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Lumberjack Sorrow
02:05
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2. |
Alexander Bay
03:07
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This small spot of the ocean
Holds a history mostly untold
A chronicle I shall archive
Incorporated 1954
This colony by the shore
Into which our life we shall derive
Where I was born and raised
Where I spent my younger days
Where one day I'll die
Where my body will lie
In a graveyard in Alexander Bay
This will always be my home
Where the shipyard's lights are shone
My roots run deep in this place
My family toiled and fought
Against the forestrial rot
And they were never displaced
Where I was born and raised
Where I spent my younger days
Where one day I'll die
Where my body will lie
In a graveyard in Alexander Bay
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3. |
Haunted Black Shingles
04:15
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In the dark corners
Of Saunders Cove
A tall manor rises
Over the trees
Nestled on the point
Blackened from years of neglect
Abandoned, dilapidated
Near the grey seas
Shrouded in mystery
An unfinished project
Begs for exploration
We snuck in at night
Uncovered documents
Ramblings of the insane
What madman lived here?
What ghost still haunts inside?
Haunted black shingles
Screams of terror beckon forth in the eve
Haunted black shingles
What was discovered none shall believe
Haunted black shingles
Where supernatural phenomena occurs
Haunted black shingles
Where lunacy was bred and spurned
In twilight hours
Dark things emerge
Paranormal power
Strange things are heard
Chains rattle in the gateway
The old attic stirs
The floorboards tell the tales
Of what occurred
The sentences are gibberish
We could not make sense
Of what was written here
Or by who
I'm plagued by the mystery
The answers lost in the ether
Of these eerie ruins
In this hall with a view
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4. |
Wreckage Once Ablaze
06:42
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Oh, this ship should never have sailed
From day one destined to fail
The moment that she came here
Oh, she now rests on the floor
Of these grey, misting shores
A source of flaming fear
Oh, the oil burned so bright
From dusk into the night
A sight in the cove to behold
Oh, she rusts now in the deep
Decayed the hull weeps
Remaining there to grow old
Fire!
She burned in the bay
On a grey summer day
Price for carelessness paid
Burn!
Wreckage once ablaze
Sits in the harbor’s gaze
Metal peeled and flayed
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Village of silence
Tucked away in Atlantic corners
Breeding black magick
In the minds of the isolated
Born into backwoods towns
Where progress is slow to come
Oppressive by its very nature
We learn to cope in different ways
Securing occultic spells
Cast forth from metal machines
Into the airwaves abroad
To captivate like-minded ones
We are the black wizards of the east
We are the sonic force with no reprieve
We’ll leave our legacy behind
Immortalized in the digital realm
We are the black wizards of the east
We are the sonic force with no reprieve
We’ll leave our legacy behind
Immortalized in the digital realm
Mystical enchantments resound
Necromantic songs abound
Forever jarring with the aesthetic of
These silent towns
Screaming loud into the night
Leaving our mark upon this sight
Of one thousand albums of
Decadent sonic might
We are the black wizards of the east
We are the sonic force with no reprieve
We’ll leave our legacy behind
Immortalized in the digital realm
This is our way of life
This is how we cope with strife
This is our obituary
This is our epitaph
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6. |
Killers
04:25
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In the stupor of this small town
Wee hours when there's no one around
We drive out into the night
Hearts pulsating, fright or flight
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Killers in the night
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Bringers of the plight
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Guilty of the crime
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Without a fucking spine
Vibrant colors fill up his eyes
A journey just before he dies
You should all pay for what you've done
I knew this is what you'd become
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Killers in the night
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Bringers of this plight
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Guilty of the crime
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Without a fucking spine
You should rot behind steel bars
You should never have come this far
The lies are carved into your face
I see you as inhuman disgrace
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Killers in the night
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Bringers of the plight
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Guilty of the crime
You're killers
Killers
Killers
Without a fucking spine
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Rosedale
05:55
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(Rosedale)
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8. |
Tree of Kings
05:50
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The tree of kings
Standing tall on Buck's Hill
Looking out over the town
Surveying the landscape
A source of power and serenity
Our connection to the roots
The roots of paganism
Felt here in the central reaches
The tree of kings
A memory of fellowship
The silent nights of winters past
Engraved upon my memory
Where now is the prince of the copse?
Felled by foes this winter past
Now only the stump remains
Now only a ghost of pain
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9. |
Legacy in Birch
04:41
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The maritime archaic peoples
No longer living
Extinct as a culture
They left their legacy behind
In the ground
Where their bones are found
Forever remembered
As the children of the sea
Their birch tree heritage
Red ochre
Painted faces
Ancient spirits
A deceased identity
The mountains bear scars
The earth bears skulls
Arrowheads with dried blood
In a wigwam on the shore
Honored now
In name only
Maritime archaic
Echoes through eternity
Their legacy in birch
The trays of family traditions
Left to petrify in cold dirt
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10. |
Rusted Railway
05:49
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A relic left behind
From colonial times
Remnants remaining
Rusting away
No wealth to pay the toll
For the rails of ages old
Fading into rust
Crumbling to dust
The rusted railway
Tatters across the island
The rusted railway
The pride of Newfoundland
Gone are the days
Filed away in history
The metal has succumbed
To the annals of time
The rusted railway
Tatters across the island
The rusted railway
The pride of Newfoundland
It came through here once
Now only a ghost train
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11. |
Ethereal Waves
05:24
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Time, we haven’t got much of it
Love, depends on how you view it
So how will you spend it?
When they both have a limit?
Ethereal waves
Wash upon the shore
I spent my time with them
I know their truth
Loss, time defines how we see it
Life, love creates why we live it
So how will you spend it?
When they both have a limit?
Ethereal waves
Carry me home
We spent our time with them
They know my truth
Ethereal Waves
Carry me home
We spent our time with them
They know my truth
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12. |
Decaying in the Deep
05:09
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Old and grey
Wither away
The slow decay
Of waves
In the sea
Off the shore
In the trees
Barnacle bore
Dying slow
Wet below
Dry above
In tiny cove
Ocean cave
Wood bone enclave
Past engraved
Drowning grave
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13. |
Adieu to Flat Island
07:35
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A short while ago I said my goodbye
To Flat Island, the place I held dear
And now I must try to break all the ties
But it’s hard to pretend I don’t care
Flat Island is found in Bonavista North
Populated by hard working men
Without seeking praise or reward for their worth
They worked earnestly till the end
Oft times in my dreams I return there
To the place as it was years ago
When the strong active men worked on without fear
Never thinking their homes had to go
On the island all men worked together
To help out each neighbor and friend
In hot, cold, dry or wet weather
They were there willing hands quick to lend
These were fine God-fearing people
And I’m sure they thanked him each day
For sending them so many blessings
That helped to enlighten their way
It’s so sad to think about, that the island
Once so happy and bright
Now very soon will be deserted
Silent day following silent night
For poor fishery brought them discouragement
And the people decided to go
To a place where there would be no promises
And prosperity they could again know
We’ll always remember the island
And regard it as home sweet home
Though throughout many lands we many wander
We’ll think of it wherever we roam
So it’s adieu to my birthplace
To the place I had lived without fear
And forever in dreams I’ll remember
And return to it year by year
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14. |
The Old Mill
10:31
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Ancient structure
The old mill still
Stands tall over
Glovertown
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15. |
Willower
05:22
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When I was a boy
My world seemed so big
A day was a thousand years
And my father said to me
Son, this is our home
You'll always have a place to live
And once we're dead and gone
You'll have a place to rest your head
Now I'm a young man
And I don't have enough time to kill
Where did it all go wrong
I guess only time will tell
I lost my way
I need to make a reclamation
I've lost my path in life
Because time is intimidation
Where is the house on the hill?
Where is the willow tree?
They're back at the top of the ridge
Where the specters are waiting for me
Where is the house on the hill?
Where is the willow tree?
They're back at the top of the ridge
Where the specters are waiting for me
Sure you've got twenty years
Before the call of the grave
I want to make it up
For all the selfish ways that I behaved
I know you'll always love me
This will be my home
Will I ever be at peace with that?
Or am I too far gone?
Where is the house on the hill?
Where is the willow tree?
They're back at the top of the ridge
Where the specters are waiting for me
Where is the house on the hill?
Where is the willow tree?
They're back at the top of the ridge
Where the specters are waiting for me
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Viridian Records is a collective of artists from Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada who create and perform dark music that
reflects the isolated vibes of the province.
The genres represented by Viridian Records span from black metal to stoner rock to ambient and dungeon synth and hardcore punk to mysterious electronica.
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