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In Glorious Times

TypeStudio Full-length
GenresAvant-Garde Metal
LabelsThe End Records
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In Glorious Times Lyrics

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1. The Companions
All the desperate people in this town
Are coming out tonight
They'll be here soon
They want to be here with us in our glorious times
And when they start to laugh, we'll laugh too
But when they start to cry, they'll ruin it for everyone
We'll ask them to leave
And they'll pull out their knives and kill us all
They're here now
Close the gate Lock the door
Bring the lights down Put the light s out Close the bar
Maybe they'll give up and go next door
Lets pretend we're gone Pretend we're not here
Let's pretend we're gone

I'm too strong now I can't lose
I try but I can't lose
I stole everything from you
I stole your disaster from you
I can't give it back

Este recuerdo guarda su alma
Su alma guarda esta tumba
Dios guarda su cuerpo
Su cuerpo guardo su aliento
Behold the breath of the dragon
Mira el brillo del cuchillo

All the desperate people in this town
Are coming out tonight
They'll be here soon
2. Helpless Corpses Enactment
The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must.

A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded. The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.

Mother of moth ! I will to show herword in flesh
Of all the stranger things that ever not even in the hundrund and badst pageans of unthowsent and wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes of tomb, dyke and hollow to be have happened! The untireties of livesliving being the one substrance of a streamsbecoming. Totalled in toldteld and teldtold.

Ascend out of your bed, cavern of a trunk, and shrine!

Vah! Suvarn Sur! Scatter brand to the reneweller of the sky,
thou who agnitest! Dah! Arcthuris comeing! Be! Verb
umprincipiant through the trancitive spaces! Kilt by kelt shell kithagain
with kinagain. We elect for thee, Tirtangel. We
Durbalanars, theeadjure. A way, the Margan, from our astamite,
through dimdom done till light kindling light has led we hopas
but hunt me the journeyon, iteritinerant, the kal his course,
amid the semitary of Somnionia.

Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth.

The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if you but will, rise you must
3. Puppet Show
When in doubt you
Must repeat this
Post-script refrain
Where I love you
Doesn’t matter
It’s the what
That loves who we are
4. Formicary
A man who would be king, a big thing
To move great masses with his mouth
To play fast and loose with limb

To build a castle on the sand
To lie with grace
And steal with face
A horrible cunning man
A lovable and callous sham

Condemned to flail without end
Condemned to fail in the end

To give more than he takes
With high stakes
To Save the world from itself
To put his own gain on the shelf

To set his mind on a higher peak
And always turn the other cheek
A champion of the meek
What a total fucking freak

Condemned to flail, tries to mend
Condemned to fail in the end


A man who would be king
5. Angle Of Repose
I am made of tons of tiny countries
With closely guarded borders
Each country has a castle
Each castle has a throne
You are the tiny king
Of your very own

I sneak across at night
When the crossing is easy
I watch and I wonder
At your curious customs,
But I forget them all by day

Did the night invade the day?
Or was it day invaded night?
Were you among the last to be found?
Did you have your hands
In the ground?

I buried the dead and they came stories
I planted the stories, they came up singing
I planted the song and it came up dancing
I buried the dance and it
Came up facing home

I buried the dead and they came laughing
I planted the laugher, it came up singing
I planted the song and it came up fighting
I buried the battle, it came up facing home

I buried the dead and they came up laughing
I buried the laughter and cried

This garden we’ve planted will come up around us
And take us all down in a great big avalanche
Of useless things, of persistently plastic things,
Of things that cost us this tiny world of tiny kings
6. Ossuary
Mouth of beast, ravening
Worshipful, their eyes sent reeling
Head first
Into the cage
Eyes down
Suffer the lathe
7. The Salt Crown
Now I have your shoes
Today I wear your old black shirt
I have the things that I gave to you
But soon I’ll be ready to give them back
Come and get them

Shale-skin, salt-crown, slate-feather, corpse-down
Stone-blood, flesh-bane, life-bone, death-vein, salt-crown

Face the sunrise with eyes made of light
Swallow the early song with eardrums made of the first sound
Break the soft young earth with limbs made of the oldest stone

Through our watery eyes, stone watches itself standing
Alone, forever, against the flickering sky
Through our watery mouths, stone calls itself by a new name
Bones of the earth. Stone
The bones call the stone by name,
Crying, “Come, old mother, and cover me.”
The stone shows the bones the way of the silent, lifeless salt crown
The bones call the bones of the earth by name
Crying, “Come, old mother’s father, and bury me.”
The stone shows the bones the way of the
Ageless, deathless salt crown

Now you’ve gone back in
And I’ll stay out with your bones, burned and ground to sand
Keep watch with the faces you made with your hands
But soon I’ll be ready… no I’m not ready to give them back
Come, oh come and get them
8. The Only Dance
I can see them from here
Glistening and bright
Night is here at my side
Helping me hide in shadows
This is he only
Dance I remember now

Tom tom c’est moi
The blue guitar and I
Are one
The orchestra fills the high hall
With shuffling men
High as the hall
9. The Greenless Wreath
At last in the trembling leaves
This bone-cage slips away
Lost in the shivering trees
Your absent voice is clay
Last breath of green
First breath of stone
Sweep this cage of bone

Hungry for your desperate dreams
I hold exhaustion close
The shining world is all that it seems
I fall in love with ghosts
Whispering to you
Through reconstructed teeth
A cage of bone in the greenless wreath

Last breath of green
First breath of stone
10. The Widening Eye
11. The Putrid Refrain
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