ID
PW
Login  Register  Help
My album reviews/comments My collection My wish list
Kalmah - Seventh Swamphony cover art
Band
preview 

Kalmah

Albumpreview 

Seventh Swamphony

(2013)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresMelodic Death Metal
LabelsSpinefarm Records
Album rating :  87.3 / 100
Votes :  30
Lyrics > K > Kalmah Lyrics (63) >

Seventh Swamphony Lyrics

(8)
Submitted by level kalicious
1. Seventh Swamphony (5:10)
This is the start but where is the ending?
Do we still have means to pretend?
Creation shouting praise for the keeper
Glory to the son of a man

The shovel has let our Mother's blood
Ingredient of life has been peeled off
Slowly the land withers away
Disappears into thin air

I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plant
The contractor smiles

Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done

Wounded land full of ditches
Excavated upside down
Every day he keeps on rooting
Glory to the son of a man

Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land

I'm standing at the age of the blackened swamp
I can't hear the crane's horn or the black grouse bowline
The treadmill rotates
But only in one direction
In the shade of the plant
The contractor smiles

Seventh Swamphony
Mother's tears have dried
Deadly way to live
Work has been done

Glory to the Son of a Man who inherited the land
2. Deadfall (3:52)
Darkness creeps around us in the twilight time
The string of decoy-ducks is swinging on the waves
Behind the ness
The flock is dabbling
The tension intensifies
Before their takeoff
We hear the wings rustling just before they come
And with the calling sound we bluff them down to land

Deadfall - merciless firestorm
Deadfall - merciless firestorm
Take 'em all down

Before it ends
We're running out of shells
And they have gone
We just shot none
Time to stop this lethal game
We have had our chance to take
But we still have days to come
Shallow waters call, my friend

And when the time is right we just can't resist
The call of the gentle wind coming from the west
With those rustling wings they're coming once again
And we're hiding in the bushes waiting for them

Deadfall - merciless firestorm
Deadfall - merciless firestorm
Take 'em all down
3. Pikemaster (5:04)
An old man stiffed with cold
Tearing his fishnet out of the hole
A broken ice pick thrown away
The fat is in the fire

Thousands bittered swear words spitted out
Wished all into the deepest hell
Has pounded the ice to distraction
Still the snare stays frozen-in
Poor man in the world has changed
Humus ties your fishnet now
Water control lowers the lake
Be careful what you're fishing for
Why can't you see, why don't you believe
Those days have gone when you caught haul

Pikemaster - what are you after?
Take it easy - or you'll stumble
Pikemaster - what are you after?
Take it easy - or you'll stumble

Why can't you see, why don't you believe
Those days have gone when you caught haul

Thousands bittered swear words spitted out
Wished all into the deepest hell
Has pounded the ice to distraction
Still the snare stays frozen-in

Who told you that you have to pull?
Who told you that you have to push?
Don't you ever get enough?
All right if you want to die

Why can't you see, why don't you believe
Those days have gone when you caught haul
Pikemaster - what are you after?
Take it easy - or you'll stumble
Pikemaster - what are you after?
Take it easy - or you'll stumble
4. Hollo (7:20)
A pail in my hands I'm walking in the swamp
I'm searching for the cloudberries but found none
Velvety moss yielding under my feet
Upon the hummock I lay down to sleep

The flock of gnats keep teasing on me
Whining in perfect harmony
It shakes me awake when I hear the sound
Harvester's blast when it hits the ground
Felling down those last old trees
Shattering the land with iron and steel

On the swamp pine is trilling the Song Thrush
Trilling his tune, calling her bride
But the echo so silent only answers
Still keeps on calling, calling in vain

I'm walking away... I'm feeling disgraced
I'm walking away... I'm feeling disgraced

But the innocent bird keeps on trilling
Trilling his tune, calling her bride
Don't know that their nest has been brought down
With fire and steel, dumbed in the ground

Taken is your soul
Taken is my soul
Hollo - disgraced and wasted
Broken - is the spell of yours
Hollo - disgraced and wasted
Broken - is the spell of yours

I am ashamed, you - deaf and dumb
Wrong has been done - by me and my like

Hollo - disgraced and wasted
Broken - is the spell of yours
Hollo - disgraced and wasted
Broken - is the spell of yours

I'm walking away and never will return
5. Windlake Tale (4:28)
Down to the south they migrate, I'm watching down below
Desire burning my heart, I cannot fly
I'm standing on the shore, birches are waiting naked
Heavenly broom of winter has swept their leaves

Nothing - left for me
Tones of grey - are all I can see
Eastern wind is tenderly fingering
My cheekbones
And on the lake
On the foam-crested waves
Grandfather frost
Is riding

So I'm going back to the Windlake
Into the eye of the harsh gale
Once and again to the Windlake
Forever she's calling my name

I say farewell to summer, and winterize my boat
Onto the wooden horses, I put it up to rest
And to the draining water, I will turn my back
But along the icy cover, I will come back

Nothing - left for me
Tones of grey - are all I can see
My feet cold, my hands are stiffed
My snot and tears are taken up
Taken, taken up by the wind

The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale
The wind tells my tale - Windlake Tale
Windlake Tale, Windlake Tale

So I'm going back to the Windlake
Into the eye of the harsh gale
Once and again to the Windlake
Forever she's calling my name
6. Wolves on the Throne (4:36)
This is the day which the lord hath made
I've ran with the hare and hunted with the hounds
All those hardy years I've lied to myself

Wolves on the throne
Bastards in control
Holding the strings and the shackles
And running the world and the people

They own the machines and the underling
Who whip our landscape and squeeze the tears out
Demons are here to stay
Demons are here to stay
They live in cities and from their concrete booths
They keep on watching and just give a damn

Raping and destruction
Human waste invasion
Wasteful utilization
Irresponsible pollution
No hope for anyone
No home for anyone
Meaningless promises
Tearing down the innocent

Kill, kill
Rape, rape
And consume
Get enriched
Before others

Wolves on the throne
Bastards in control
Holding the strings and the shackles
And running the world and the people

The change never comes
Without you
7. Black Marten's Trace (4:45)
A bounding motion in the dark snowy forest
A slender body, agile movements, death in the grasp
A silent beast, a killing arm of the darkest hours
Now hiding in the secret place, will I find you?

Snow has covered the snow I'm waiting for the morning glow
I'm willing to follow the line of trails you left for me
My backpack is on my back filled with axe, shovel and traps
I just can't wait to see, taking place the ruthless race
I've lost too many times
As I've tried to take your life

And I'm coming after you, sorting out the skein you've made
Quickly am I lost? I just won't give up
So I'll go around the place and find your trace once again
While you're running away but i know once you'll mistake
I've lost too many times
As I've tried to take your life

I'm sneaking after you, patience is my best trump
I am slowly drawing near, and my faith is strong
I feel your presence mile after mile, inch by inch
But what can I do when I lose my way on the...

Black Marten's trace

A bounding motion in the dark snowy forest
A slender body, agile movements, death in the grasp
A silent beast, a killing arm of the darkest hours
Now hiding in the secret place, will I find you?

I'm sneaking after you, patience is my best trump
I am slowly drawing near, and my faith is wrong
I feel your presence mile after mile, inch by inch
But what can I do when I lose my way on the...

Black Marten's trace
8. The Trapper (6:02)
In the eyes of the trapper fire's burning, burning bright
He's searching for the crossing where the fox has left its traces on
Shortly finds a trail jam, lays his snare under the trace
With care wipes his own marks and skis back along his own tracks

The work has been done as well as he does
Can't sleep at night, can't stand the wait
He has to get up, he has to leave
And before the dawn the chase is on

Gently slide the skis on the hardened skiing tracks
The narrow beam of the headlight moves around back and forth
Shows the way through the tangle, reveals the gleam under the spruce
The yellow flashes in the darkness, shotgun's flame lights up the sky

The gleam dies out
But the fire's burning

And on the gambrel's nails
Is hanging upside down
One of god's cereals
Giving away its skin and tail

Once and again
This lonely man
Is skiing back
Along his own tracks
Info / Statistics
Bands : 28,300
Albums : 101,890
Reviews : 6,572
Lyrics : 94,507
Top Rating
 W.A.S.P.
The Crimson Idol
 rating : 92  votes : 30
 Testament
The Legacy
 rating : 88.5  votes : 34
 Immortal
Blizzard Beasts
 rating : 87.2  votes : 9