1. |
Voice of the Cosmos
01:27
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(Instrumental)
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2. |
Chronicle of an Age
05:25
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From no deeper depths
Arose sounds of malice
Purest evil in its truest form
Nihilistic to the point of Armageddon
Incomparable to all else
The most versatile of all hatred
Crafted by merciless hands
In retaliation against the world
A world of utter scum
Puked forth from the cunt of existence
Never asking to be here
But remaining to convey this message
Hopelessness is your only salvation
Realize what we were born to be
Being desolate is all we know
Take that for what you will
Incomparable to all else
The most versatile of all hatred
Crafted by merciless hands
In retaliation against the world
A world of utter scum
Puked forth from the cunt of existence
Never asking to be here
But remaining to convey this message
I have chronicled this age
To preserve this message
Understand where it all came from
Understand where it’s all going
Incomparable to all else
The most versatile of all hatred
Crafted by merciless hands
In retaliation against the world
A world of utter scum
Puked forth from the cunt of existence
Never asking to be here
But remaining to convey this message
Lost in a world
That was never built for us
We don’t belong here
And so we preach our lonely gospel
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3. |
Straight Jacket Fetish
05:50
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Without a word uttered in self-defense
Tossed from your home in total ignorance
No way, nowhere, no how, no knowhow of this curse
Sanity’s a malady that from your mind has been dispersed
Tell me, my good sir, what’s the price for just a look?
Don’t worry my good man, this is all quite by the book
The cost for such perversion is just a human brain
Snuffed of all memories for some unwanted fame
The more insane they are the better we like ‘em
Strap ‘em in the electric chair so prying eyes can ignite them
Is it just me or do my waking eyes deceive me
Nobody on the outside world would ever truly believe me
If I ever told them that this system is needing
Because this asylum is an abusive ground for breeding
Victorian ethics are plague on all damselkind
No boundaries for faux-doctoral probes burrowed in the mind
Vile worlds spin relentlessly inside her head
As screws and plates and bolts are fastened to her skull as she lies in bed
Enter the catatonic state of the lobotomite
She has now become the prized possession of the psycho-sodomite
Wishing only for death in the solitary cell
Needed some desperate escape from this cold waking Hell
The only relief comes in the form of a steel blade’s gleam
For she has no mouth and she must scream
Even after suicide has stripped her soul without remorse
The attendants of the cell block neglect to bury her rotting corpse
The doctors and the nurses each have their horrid way
In the cell where she lived and died her body will have to stay
But now the ethereal wisps of her consciousness remain
Her ghastly heart filled to the brim with wretched disdain
Her intention to haunt these halls and drive the staff to insanity
Starting with the doctor for his necrophilic vanity
After murdering the doctor from her residence in the afterlife
The spirit wanders down the hall, her bloody hands grasping a knife
She stabs and cuts and maims her way through these lightless halls
And castrates every orderly with a swift slice to the balls
This structure once was meant to be a haven for the unstable
But all the patients became cattle and the asylum became their stable
Such a horrible outcome from something who’s intention became vile
There’s no escape inside the bars, you’re gonna be here for a while
Every girl here suffers the same fate
Doomed to die once they enter the gate
Drill a hole in her head
Strap her to the bed
Left there as a fucking toy until the day she’s dead
The public has no idea
Of what goes on in here
Bleed her body dry
No tongue to deny
When all is said and done she can’t even fucking cry
Stripped, raped and strangled every day
By the gods, she’s gonna make them pay
Murdered into a ghost
Her knife a dread riposte
This clinic has become a grand tomb by the coast
In this incorporeal form
No binding garments can hold back her storm
Slicing through the guards
With serrated metal shards
She leaves a hundred bodies dead, broken and scarred
Straight jacket fetish
Straight jacket fetish
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4. |
Ebola Death Cult
06:17
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Are you afraid yet?
Fear the pandemic
Disease spreading in the east
Africa under destruction
Virus, rampancy
The plague shall spread
Consuming the west
Fear the oncoming storm
Make peace with your death
The plague shall spread
Consuming the west
Fear the oncoming storm
Make peace with your death
Invention of the white man
False claim, a hoax
Vilify the plague goddess
Ebola-Chan, your host
Invention of the white man
False claim, a hoax
Vilify the plague goddess
Ebola-Chan, your host
Ebola death cult
The epidemic is isolated
Ebola death cult
But retain your fear
Ebola death cult
The epidemic is isolated
Ebola death cult
But retain your fear
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5. |
Salute the Black Flag
03:09
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Too Old Too Cold speaks true to me
Ain’t no fuckin’ sounds like shit from ‘93
In My Kingdom Cold, the best goddamned riff
Like a Graveyard Slut I’m blue and stiff
Dunkelheit the loudest storm
From fuckin’ Antarctica I was born
Humming the riffs from Welcome to Hell
In this forest of Black Metal where I fuckin’ dwell
Salute the black flag!
Salute the black flag!
Nobody thunders quite like Fenriz or Horgh
With these fuckin’ sounds kill all metalcore
Don’t forget to give the she wolves credit too
The banshees in Gallhammer are too brutal for you
Getting drunk and howling at the fuckin’ Freezing Moon
One Rode to Asa Bay never came on too fuckin’ soon
May Dead and Euronymous rust in fuckin’ peace
In the name of all that’s evil this music will never cease
Salute the black flag!
Salute the black flag!
Salute the black flag!
Salute the black flag!
Onielar is a goddess of hate
With Satan her music shall procreate
Nocturno Culto’s got a gnarly tone
Darkthrone’s always playing when I’m getting stoned
Abbath reigns in Blashyrkh, a realm of snow and ice
Varg’s a prick, he makes me sick but his music’s pretty nice
Neige makes some of the best blackgaze around
I wish him and Audrey Sylvain were still making sounds
Part of me wonders what good ol’ Quorthon would say
If he was around to see the state of black metal today
I guess I’ve told all that I’ve got to tell
I can’t wait to die so that Venom can welcome me to Hell
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6. |
The Great Skeleton War
08:01
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
Whiskey Princess
05:27
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Drunk as fuck on a Friday night
Uncork the flask in the lunar light
Take a big old dirty swig
Then turn and ask your nearest friend for a cig
Dancing past the sensible time of the clock
To the wild beat of this blackened rock
Beer, we’re all burning brighter
Vodka, waste the night away
Wine, makes your world feel righter
Forget the sorrows of yesterday
Rum, down the hatch with all of it
Tequila, someone’s getting ready to fight
Cider, the sweetest taste of freedom
In the hot winds of a Summer’s night
You’re a whiskey princess
Swaying under cloudless skies
You’re a whiskey princess
When times are low you always get high
You’re a whiskey princess
Clad in leather in the halls of our death
You’re a whiskey princess
The alcohol scent lingers on your breath
Out in the wild the distillery calls
To a cabin in the woods, in for the long haul
Fire up the generator and let there be booze
Pass out piss wasted in the arms of your muse
Beer, we’re all burning brighter
Vodka, waste the night away
Wine, makes your world feel righter
Forget the sorrows of yesterday
Rum, down the hatch with all of it
Tequila, someone’s getting ready to fight
Cider, the sweetest taste of freedom
In the hot winds of a Summer’s night
You’re a whiskey princess
Swaying under cloudless skies
You’re a whiskey princess
When times are low you light it up and get high
You’re a whiskey princess
Clad in leather in halls of our death
You’re a whiskey princess
The scent of alcohol is on your breath
We’re drunk as fuck!
You’re a whiskey princess
Swaying under cloudless skies
You’re a whiskey princess
When times are low you light it up and get high
You’re a whiskey princess
Clad in leather in halls of our death
You’re a whiskey princess
The scent of alcohol lingers on your breath
You’re a whiskey princess
Swaying under cloudless skies
You’re a whiskey princess
When times are low you light it up and get high
You’re a whiskey princess
Clad in leather in halls of our death
You’re a whiskey princess
The scent of alcohol lingers on your breath
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8. |
Freezing Rain
02:08
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(Instrumental)
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9. |
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From a spit of land I was born
Unbeknownst to the world at large
A forgotten realm in the North Atlantic
The first fortress against the ocean storms
November frost etched upon my soul
Lost nostalgia in bogs of woe
Drunken nights in a desolate shed
Spending time amongst the wooden dead
Raise your glasses, screech them in
Welcome home to Newfoundland!
Raise your glasses, screech them in
Welcome home to Newfoundland!
Heritage is lost and muddied to some
But for us it’s not forgotten
Amid the ragged cliffs of southeast shores
Our true identity shall be restored
Unique to this island
We’ve been born and bred into a culture
Raised on waves and wild weather
We are the lost folk that bear Canadian scars
Raise your glasses, screech them in
Welcome home to Newfoundland!
Raise your glasses, screech them in
Welcome home to Newfoundland!
True!
Newfoundland!
Black metal!
The salt of the sea flows through my veins
Nobody else can comprehend our ways
Only those who dwell in fog understand
The way that this land makes your spirit wane
Raise your glasses, screech them in
Welcome home to Newfoundland!
Raise your glasses, screech them in
Welcome home to Newfoundland!
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10. |
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In the garden of Eden
There slithered a ponderous snake
Writhing through the branches
Of the Tree of Knowledge from which Eve the fruit would take
The serpent was the devil incarnate
And for the first man and woman he had a scheme
A way to make them abandon God
A foolhardy decision … or so it would seem
Once Eve took the apple from the branches
And she took a bite of the forbidden fruit
Soon all things unknown became known
And she felt shame to learn that she was in the nude
Adam and Eve
The first man, the first woman
Unbridled by heavenly constraint
Free to try the things that God said they couldn’t
Adam and Eve
Consumed by serpentine lust
Entwined in the forests of Eden
Discarding all of their maker’s trust
The couple lay there
Beneath the boughs of the primordial trees
Moaning loudly in the throes of passion
The primal lust made them both weak at the knees
Adam gave one final thrust
Eve felt intense waves of pleasure
But God was not impressed by their debauched display
And from the Garden of Eden he severed their tether
Cast out into the world on their own
No heavenly father to watch after them
Free to spread their carousal throughout the world
And for this gift they prayed to the serpent ‘Amen!’
Adam and Eve
The first man, the first woman
Unbridled by heavenly constraint
Free to try the things that God said they couldn’t
Adam and Eve
Consumed by serpentine lust
Entwined in the forests of Eden
Discarding all of their maker’s trust
Adam and Eve
The first man, the first woman
Unbridled by heavenly constraint
Free to try the things that God said they couldn’t
Adam and Eve
Consumed by serpentine lust
Entwined in the forests of Eden
Discarding all of their maker’s trust
Spreading the lust across this world
An orgy of indulgence has been unfurled
Everybody wants to fuck
So get down on your knees and start to suck
Puritanism is a plague on mankind
Primal desire is the product of a free mind
So give in to what you crave the most
And moan your praises to the Satanic host
Adam and Eve
The first man, the first woman
Unbridled by heavenly constraint
Free to try the things that God said they couldn’t
Adam and Eve
Consumed by serpentine lust
Entwined in the forests of Eden
Discarding all of their maker’s trust
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11. |
Sovngarde
07:44
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The Imperials think us all lawless beasts, I’m proof of their ignorance.
I have walked
For so many days and nights
Across the tundra lands
With my sword
And shield of iron
Held in both my hands
A Stormcloak
That’s what they call me
A true Nordic son
Cloaked in blue
The bear upon my cuirass
This war shall be won
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
I was killed
An arrow through my chest
Upon the battlefield
To the gods
Went my soul to rest
Before Ysmir I kneel
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
From Haafingar
Through Whiterun to the Rift
I fought many a foe
On mountainsides
And plains of golden grass
I fought through rain and snow
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
But now I am celestial
In the halls of the gods
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
Victory or Sovngarde
That is what we demand
We are Ulfric’s vanguard
And Skyrim is our land
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12. |
Those Who Die Shall Live
02:41
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There’s a thunderhead on the move
Staring at me, from across the way it looms
A premonition of my own doom come to pass
When it reaches me and rain falls on the grass
It tells me those who die shall live
And all who take will be forced to give
So who am I to tell you what that means?
Get the Hell out of here, please just leave me be
I’ve got my source of anger, sadness and hate
There’s no room for joy in this palace that I’ve made
When you see thunder you’ll know what I have done
When you see lightning you’ll know that I am gone
Some place that’s far better than here
If you wish to follow me just look in the mirror
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13. |
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Represent your soul within these woods
Connect to the soil, remove your boots
Feel the dirt between your toes
Allow the spirit to flow through your exposed skin
The essence of the natural world is within you
Remove your garments, discard them amongst the trees
Gently caress the leaves, feeling the touch of their skin
The limbs of Mother Nature bestowing her softest grasp
Fall back, allow yourself to be free
You will be caught by the softest moss
Lie there, free, uncovered, held in her arms
Epiphany reached
You will understand this feeling now
Give in to temptation
The serpent exists within us all
You must simply let him escape
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14. |
I Want to Die
04:38
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(Instrumental)
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Viridian Records St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
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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