From Coast to Coast: Black Metal Edition

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Track Name: Thrawsunblat (New Brunswick) - I Am the Viator
Stranded here on this wretched pier,
The Nihilist dead in the earth.
The four urns I bore, and the sorrow I wore
Their ash and my grief spread o’er the earth.

These burdens done, and these labours won,
I can return to my home.
These journeys done, and into mythos spun,
I now return to my home.

But it was a storm. A storm to kill.
I was driven to these shores.
It was a storm. A storm that killed.
Oh how it took from me. Yet I remain.

It’s high time for high tide
On this bay of immeasurable loss.
A rising tide will raise all ships,
But mine is long since a sunken wreck.

So I took an axe along the woods of my idols.
I tapped the trunks to see which were hollow.
Now I sail on this ship I’ve nailed
together from the trees of felled idols.

This past twelvemonth was a roiling storm;
It killed, it stole, it blazed, it cracked.
I howled, I fought, I wailed, I mourned;
I was nought but a sunken wreck.

But now I know what it is to throw
Off a burden the weight of the earth.
Now I burn with the strength I’ve earned
And shift my gaze to the black clouds.

Now I am the storm. A storm to kill.
I shall decimate these shores.
A cyclone at the end of a cycle.
Above the world, my life stretching out to the end of the earth.
The Wanderer is dead; I see it all.

The Child (sees the Viator wending his way)
Becomes the Wanderer on the Earth
The Wanderer (led by the Mentor grey)
Becomes the Viator on his path

The Viator (seeing the Questioning Child)
Becomes himself the Mentor wise.
The Mentor (instructing The Wanderer wild)
Becomes himself once more the Questioning Child

The storm has gone, and the Wanderer is dead
I am become more…

I am the Viator
Master of paths, singer of wars
I am the Viator

I return to the Maritimes
I shall release it from death and decay
I return to her misted climes
I shall devour her death and decay

I am the Viator
I am the path, the journey, the war
I am the Viator

I return to the Maritimes
I shall sing the songs I’ve earned.
I return to her misted climes
I shall teach the fires I’ve learned.

I am the Viator.
I am the path, the journey, the war.
I am the Viator,
Master of paths, singer of wars.
Track Name: Catuvolcus (Québec) - Impetus
Les Heduens surmenés massacrent les citoyens romains,
Le soulèvement de toutes les cités,
Voilà ce que César craint,
Ce qu’il cherche à éviter,
A ne jamais démontrer,
La loyauté sur laquelle il s’est appuyé,
S’est dissipé.

Dans un néant de pensées d’homme égaré,
César croit avoir trouvé un moyen de l’attaquer,
Cette immense colline dont il avait tant rêvé,
Il s’est juré de voir les Gaulois agenouillés.

Par une journée maussade,
Il visite les travaux de petit camp,
Il aperçoit sur les hauteurs un territoire vacant,
Tertre auparavant occupé par des Gaulois puissants…
Désormais balayé par des vents.

Par une journée maussade,
Il visite les travaux de petit camp,
Il aperçoit sur les hauteurs un territoire vacant.

Au milieu d’une nuit,
De nombreux escadrons répandent leurs cris,
En battant les campagnes,
En se déplaçant bruyamment…

Alertant l’ennemi,
Que tous ceux qui s’opposent seront anéantis,
Une autre ruse pour éloigner les Gaulois de leur camp.

Les troupes Gauloises passent de l’autre côté,
Pendant que les Romains,
Leurs étendards cachés,
Passent du grand camp vers le petit campement,
Avec cet espoir de gloire qu’ils ont constamment.

Allons marchons vers ces collines!
Craignez ces vents impétueux!
Qui vous mèneront vers (eux)
Allons marchons vers ces collines!
Craignez ces vents impétueux!
Qui vous mèneront vers (eux)

Allons marchons vers ces collines!
Craignez ces vents impétueux!
Qui vous mèneront vers (eux)
Allons marchons vers ces collines!
Craignez ces vents impétueux!
Qui vous mèneront vers (eux)

Clair et fort est le son des trompettes,
Mais la Xe légion ne bat pas retraite,
Loin, trop loin derrière ce petit vallon,
Ils n’entendent pas et marchent vers le front.
Track Name: Eclipse Eternal (Ontario) - Ode to a Long Time Gone
Can you hear the voices on the wind
Can you feel their despair
They cry for us, for our loss
For we will never know the pride they felt
The strength, the honour
We were born too late
We walk these lands yet strangers we feel
These are not our lands yet our fates they will seal
Upon this soil our generations die
Yet still our hearts in longing eastward lie
Dying inside, dying...
Broken from years of life without living
Dying from the inside but never forgetting
Who we were before they came
The cross, the book, the defeat and shame
Now we long to see the mountains,
To walk the forests of old,
To feel the heat of the hearth and the purity of the cold
To hear the call of the wolf and the raven's mournful cry
To feel the depth of our history and get lost in the night sky
The great hunt visits us in our dreams
The baying of hounds, the sound of screams
But always the victorious shouts turn to cries of pain
As we witness our ancestors get cut down again
When was it that the bonds were broken?
How was it that we lost our way?
Stabbed from behind by traitors, once kin
Our lands taken and conquered from within
When we wake, the emptiness we feel
What we were is gone, there's nothing left for them to steal
Too far we've gone, the end we've seen
The world keeps turning yet our time's already been
Young we are in body yet old we are in mind
Cold we are in inside, emptiness is all we find
We stare at the open endless sea,
we wait for the longboats
That have long since sailed,
to take us back to a time that is long gone
We wait till our bones turn to dust
and yet we wait
My brothers and sisters come stand beside me
And bear witness—the end of (our) days
Track Name: Wolven Ancestry (Ontario) - The Animistic Awakening
Above us...As the moon chases the sun
And we struggle against the elements
The Aurora Borealis
Th souls of the fallen dance in the skies above
Showing us such vivid signs of a journey which lies ahead
Alone we must search for the spirit that lies deep within us all

Above us...As the moon chases the sun
And we struggle against the elements
Our battle with the coldest of Northern lands

It surrounds us...It's within us.....

The Aurora Borealis
The souls of the fallen dance in the sky above
Showing us such vivid signs of the journey that lies ahead
Alone we must search for the spirit that lies within our subconscious
As the moon chases the sun across the sky line horizon
At one with these astral plains, a cosmic view of the stars
Influenced by the gods of the sea and this planet
Above us, as the moon chases the sun
Chases the sun...

Each life we have taken, its soul has been consumed
Summoning strength once lost within us
Fused with the link to all life, the gift of the woods
Fearless we accept what is given
Animistic spirit, we consume thee to gain of your essence
Under the belly of night as we watch the star eat the moon
In fear we wait for its capture
Yet fooled again by the games that the night sky plays
She plays....

The Aurora Borealis...
An Animistic Awakening
The Aurora Borealis
Our Animistic Awakening

The collective conjure of spirits, the will lives within us all
Passing the knowledge of harmonic wisdom
In death we embrace this twilight, with those who once stood as one
And nothing shall get in between us

The plains of silence
They speak to us through the shadows
Awakening...The thirst for ethereal darkness
Releasing our spirit to live forevermore
Eternally...
Together we are the night
Track Name: Nachtterror (Saskatchewan) - The Fall of the Sabbath
We arise from shadow
Our fallen army of man
Our shattered tombstones hallowed
Born again to defeat his reign
With broken silence followed
By our forsaken stand
Clothed in broken memories
We shall deal our cruel judgements hand


With the new sun dawning...
and heads held high...
We shall reap tomorrow...
This world is ours to sancti-


Fighting through the torment
Gaining peace through our lost lives
We shall not lie in silence
Until this beast finally dies
With gaping holes of hatred
Fueling us to fight again
We are clothed in flesh of evil
We are pawns of judgements plan


Judgement has come now a second time through
The darkened skies begin fading
As the seventh day lay, and the morning crawl
God is reborn to watch the sabbath fall
...We'll conquer all


Blackened bits of flesh
Testiment to the final blessed
Conjure up the god
To bleed again and watch the Sabbath fall

Strewn about the dirt in pieces
The pain we feel, it never cease
Immortal souls shant see release
And we will never feel such peace
Mangled in the chosen ground
Charred remains all to be found
To set ablaze the end of days
And crucify all that remains

With empty eyes we die today
On broken knees we shall not pray
Our bludgeoned minds and bloodied hands
Let this funeral march be the livings last stand
...Fight until we cannot breathe
We shall burn the sanctity!


We shall stand and conquer all
As we watch the sabbath fall
We shall stand and conquer god
As we watch his sabbath fall!
Track Name: Trollband (Alberta,British Columbia) - Nidhoggr
From the thrash
of blinding snow
returns the bearers of steel
Arriving at threshold of their ances-tral domain
A sight awaits that stops their frozen breath.....

Ruins,
ruins from valley to hills

Shadowed mountains weep
as the smoke clouds their image

Embers
the remains of their homeland
Destroyed by forces unknown
witness to misery

The men take up arms once more
As a wandering king informs them
Of a beast horrific
and merciless

Weary though they were, they swore to fight once more
Truding onward with courage melting to hatred

By lead of the scheming count,
whose heart elsewhere sought
Corralling them
blindly to demise

With promise of riches beyond compare
They Traversed into depths they would not dare
He sent the men -into the dark abyss-


The men Took up arms Again
For a wandering king misled them
As the beasts were horrific and merciless

Weary though they were, they swore to fight once more
Trudging onward with hatred turning to cold death

Before they could grab the
Shiny elfin gold
From the center of the mountain
Came beasts and horror untold

They set upon the doomed band of men
Their clubs and axes, let htem know
but the one who reached the riches was count reginald

No escape

All are doomed here

Good mans blood is spilt

All save reginald

First to fall was of young blood
Oh few would survive
Zigur the bard lost his wits
And in fright he fled outside

Screaming for vengeance at the treacherous count
The last of brave men gave chase
But the beasts had overwhelmed them
I'm sure they savored the
Taste

Vision fading

all are dead here

Frostbite holding

Saga ending