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Under the Fallen Sky

by Mistwalker

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(Instrumental)
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Frostjaw 04:54
Frostjaw Abominable creature A horror of horrors A beast dragged up from the depths of the night The raggedy cranium Wearing rusted titanium Alloy adorned with the crosses of paganism What a horrible sight to see With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me What a wicked and hateful disease That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased Abominable creature A horror of horrors A beast dragged up from the depths of the night The raggedy cranium Wearing rusted titanium Alloy adorned with the crosses of paganism What a horrible sight to see With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me What a wicked and hateful disease That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased What a horrible sight to see With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me What a wicked and hateful disease That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased Frostjaw Frostjaw Frostjaw Frostjaw What a horrible sight to see With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me What a wicked and hateful disease That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased What a horrible sight to see With the eyes of a devil that has come to take me What a wicked and hateful disease That infects its mind and body with the dead and deceased
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I am lost in the dead zone The wretched cold strikes at my face Causing the scars of never Frigid lacerations, adorning my tired husk Bloodied eyes Coldish tails Whipping fervently Cat o nine tails Of frozen water Bloodied eyes Coldish tails Whipping fervently Cat o nine tails Of frozen water The frozen soil, the frozen soul I enter into my own world The entirety of my lost road Open the gate I walk to death’s colliding arms Stuck in the fire The burning frostbite all over my skin
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Sourfog 08:11
Walking lightly in the fog The taste so bitter on my tongue No road in front of me No hands beneath my wrists Where has it all gone? Swallowed by this sheet In a realm of nothingness Where only I dwell in sorrow Walking lightly in the fog The taste so bitter on my tongue No road in front of me No hands beneath my wrists Where has it all gone? Swallowed by this sheet In a realm of nothingness Where only I dwell in sorrow I cannot see I cannot feel The world around me feels so empty I cannot hear I cannot be There is nothing around me I cannot see I cannot feel The world around me feels so empty I cannot hear I cannot be There is nothing around me Encapsulated in this sour fog
5.
Hollow Earth 03:04
Sphere of green Sphere of blue Son and mother, both External life Internal death Life after death No such thing Why exist? Not for it The lake of fire Devouring sinners The frozen final circle Satan’s clamping jaws Reeling in agony Beneath soil Of this hollow Earth? Of this rotten Earth? Neither matters Neither matters
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When the empty shell of a life now lost Timbers to the earth in a shattering cataclysm Is the vapor pierced with a cry of death Or do the branches fall on senses of the deaf? When the limbs are drenched in the dew of dawn And buds and acorns wreak scents of ages past Does the common man transcend the instinct Or will he set a fire within the beating heart of life? The damp forest cries in anguish Waves of red lash at the branches Dunes of august lacerate the bark Machine of man reaps doom in its wake An ocean upon land Giver of life to the children Burned at the stake By those who it helped raise
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The hammer of God The hammer of Satan Smash together in a vehement clash Rebound of metal Resounding throughout the universe The hammer of God The hammer of Satan Smash together in a vehement clash Rebound of metal Resounding throughout the universe Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war The one swarm to be remembered forever Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war The Tempest Of Locusts has arrived The hammer of God The hammer of Satan Smash together in a vehement clash Rebound of metal Resounding throughout the universe Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war The one swarm to be remembered forever Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war The Tempest Of Locusts has arrived Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war The one swarm to be remembered forever Forged from the fire of holy, unholy war The Tempest Of Locusts has arrived
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As I walk through the dense cold I feel the heat of a thousand suns It burns my flesh down to the bone This is how I know my life is done Walking the coldness The perpetual task Walking the coldness The die is cast At the dawn of every single day I must endure the harshness of ice Trudge through the pale ground Survive that single shade of white Walking the coldness The perpetual task Walking the coldness The die is cast My destination is in my sight As I struggle against the afterlife Death’s fingers claw at my back I’m nearly done when I fade to black Walking the coldness The perpetual task Walking the coldness The die is cast
9.
Spiders in the soul Crawling spindly Spinnerets The tangled web they weave Legs so furious Creeping in the black Crawling their way back Venomous fluid Injects into my bloodstream Arachnophobia again Arachnid pest Pestilence past Find my soul And wretch them cast Arachnid pest Pestilence past Find my soul And wretch them cast Scorpions might Stabbing endless my chest My arthropodic coffin Rotten wood so black The noir right of life The pinching, the poking Eternal anguish I must escape this prison Claw at the cover Burst my way out
10.
Midnight The hour is early The full moon caresses the sky In a painful blinding symmetry It is beautiful One in the night The hour is early The full moon transcribes westward Path leading to the horizons It is beautiful Two in the night The hour is early The full moon embarks on the journey Clinging to the cliffs of the black It is beautiful Three in the night The hour is median The full moon has disengaged its home Falling fast from its perfect location It is beautiful Four in the night The hour is median The full moon falls crashing down Rocketing towards the shade of the west It is beautiful Five in the night The hour grows late The owl’s crow grows restless As the moon begins to fade from existence It is beautiful Six in the night The hour grows late The owl’s crow wanes in the void The moonlight fails us below It is beautiful Seven AM The hour is gone And the owl’s crow has vanished Never to be seen again Tears adorn my sorrowful eyes I endure the daylight once again
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Where sky, land and water embrace as old friends The crystalline shimmering of a surface left unbroken The thickening green rolling ‘cross the landscape The upward beyond glistening in waning brightness Collapsing together in an amalgam of natural splendor Greens and blues and grays and whites Nature’s canvas which she designs her masterpiece upon Wiping the floor with an infinite viridian Decorating the ceiling with swirls of gray above Staining the land with the blood of Mother Earth The bloodied path of a season long gone A road of destruction in the wake of scarlet death The prolonged agony of a repeated funeral procession As life fades from our eyes, replaced by the frost Permafrost and sheets of necrotic pale drench the canvas Limbs brittle and dry crumble around snowscapes Remnants of an era passed by ages ago The land has died once again The land has died once again The land has died once again The land has died once again The land has died once again
12.
Beneath the limbs of the crooked forest In the nightside eclipse of the shadowed trees Frostbitten in the dead cold of the midwinter My soul yearns for a return to the history Under broken branches The shadows dance Gnarled in the moonlight Frozen in the cold of time Shadows dance, gnarled in the moonlight Blackened shades upon the glistening blue ice The floor of the forest is sprinkled with mist Sparkling eternally in the glory of the white sphere Under broken branches The shadows dance Gnarled in the moonlight Frozen in the cold of time I live no life I die no death Locked in stasis Within my ashen tomb Landscape so white Where I dwell Choosing this path No regret for the fall With steady hands I trudge through the snowfall Foot before foot, embracing the wintery solitude Savoring every step that crunches through the permafrost The crushing on snowflakes beneath my mighty heel Under broken branches The shadows dance Gnarled in the moonlight Frozen in the cold of time They say things lurk in the crooked forest Nameless things, horrible things I pray to whatever gods I shall worship that we meet For I fear that these things may be me Under broken branches The shadows dance Gnarled in the moonlight Frozen in the cold of time Under broken branches The shadows dance Gnarled in the moonlight Frozen in the cold of time

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The debut album from Newfoundland-based black metal project Mistwalker.

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released July 30, 2013

Greg R. Sweetapple - All Instruments, Album Artwork, Production

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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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