When Bitter Spring Sleeps - Coven Of The Wolves - 2013, MP3, 320 kbps

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When Bitter Spring Sleeps / Coven Of The Wolves

Жанр: Atmospheric Black Metal
Страна: USA
Год издания: 2013
Аудиокодек: MP3
Тип рипа: tracks
Битрейт аудио: 320 kbps
Продолжительность: 49:42
Наличие сканов в содержимом раздачи: нет

Треклист:

1. Like a Flame in the Fields (8:57)
2. Rest in the Ground (9:53)
3. Crossing Paths (0:37)
4. Coven of the Wolves (8:15)
5. Tomorrow Tribe (1:17)
6. The sky has not always been this way (11:52)
7. Homestead Hailstorm (8:51)

Тексты:
[spoiler="1. Like a Flame in the Fields"]
The wind is an old man
creeping and bold
he's silent and swift
his blood runs cold

Enough of your sorrow!
Enough of your fear!
Return to the green heart
in the new frontier

We've honored your gods
far too long
and now we sing
the Earth's own song

Wait for the rain
cold grey clouds
we raise our young
strong and proud

We fight a new war
within our souls
our hearts burn
like a flame in the fields
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[spoiler="2. Rest in the Ground"]
I fear nothing
with the sky up above me
and the dark ground below
I fear nothing!

why do you condemn
the ground you walk upon?
why poison the soil
that brings you life?

there is magic in these trees
and lost wisdom
no longer able to see
through your sleeping eyes

Denial cannot save thee
from the blackness of the earth!
Green life now from open mouth
not the lies as told in life

You claim to be immortal now
sanctuary from reasoning
but you'll die like the rest of us!
the rest in the ground

I planted my thoughts
in this cold dark ground
I hear the whispering of trees
secret voice of the land below

Each time I try to catch the wind
every try it escapes from me
but this is my time my century
a mere moment in an eternity

I want to melt into the Earth
a return to the green heart
the black soil of her womb
and the silence of my tomb

you claim to be immortal now
sanctuary from reasoning
but you'll die like the rest of us
and rest in the ground

this Pagan ground

this Heathen ground

the leaves lie broken and brown
upon this dormant ground
this midnight wind
blows so cold and lonely

oh we'll all be there
beneath the old trees
in the warm breeze
without a care

there is truth in the soil
a mystical alchemy
an infinite dream
of which we shall all be

only a spark in time
separate from earth and sky
a pure and great freedom!
a cycle eternal

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow
and I am in them and that is eternity"
-Edvard Munch
[/spoiler]
[spoiler="4. Coven of he Wolves"]
He is father to the mighty wolves
raising only grey sons
Hidden deep in forgotten lands
in caverns there he feeds revenge

An army of silent predators
a hundred thousand heartbeats strong
To the cry of the midnight owl
he sets his children free

The coming of the wolves

The coven of the wolves

Skies once cloudy with industrial death
Scarlet moon clear above the mountains black
Hammer of hearts and steaming breath
They thunder into nighttime fields

To conquer this world of man
a ravenous sea of blood and fangs
Flames rise from once-holy spires
to decimate their hollow lives!

Pouring from blackend spaces
between these towers of green
Streaming forth in deadly silence
tearing veins and ripping throats

The coming of the wolves

The coven of the wolves

Take back their hunting grounds
Reclaim their fatherlands
Grey storm surges
cloaked in robes of Mother Night

Seething in silence
Red eyes gleam burning fire
Black and grey the horde comes
howling with eternal glory

skies once cloudy with industrial death
scarlet moon clear above the mountains black
hammer of hearts and steaming breath
howling with eternal night

to conquer this world of man
a ravenous sea of blood and fang
flames rise from once-holy spires
to decimate their hollow lives!
[/spoiler]
[spoiler="6. The Sky Has Not Always Been This Way"]
See them fall
in drawings on cave walls
from centuries gone
their history fading

Oh how they rose
in grandeur and majesty!
But their magick was too strong
It dragged them down and they drowned
in their own greed for more
Their hunger for wisdom

and the old ones they say
that the sky has not always been this grey

They held their words in their hands
sent knowledge through sky and light
but forgotten their Mother
their place in the web of this ancient way

A tenuous grasp of a small part of Nature
and a future they'd never live to see
Razed forests for towers
but the waters came rushing in

Oh how they shone
in grandeur and majesty!
but their magick was too strong
it dragged them down and they drowned
in their own greed for more
and a future they'd never live to see

And the old ones say that the
sky has not always been this way

Look beyond these sands my sons
and gaze into the past centuries forever lost
A time where seasons thrived
in light of a brilliant sun

But rang aloud a clamor of greed
A foul and odorous blood they drained it dry
and choked the light from their skies

All reason came to an end
while cowering in sterile tombs
Their seasons came to an end

This is the wherefore we break our backs
to wrest life from this soil
and attend to the beat of Her feeble heart
I beseech that your sons will know as well
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