1. |
The Year Of Fear
06:54
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Oh dear, it is the year
The year when tides of fear
Swallow the shores of love
A bed becomes a home
When the world grows much too cold
When the nightmares take hold
The end has come . . .
Cut a hole so we can breathe
Cut a hole so we can see
So that we can watch them bleed
A pocket for every gun
I see you in everyone
Oh God, “What have I done?!”
The end has come . . .
Still on fire . . . still on fire
When will this be done?
Still on fire . . . I’m still on fire!
Please let this be done
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2. |
Cemetery Guards
04:47
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Man the bridges
Guard the grave
They’re getting hungry
They’re getting brave
The matter is grave . . .
The rats have eaten our bread
Now they sleep in our bed
The matter is grave . . .
With gaunt, boneyard stares
We devour our ancestors
The matter is grave . . .
The guards are helpless
They can’t be saved
They’re jumping from bridges!
They’re digging up graves!
The matter is grave . . .
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3. |
Keep Those Stones Up
07:25
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Keep those stones up, keep them high
Don’t let them fall to your side
If they do, for if they do . . .
That’s the end of you
I’ve been tied and I’ve been free—
I can hide, inside me
Why don’t you tell me what you have to say
Why don’t you give me a few names
A few names, a few streets
A few places you boys meet
I don’t want to have to hurt you more than I do
Please boys, don’t make me have to hurt you
I’ve been tied and I’ve been free—
I can hide, inside me
Keep those stones up, keep them high
Keep those stones up boys
Keep those stones up, keep them high
Don’t let them fall to your side
If they do, for if they do . . .
That’s the end of you
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4. |
L'Atalante
03:42
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When you open your eyes underwater
Who do you see underwater—
No one you say
It’s just empty and grey, this can’t be
Won’t you open your eyes underwater?
Please, won’t you open your eyes!
They must be closed . . .
If you would open them, I know you’d see me
If you would open your eyes underwater
If you’d just open your eyes underwater
You’d see me there—gasping for air . . . gasping for air
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5. |
Rosabelle Believe
03:42
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6. |
Anchorites
04:41
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Seeing you here
Your face, your style—
Your shadow of comfort
It’s been awhile
Over the tears
I’ve been passing the time
With dry conversation
With bottles of wine
Hands in my lap
I am counting the days
Till this sharpening panic goes away
A knock at the door—
The requiem drum
Paces the distance
Of worlds to come
In passing the anchorites
Find shelter from the light
We’re the anchorites of the night
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7. |
Hell Fuck
03:00
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It was supposed to take my mind off of things
Now it’s just giving me bad dreams
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. . . . It’s not ok!
That was fucking hell
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8. |
The Mark
03:41
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Everything you see . . . is because of me
The angels were no match for me
They were rotting in the air we breathe
My demons have heard your plea
The angels were no match for me
The School of Dark . . . has left its mark
You make me sick!
I never asked for this
The priestess was no match for me
The bloodied virgin's muted screams
Sounded through the midnight trees
The priestess was no match for me
The School of Dark . . . has left its mark
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9. |
Sacred Awe
05:25
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The churchman is trembling—
Filled with empty prayers for the living
Falling skies ahead
And nothing to comfort the dead
The churchman is trembling
I count the spells controlling me—
One by one, they won’t let me be
Remember the days when
We rehearsed the assassination
Goddamn the spells controlling me!
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10. |
Lucy (Bonus Track)
08:40
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Lucy
Tell me, where have you been?
It’s 4am
Lucy
You’re shaking out of control
Are you feeling cold?
Why are you crying?
Your makeup is a mess
It’s all over your face and your dress
This shit’s not working
Nothing has changed
I still feel the same
Lucy
Stop your scratching
You’ll break the skin
You’ll start bleeding again
Lucy
Will you be leaving
When it’s all gone?
Will you be moving on?
Mr. Stockhausen did you dance—
Or was the movement only in your head?
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It’s getting closer
It’s getting brighter
When do we begin to fall?
The further we go
The less we know
This might be our curtain call
Is this the last time?
Should we say our goodbyes?
Please be the last the time
I don’t have another try
Among the houses
I have wandered
Criticizing my own mind
When the day is done
And we step into the sun
They’ll remember that we tried
Is this the last time?
Should we say our goodbyes?
Please be the last the time
I don’t have another try
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12. |
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Think of some medication
Leave me be
Let me sleep
Remedy your situation
I can’t be
what you need
The drapery is covering the sun
Keeping me from everyone
Is this it?
Am I done?
Talk to me, I’m tired—
I can’t sleep
Please talk to me!
My mind a funeral pyre
This can’t be what you need
The drapery is covering the sun
Keeping me from everyone
Is this it?
Am I done?
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13. |
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This is getting serious—
The serpents are among us
I keep finding your hairpins in the sheets
The scent of sweat and skin won’t leave
They tell me it’s supposed to hurt
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Ritual Howls Detroit, Michigan
Ritual Howls create a cinematic blend of twangy industrial-rock that could fuel a post-apocalyptic dancefloor. A collaboration between Paul Bancell (vocals, guitar), Chris Samuels (synth, samples, drum machine), and Ben Saginaw (bass), the Detroit trio create expansive arrangements sculpted with masterful production. ... more
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