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A Shadow on the Plains
03:45
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As I fell across her lines
She held me back so I could find
A fading shadow undermining
All the signs I left behind
It mollifies the strides I made
And forces through my barricades
The faces hide and even fade
Into the night- a masquerade
And when the Sun begins to climb
I’ll face the mountain
The lake has frozen into Hell
It holds my secrets when I tell
The battle lines have bid farewell
As I fester in this cell
To coterie has shown its worth
The last will end and so the first
Has broken down unto the earth
My hubris is my only curse
And when the Sun begins to climb
I’ll face the mountain
Maybe I should make believe
That all the seeds are at my feet
A final act of sanity
Won’t save me from my blasphemy now
As I fell across her lines
She told me all that will transpire
A fading shadow will conspire
To take away my spine
And when the Sun begins to climb
I’ll face the mountain
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Nekor
03:56
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The streets are lined with jötnar
Their pockets filled with gold
The was cold and choppy
I was hiding in the hold
They took me from my homeland
A barren battleground
This place is filled with wonders
That render me spellbound
The Banū Salih rulers
Were open to the world
They didn't know that Norsemen
Were violently disturbed
The fighting lasted days
And burned into the nights
This capitol of trade
Sought peace in the Moonlight
May you walk in peace
My father was amongst those
Who plundered my new home
I tried to fight against him
Now he's buried in the loam
The Norge have left us wanting
To find a better path
It fills some with a longing
And others with a wrath
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Sacking Constantinople
02:40
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Rome
05:44
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Alone across the rooftops
Alone amongst the stars
Alone inside the pillars
I watch the passing cars
Alone inside my anger
Alone besides my pain
I wonder if you'll notice
The howl inside the rain
A solitary figure
A ruin amongst the new
A voice to lure you inward
Slight of hand to subdue
And when will I learn to hide away my pain
You trample on my dreams and you drive me insane
The city fell between us
And opened up the sky
The arrows rained upon us
The fires satisfy
The Romans be contemptuous
They sought to bring us down
Their overtures presumptuous
Their logic upside-down
And when will they learn that following a clown
Will cause them all to burn, to be ashes on the ground
The sea may be inviting
If you know the way
A lure to be remembered
And cherished day by day
But standing in the shadows
I see a different light
It takes away my reason
And burrows into white
And when I miss my homeland
I gaze into the stars
The snow, eternal battle
The ice, eternal scars
And when will I learn to be where I am at
The war rages inward and drives me insane
Alone across the rooftops
Alone amongst the stars
Alone inside the pillars
I watch the passing cars
Alone inside my anger
Alone besides my pain
I wonder if you'll notice
The howl inside the rain
A solitary figure
A ruin amongst the new
A voice to lure you inward
Slight of hand to subdue
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Yggdrasill
06:32
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The wind is blowing hard against the sea
The tattered sails will threaten to break free
The waves will crash on rocks of green
The hills will call, the birds will sing
And still we long for open seas
What lies ahead remains unseen
For those who wait, it’s all a dream
And Yggdrasill will call us home
We pray the goddess Hel will stay
Behind her icy walls and behave
Though some still hope to enter the fray
Though Niflheim lay beneath our feet
The paths of the dead are on every street
And yet we choose to skip that feast
And so head South across the sea
Yggdrasill still calls us home
Don’t believe in everything you see
A trick of light is not life’s only mystery
Yggdrasill still calls us home
We chase the Sun and call it blasphemy
We hope to stand before that Ancient Tree
Don’t believe in everything you see
A trick of light is not life’s only mystery
The wind is blowing hard against the sea
The tattered sails will threaten to break free
The waves will crash on rocks of green
The hills will call, the birds will sing
And still we long for the open sea
What lies ahead remains unseen
For those who wait, life is just a dream
If Yggdrasill can lead the way
Through endless nights and eternal days
Then I believe that a tree can save us all
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Runestones
07:04
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As I place these stones
On the path, in the hills
Where the trees will see
And you can recall all the lives
That were cast to the whims of men
There were those lost at sea
AS they sought immortality
And the ones on the ground
As they battled for supremacy
And the few lost at home
As they waited for the news to come
As I place these stones
On the paths, in the hills
Where the trees will see
I can see them waiting there
Just beyond the tattered veil
I can hear them calling me to wail
I can see their battered bones
Fighting to come back home
I can hear them begging me to run
Here's a stone where my father stood
And another where my mother gathered wood
For the fires that fed all the cauldrons and the forge
As I turn, I remember when
There was hope for another run
At the heart of it all
Is a stone for my sister and her son
I take my leave of these memories
I trudge the paths that will lead me to the sea
In a boat seeking distant lands
And a hope for neutrality
As the cold bleeds into my heart
I long for warmer clemency
I left behind my family
As they wait forever- they turned into stones
As I place these stones
On the paths, in the hills
Where the trees will see
I can see them waiting there
Just beyond the tattered veil
I can hear them calling me to wail
I can see their battered bones
Fighting to come back home
I can hear them begging me to run
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The Eternal Sea
05:46
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There may be waves in the sand
But still I long for the sea
I try to understand the dryness of this land
The intensity
The colors fade, anonymity
And the people fall in line
The world has changed, a forced insurgency
And I am left behind again
I am the hand that traces in the sand
A line that reaches far ahead
A lonely path that winds into the land
Into this needle, I will thread
The people fade into obscurity
And the land will fall away
The path ahead will lead me to the sea
I live to see another day
And on the sea, I find serenity
And the waves become my home
My endless shores, eternity alone
I am the hand that traces through the waves
The forest weaves into the brine
This lonely path is really all I need
My happiness is undefined again
And on the sea, I find serenity
And the waves become my home
My endless shores, eternity alone
And on the sea, I find serenity
As the waves become my home
My endless shores, eternity alone
Alone
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Strange Talking Animals Springfield Township, New Jersey
Born in raised in Madison, WI. Transplanted to Brooklyn, Jamaica, and finally Springfield. Versed in chamber pop and rock, psychedelic and prog, and expanding musical horizons to experience electronic and ambient musics and experiment with modular and chaotic synthesis.Overfed with science fiction and fantasy and actual science. And stay-at-home dadness. ... more
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