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At the Feast of Seven Funerals Full Album Lyrics

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At the Feast of Seven Funerals

(2014)
TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresDeath Metal
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Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2018-02-21)
1. Hell Rides at Dawn (6:23)
From the corral dust, a bad hoss appears
Of frozen air, beyond misery hill
Saddle sore, from a phantom trail
His hooves are toned, with a chant of death
The sunburst kills, the glories of the morning
Unwanted omen, from the deserts of hell

Hell rides at dawn
Hell is here
Hell rides at dawn
Lost souls cry

The town retreats, lest the dangerous ones
On through town, trail devils dogs
Among torrid stares, from the invisible enemies
Dismount the steed, at the palace of sin
The wretched gunman, falls to the ground
The spirit of slumber, came and bade him sleep
From the house, came Penelope Vines
"I'm Lucius Mortimer, from Ravens Catch"

Hell rides at dawn
Hell is here
Hell rides at dawn
Lost souls cry

Now rest thy head
Upon my sheets of gold
And when you awake
Your broken winds will blow

In this bucket of blood
The deviltry pass as rule
In this bucket of blood
The equalizer, tells of fools

The hours go by
You arise from the lush crib
I the night hawk
Took you here to mend

In this bucket of blood
The deviltry pass as rule
In this bucket of blood
The equalizer, tells of fools

Stranger, I can give you wealth
My ladies of the line, hear of secret mines
Together we can fool, the ones who deceive
A god fearing town, beyond misery hill
"Why should I, not take these things alone"
For pennies you'll die, there is no escape
Now take of my wine, and pleasures of me
And I'll show you to, the palace of sin
2. Palace of Sin (4:07)
The coffin varnish, the drink of choice
The stages dust, as dancing girls, ply the trade
Den of iniquity, ramblers music plays
Oak and brass, nude portrait, sings to me

Calico queen, do I ride your river of fate
Sweet miss Vines, do I leave this well of hell
Calice queen, do I rely on what you tell
Sweet miss Vines, do you care to die

Intruders ears, are about the rail
Wretched eyes, away from this place
As night falls, away from this place
I'll tell of treasuresm we'll divide the take

Calico queen, who is he, your eyes behold
Sweet miss Vines, is my gun all you need
Calico queen, meet you at the rippling waters
Sweet miss Vines, you the nightingale, sings tonight

Stranger as you leave
Be forwarned
Mine eyes are watching you
I prosper in this hole
See the gal, she'll ruin you
Think twice, to heed her view
Anything you can have
You'll hire to be my hand
There's no future, here in hell
I'm Hatchet Jack, from Misery Hill
You'll find fame, fortune too
Or a marble orchard view

Hatchet Jack, I presume you challenged me
Mr Hargrove, now you die
3. Sixth Shot for the Mortician (3:17)
Death, you sulking coward
I know you are near, please make yourself known
I realize, I cannot defeat you
For one brief moment, I will try

With in my hand, I hold 5
6th is for you, if I should die

Mortician, they say I'm friend
For the way I kill, the wounds do not show
The bullets tore, his heart asunder
As he fell, I shot again

With in my hand, I hold 5
6th is for you, if I should die

Now I lay me down to sleep
Around me my children weep
4. Gospel of a Bullet (3:33)
Gospel of a bullet
The only faith I know
I see you pray at the waters
Do you repent the sins you sow

Tell me now of this fortune
You insist I follow through
Do not lie of the man I shot
In my wake do dead haunt you

Hatchet Jack kept the books
Of the lost banshee mines
Preacher Mordecai Gates, knows
Marshall Black will hunt for you

Tell me how we find the mines
Tell me who I see
Come up from off your kneew
Speak now what you keep from me

Under the alter
They keep the map in a vaulted case
Marshall Black has the key
Upon the land in his place

I will find and steal the key
While Mordecai is fast asleep
The I'll creep into your room
Fine company you shall keep

Go
Into the night
Hide
Stay from ones sight
Watch
For my return
Burn
One candle's light

Gospel of a bullet
The only faith I know
I've seen you pray at the waters
Did you repent the sins you sow

Now I'm told of this fortune
I insist you follow through
Do not lie to me tonight
In my wake do dead haunt you
5. Penelope Dies (5:00)
On a moon burst finish a beam of ligh will die
On a moon burst finish there will be blood...

She will take
She will steal

With an eye for deceit
Drawn from orphans tears
With her tongue, sting is deep
At night we lie, loosing my fear

Disguised by sleep
Satan's taking hand
Midnight thief killing the gamblers rose... Penelope dies

None survive, crossing me
One last kiss, then you die
Speak now to your god
Weapon of love, beautiful lie

Disguised by sleep
Satan's taking hand
Midnight thief killing the gamblers rose... Penelope dies

She will take
She will steal

On a moon burst finish a beam of ligh will die
On a moon burst finish there will be blood...
6. Steeple of Blood (5:08)
Upon this pulpit, I stand with salvation in hand
Prepare for the devil come this noon
Depart from me, to your tomb

To your tomb... to your tomb...

You and I are dying flesh
We've seen many laid to rest
Creatures full of mighty grief

Steal your soul and drag to hell
On this day the stories tell
Worship now, avoid the thief

Final judgement coming fast
Don't let this day be your last
What will be your final breath

Nothing certain for tomorrow
As you wallow in your sorrow
Will not know our day of death

Rise, and kill Mortimer
Sacrifice, into eternal fire

He will kill us where we stand
Even on this holy land
Guard the altar with our life

Veiled secret can't be told
Here we'll watch our death unfold
Battle for unholy strife

Below the altar three feet down
In a cast and under ground
Treasures hide from villain eyes

The book of life is locked away
With golden key, where this must stay
Adoid our death and sure demise

Rise, and kill Mortimer
Sacrifice, into eternal fire

Wrath of blood, steeple of fire

I warned them all, and in their lies
I see the horror in dying eyes
Trapped in fire, cross will burn

Bathed in flames, I hear your cry
The smell of flesh is drifting high
There is no where left to turn

On the floor you try to crawl
And work your way to heavens hall
Let my pistol be your guide

One by one I shoot to kill
For ending life is at my will
No survivors, all shall die

Die, I am Mortimer
Sacrifice, into eternal fire

Upon this pulpit, now burned
Town in fear, left alone
Hell gave mercy, no turn
Five more dead, five lost souls
7. Feast of Seven Funerals (4:48)
Curse you, to the fires
They let you die upon your throne
Immortal spirits, bathed in flames
Now assemble at your grave

To feast upon your soul
You burn, in the kingdom of fire
Never to rise again
Death released you from your flesh

A devil's promenade, celebratory evils
I'll dine upon your blood
The candles burn dim, with the draught of deaths air
Your women escort me in my waltz

I tender no symphathy
A solemn tear evokes my rage
Blessed crys fall hush upon my ears
Life's destroyer knows no age

To feast upon your soul
You burn, in the kingdom of fire
Never to rise again
Death released you from your flesh

A fortune of gold, lying before me
At dawn I go from here
With no one left to follow
Many lands to hide
I'll vanish through the door of time

Kneel before me
Sit down at my side
Dine with a self made king
A toast to those who have crossed my path

I am the evil they have feared
Left in my wake, I punish the mourning
Tonight I dine in gods jealous eyes
My fist in gold, and whore at my side
For I am unstoppable, I will not stray
Until I have all that I desire
8. Hangman's Knot (4:39)
By moonlight we ride, with task at hand
Shrouded faces of white, creating fear
Hunting for the oneknown as Mortimer
For this night we bring death along with us

No place on earth where you can hide
There's no escaping the Hangman's knot

Our dogs will find you, they have your scent
The smell of the Devil's blood
Lynch mob is closing in

Outside the law, we travel alone
An anonymous tip, your time is near
Enjoy your meal, it will be your last
The reaper awaits your soul this day

No place on earth where you can hide
There's no escaping the Hangman's knot

Our dogs will find you, they have your scent
The smell of the Devil's blood
Lynch mob is closing in

The door is smashed, fear fills the room
Guns drawn with malice intent
A vicious beating, now breaks you down
The Posse's reward for a job well done

Our dogs have found you, your dragged through town
A trail of the Devil's blood, a celebration in your wake

Your head is bagged, your body dragged
Wild laughter from a lawless clan
Prepare the hanging tree, the knot is tied
Your final stop, this is where you die!

The rope is tightened around your neck
Upon this steed you await your death

The time is now, with justice served
With a calming silence, the horse is whipped
The lynch mob roars, your body drops
The neck in snapped, Mortimer is dead!a
9. Buried Neath the Willows (5:38)
To the realms of bliss, you fly
Removed from among us, by death
A marble orchard, awaits
He bade farewell, to time
To resign a spirit, but no soul
To take a home, in the field of light

Buried neath the willows
Lifes destroyer, becons me
Buried neath the willows
Where saints immortal reign

Let us now pray
Evil will settle in the ground
God has set his course, to Hell
Satans lightning has no sound
Worshipful master, who is our brother
Guard us from sin, with these hounds

Buried neath the willows
Lifes destroyer, becons me
Buried neath the willows
Where saints immortal reign

Left to die
Fires from high
Left to die
Forever here you lie

Carried to the willows
Where night dogs devour flesh
Hung from a vine, neath a willow
Mourning glory, casts my dust

Left to die
Fires from high
Left to die
Forever here I lie

Buried neath the willows
Lifes destroyer, becons me
Buried neath the willows
Where saints immortal reign

Receive no charity, from a cold world
When the thunders of almighty wrath
Hurl you into outer darkness
Rivers unholy block your path
Bear in mind, when Satan smiles
From neath the willow, take his hand
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