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Scouts on the Borderline Between the Physical and Spiritual World Full Album Lyrics

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Scouts on the Borderline Between the Physical and Spiritual World

(2015)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresSludge Metal, Doom Metal
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Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2017-09-28)
1. Tunes of Judgement
2. Let My People Go
The devil has designed my oath and is waiting to be sure
Plenty of his black sheep died before he finds a cure

Oh Lord Jesus do you think I served my time
The eight legs of the devil now are crawling up my spine

The firm hand of the devil now is rocking me to sleep
I force my blind eyes open Lord, but I'm sinking in the deep

Oh Lord Jesus do you think I served my time
The eight legs of the devil now are crawling up my spine

Oh Lord Jesus, here are the news from the fires below
The eight legs of the devil will not let my people go

I go to sleep each evening now, dreaming of the grave
I see the friends I used to know, crawling up my legs

Oh Lord Jesus do you think I served my time
The eight legs of the devil now are crawling up my spine

Oh Lord Jesus, here are the news from the fires below
The eight legs of the devil will not let my people go
[x3]
3. We Are Children of the Dawn
We are children of the dawn
Looking for the sun
Will we ever see it shine
In the days to come

We are children lost from life
Lost forever more
Destined to be lonely swans
On a lonely shore

Friends of old to you we sing
A song to close the day
Slumber now in peaceful dreams
As it fades away

Slowly now the darkness falls
On the earth so still
Like a bird it spreads its wings
Over valley, lake and hill

Shadows deep crawl over the land
Swallowing light and song
Yet we can't leave this windy shore
Bound by chains so strong

Distant fleeting echoes of yore
of when the dawn was bright
Twilight breaks light granite on ice
we are children born in night

Friends of old to you we sing
A song to close the day
Slumber now in peaceful dreams
As it fades away

Slowly now the darkness falls
On the earth so still
Like a bird it spreads its wings
Over valley, lake and hill
[x2]
4. The Bloody Path
See me here - a wise old man
As full of wisdom - as age

God is pure spirit
And man is spirit incarnate

Once my spirit was separated
Separated from my flesh

Life is a reign of terror
In the shadow of death

Reflecting all aspects of nature
I feel my blood starts to race

I will lay my trust in my own hands [x7]
5. The Mountains of My Home
am dreaming of the mountains of my home
Of the mountains where in childhood I would roam
I have dwelt beneath southern skies
Where the summer never dies
But my hear is in the mountains of my home

I can see the little homestead on the hill
I can hear the magic music of the rhyl
There is nothing to compare
With the love that once was there
In the lonely little homestead on the hill

I can see the quiet graveyard down below
Where the mountain breezes wander to and fro
And when god my soul will keep
It is there I want to sleep
With those dear old folks that loved me long ago
6. My Sons and Daughters
A kingdom I grant all of you
Sons give me your mighty hands
Blow winds blow
Under the shadow of this holy tree
I offer you sleep and rest
Sleep and rest

This spear, this arm and my best spirits are bent
My best spirits are bent
Crack all bones and break all necks
Blow winds blow
A kingdom I grant all of you

My beloved perishing fires, daughters are all of you to me [x3]

My perishing fires
It's now or never

I have a journey sir - shortly to go
My master calls me -I most not say no
The weight of this sad time - we must obey
Speak what we feel - not what we should say

My oath is my profession
In wisdom I should honour their names
My oath is my profession
Space to the world that I create

My oath is my profession [x9]
And wisdom I give to the world [x2]
7. A Sacred Heart
A place to hide from ones own thoughts
Where spirit does not guide
A silent desert, bright and plain
Where souls need not restrain

I don't have to die to go to heaven
No hollow bones that turn to dust
It takes a sacred heart to care for me
To heal my wounds with tender touch

An echo in another's mind
And death will hearken to the stave
The sinner with the unpaid bill
Will pay you in the grave

I don't have to die to go to heaven
No hollow bones that turn to dust
It takes a sacred heart to care for me
To heal my wounds with tender touch
8. The Manifesto
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