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Black Moon Rising

(2014)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresPower Metal, Folk Metal
LabelsMetal Blade Records
Album rating :  82.5 / 100
Votes :  2
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Black Moon Rising Lyrics

(11)
Submitted by level 록스타 (2017-05-04)
1. Locust Swarm
There's a sigh from the barren soil.
Dysfunctional ecology.
Cycles soon in turmoil.
Tomorrow's promises die
by an ancient golden diety.
Udders one by one dry.

Another concience join to the funeral feast.
Another sacrifice thrown to the beast.
Hearken to the tolling bell
of a worn out world's last yell.

Who is the bringer of the coming storm?
Who is the last victim that we now condemn?
Who is the demon there in human form?
That's kneeling down in worship to the requiem
for the locust swarm.

There's a rotten smell to the mound.
A bitter taste to mortality.
Fertility gone unsound.
The recipie to our grave.
Unnecessary necessities.
Human kind now enslaved.

Who is the bringer of the coming storm?
Who is the last victim that we now condemn?
Who is the demon there in human form?
That's kneeling down in worship to the requiem...

Another concience join to the funeral feast.
Another sacrifice thrown to the beast.
Hearken to the tolling bell
of a worn out world's last yell.

Who is the bringer of the coming storm?
Who is the last victim that we now condemn?
Who is the demon there in human form?
That's kneeling down in worship to the requiem...

Who is the serpent of the paradise?
Who is the snake tongue that now joins the requiem
for the locust swarm?
2. Halls and Chambers
Victims of the renaiscense might
screamed in the dead of night.
The horror, the terror.
Ruler in Machivellian days
stole all their days away
to darkness to sadness.

I still see painful eyes.
I still hear distant sighs
among shadows lingering on.

Gaze up high into the open sky
from these halls and chambers.
To the moon and to the winds I cry.

Souls aglow in the darkest of hue
miseries are still undue
forever and ever.
I caress the thickening
air and all memories it bear
with yearning and longing.

I still see painful eyes.
I still hear distant sighs
among shadows lingering on.

Gaze up high into the open sky
from these halls and chambers.
To the moon and to the winds I cry.

Far behind these castle walls
glories and virtues fall.
Fall for the lunacy.
Deep inside where the time
weep tyranny is fast asleep
in shadows in echoes.

Dim is the bay for the grim and the grey
as destiny's proven unfair.
Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day
at which I forlornly do gaze.

Gaze up high into the open sky
from these halls and chambers.
To the moon and to the winds I cry.
3. Black Moon Rising
Seek the golden key
that opens blessed doors.
Seek it high and seek it low
cherish it forever more.
Heaven's out of reach
for fondling hands of yours.
Turn around and burn your eyes.
Don't look back as shadows die.

Sworn to share no more tears.
Another El Dorado pet appears.

On burning wings you fly
into a dead horizon.
The sun sets forever more
do you see the black moon rising?
(x2)

Dance to the rhythm of fire
the flames will make you blind.
Ascend the rainbow way up high
to the crest where dreamers die.
Through the desert of discontent
in his hour of need
walks the fool on a wicked trail
lost in dunes chasing his own tail.

Sworn to share no more tears.
Another El Dorado pet appears.

On burning wings you fly
into a dead horizon.
The sun sets forever more
do you see the black moon rising?
(x2)

On burning wings you fly
into a dead horizon.
The sun sets forever more
do you see the black moon rising?
(x2)
4. Scoundrel and the Squire
Reaper and the hangman
together hand in hand.
Their hungry eyes are prowling
across this our virgin land.

Monger and the black sheep
Bonded in heresy.
Ruling from shadows behind the stage
In this sinful symphony.
Thief and the enticer.
Brothers side by side
panning the rivers for traces of gold
with starry eyes so blind.

The scoundrel and the squire
in hidden infamy
Are clad in a robe of glory’s glare
by light of false chivalry.

Tempter and the weak man
for whom tomorrow mourn.
Are sowing the seed for the future grief
as told in the script of the scorn.
Master and the slave now
choking by their own hands.
The treasures slipping through their fingers like sand
in their victory quite not to grand.

The scoundrel and the squire
In hidden infamy
are clad in a robe of glory’s glare
by light of false chivalry.
(x2)
5. Wasteland
For the hot, for the cold
for the brave and bold.
We're emerging out of the condemnation.
In the fire, in the ice.
In the faith of sunrise.
Breaking chains in the name of our liberation.

Naked in the storm
and touched by the flames.
Now we're breaking free
out of this wasteland.
Cast to purgatory
thrown out to the beast.
Strived from dusk to dawn
out of this wasteland.

Through the storm, through the breeze.
Through the night's disease.
Every mortal fear and anguish set aside.
Take the left, take the right.
Take the path to daylight.
Walking past the void with a new found pride.

Naked in the storm
and touched by the flames.
Now we're breaking free
out of this wasteland.
Cast to purgatory
thrown out to the beast.
Strived from dusk to dawn
out of this wasteland.
(x2)
6. In Ruins
From a clear blue sky
a sudden bolt came crashing down.
Cracking all around, shaking the solid ground.
The fortress of solitude
was torn and shattered for the wind.
Sunlight far away fortune had gone astray.

Into the crystal ball
gazing with empty eyes he sighed.
As one's heaven fall
there's no place to run nor hide.

In ruins are the pillars of Eden

Dark clouds of misery
came in and blurred the mind.
Sharpest eyes gone blind, reasons they could not find.
Uncertain prophecies
distorted every sound thought.
The vision seeking men fought through the lion's den.

Into the crystal ball
gazing with empty eyes he sighed.
As one's heaven fall
there's no place to run nor hide.

Choirs of angels was drowned
by the sound of crumbling mountains one by one.
The march of the demons had so now begun.
Yesterday's world was soon undone.

How far to salvation?
How far to the promised land
where the eclipse no more refuses us the light?
How far to salvation?
How far to a healing hand
that can mend the broken dream
and carry us out of the night?

In ruins are the pillars of Eden
(x4)
How far to salvation?
7. At The Jester's Ball
I am the prince of hypocricy
an apostle of the lies.
Do as I say not as I do.
I'm only playing dice.
Hear the words of the profecy
in my gospel of swarming flies.

I am dancing in the waltz
come join in one and all.
We will all compete at the jester's ball
for a seat at curtain call.

In front of the cirtuous mirror
blinded men lead the way
onto the altar at the judgement day.
Living in self-delusion
disciples by deceit.
Self-nominated in parangon elite.

Play me a tune of ideology
a noble marching song.
Though I am slightly out of key.
I'll try to sing along.
The chorus speak of our doom's day
and all the things it did wrong.

I am dancing in the waltz
come join in one and all.
We will all compete at the jester's ball
for a seat at curtain call.
(x2)
8. There's a Crow on the Barrow
There's a crow on the barrow
saddest of figures in grey.
Guardian of the roytal grave
ancient leyends say.
There's a moan from the upon hill
clad in a silvery light.
Dweller of a forgotten tomb.
Dormant heathen might.

Croaking at the autumn sky.
An accolade in the wind
carried to the ones up high.

There's a crow on the barrow.
Silently spying into the dark.
There's a crow on the barrow.
Secretly scowling into the black autumn night.

There's a present calmness so dense
a bower of eternal peace.
Vague shadows in reverence
like breezes throught the tress.
Echoes of the ceremony.
Flashes of silver and gold.
Offerings of beast and slaves
while odes and legends told.

Croaking at the autumn sky.
An accolade in the wind
carried to the ones up high.

There's a crow on the barrow.
Silently spying into the dark.
There's a crow on the barrow.
Secretly scowling into the black autumn night.
(x2)
9. Dawning of a Sombre Age
From the open range they hailed
living free as the wind.
Children of the vast plains.
The hunter became the prey
as their land slipped away
into the bleeding horizon.

Empty promises of snake tongues.
Poisonous, venomous lies!

Dawning of a sombre age
of the sombre age
Dawning of a sombre age!

In black the days were hung
when ancient ways denied
struggling in chain and in shackles.
Refused the native tongue
losing identity
once of pride and of power.

Empty promises of snake tongues.
Poisonous, venomous lies!

Dawning of a sombre age
of the sombre age
Dawning of a sombre age!

Empty promises of snake tongues.
Poisonous, venomous lies!

Dawning of a sombre age
of the sombre age
Dawning of a sombre age!
10. Age of Runes
Fates now faded from a twilight time
when heathen hearts whitened and waned.
Told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes
treading in times when runes did reign.

Winds do whisper of fame and fortune.
The stone is standing for the pagan pride.
For the bonds of blood the widow wept.
He kindred kept her tears in tide.

During the sacred tunes
there is steel to the stone.
Raised in the age of runes
oh memorial throne.

Grand the granite carved and cut
the mourner's monument of stone by steel.
In sinuous serpents from a mason's mind
the fortunate find what the runes reveal.

Read the red and taste the tales
hearken the hammers beating blows
solemnly singing from the yesteryears
of tales and tears and a widow's woe

During the sacred tunes
there is steel to the stone.
Raised in the age of runes
oh memorial throne.
11. The Priory
The mist carried tidings of fire and blood.
On northern waves the dragons ride.
Heaven shall mourn what darkness will scorn
on the day when prayers die.

The omens spoke of a rising beast
that sailed out from the eastern shores.
Brethren will cry and angels will sigh
on the day of the fiendish force.

Aaaah the priory burned.
Aaaah aflame and ablaze.

The heathen horde struck from the sea
like a cut from a tempered blade.
In black the bay was hung by the foreign dragons' tongue
on the bay of the sinister raid.

A plundered parish by a pagan plague
perished under the autumn clouds.
Their embers went cold as fate did unfold
and wrapped them in a solacing shroud.

Aaaah the priory burned.
Aaaah aflame and ablaze.
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