divinity of the wilderness
Has been here since its birth
Of such mystery and renown
As to the animism within
Perhaps worshiped in another time
This spirit of nature
Old god of the tall rocks
Old god of the tall rocks
Old god of the tall rocks
Old god of the tall rocks
[Solo: Rick Massie]
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9. |
L'Anse Aux Meadows
07:00
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We arrive on western shores
A land foretold in ancient lore
We dock our longships and disembark
These men from Iceland and Denmark
Under leadership of Leif the Lucky
We established an outpost
In this realm that we name Vinland
On the eastern North American coast
We made contact with a people
Native to this misty rock
Conflict erupted between us
Vikings fighting the Beothuk
Combat and raids unceasing
Settlement plagued by a curse
Are we to abandon our homestead?
How can this voyage get any worse?
Worse!
Worse!
Across the stormy seas we sailed
To lands we intended to avail
But the winter was so harsh
And the soil nothing but marsh
To and fro we fought the climate
But our excursion was not to last
Abandoned, we returned to Greenland
Left behind, a relic of the past
Ough!
[Solo: Cory Fagan]
Death comes for us all
L'Anse Aux Meadows doomed to fall
Struggling all for naught
Destined for famine and rot
Ah!
Ough!
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10. |
Signal Hill
08:48
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Final battle of the Seven Years' War
St. John's seized by the French
English forces mount a counterattack
To retake the hill from their clench
September 15th
1762
The British land at Torbay
Cut a route straight through
Surprise attack mounted on the hill
Muskets open fire on both sides
Blood spilled in the name of empires
Corpses roll down the mountainside
Amidst the deadly cannonfire
The French lines fall further back
Their positions are captured
Under the weight of British attack
Warfare is the way of history
Mankind is doomed to repeat mistakes
How many men fed into the grinder?
For lines on a map, how many hearts ache?
Ugh!
Ah! Ugh!
Kill, kill, for your god and country
Because a rich man in a crown told you to
Die, die, for pittance and sundry
Because they said it's what you're meant to do
Rape, raid, rid this land of innocence
Because there will be no consequence
Live, live, live your life in violence
Because history only repeats itself
Ugh!
[Solo: Tyler Addey-Jibb]
War never changes
It only gets more brutal
The time for muskets gone
The fight for peace is futile
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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!
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All music is written and recorded by Greg Ravengrave unless otherwise specified.
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Erin Faithless - Bass, Backing Vocals
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