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From Coast to Coast: Black Metal Edition

by Metal Made in Canada

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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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!
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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
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released April 16, 2013

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