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Prelude: 1933-1944
01:25
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Hour of the Omen
04:04
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Seeds planted in bloodshed gave rise to the tyrant;
The icon of horror, force, fierce as a lion.
Divided the nations consumed by their passion
wrought forth a destruction that burned through the world.
A thousand flags risen in call to arms
A war to end all wars.
As nations clash and the body count rises;
the cries of the victims are drowned in the sirens
The roots of our world torn asunder left barren.
Lost souls of this anguish left broken disparaged.
Corrupt politicians spurred racial dividence.
In protest and riot, injustice and violence,
The seeds that had sprouted drew strength from the blood
that had painted all Europe by the Fuhrer himself
Blood stained trenches mark the valleys with sorrow
The bodies of comrades left rotting and hollow
The rats feast on spoils of those long left forgotten
Sun rising and falling; history begotten
As nations clash and the body count rises;
the cries of the victims are drowned in the sirens
The roots of our world torn asunder left barren.
Lost souls of this anguish left broken disparaged.
A call to war,
bands of brothers by blood.
United by ties that course fierce as a flood.
Press forward and onward and into the fight.
We are the chosen, allotted, lone soldiers of light.
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3. |
Sacrificer
03:32
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Harsh wind and bitter cold.
Earth frozen hard as stone.
No hope for refuge in this blight,
exposed to bulletstorm.
Red stains, embellished markings,
the artist's brush; a trigger pull.
Crosshairs like wings of death,
angels of darkness claim many souls.
Mines send men home.
Wires cut to bone.
Lead rains down death.
Blood in each step.
Lives lost,
Consumed by darkness.
In arms,
They made their sacrifice.
We’ll fight,
For those forgotten.
I am the curse, I am the cure, I am the sacrificer
We’ve stormed the hill,
flags in the dirt.
Through heavy loss,
now mount the turret.
The walls loom high above us now,
“rally the recon, commence the scout”
“Heads to the dirt, keep wary eye,
Snipers above, as vultures fly”
Lives lost,
Consumed by darkness.
In arms,
They made their sacrifice.
We’ll fight,
For those forgotten.
I am the curse, I am the cure, I am the sacrificer
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4. |
The Dragon's Den
04:05
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Steady your mind.
Push out the pain.
Enact your resolution
Back to the hilltop
Eyes forward, don’t stop
Soldier, take my arm show me the way
My vision is fading
Mind scattered it’s racing
Pressing weight on the crimson stain that spreads with each breathe I pass
My sight is slowly fading,
I feel the darkness closing in.
My heartbeat faintly racing,
I feel that this shall be my end.
These words,
Shall stand a testament.
For in death in there is glory.
In peace i shall transcend.
Blood pooling.
Death looming.
The hourglass is turned and my moments are numbered.
There is no escape, this wound seals my fate.
I will not be unheard as my soul fades to grey.
My sight is slowly fading,
I feel the darkness closing in.
My heartbeat faintly racing,
I feel that this shall be my end.
These words,
Shall stand a testament.
For in death in there is glory.
In peace i shall transcend.
Embarked across Europe,
these words were traversed.
To the hands of his son,
who’s voice trembled when versed.
“Father, please hear me!
There is no peace in death.
Grief clouding my conscious,
darkness rises instead.”
This fight is not mine
This pain cuts to bone
Now I must face death in a land far from home
With fear as my bridle.
Tears fall from my face.
My father.
Forgive me.
For weak is my faith.
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5. |
Brothers of Bloodshed
03:33
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I cannot go, I cannot face this death.
Why should I pay for those who have let themselves fall victim to their own demons?
Why do I fear this tribulation?
Are my hands clean of all bloodshed?
I feel I cannot purge these crimson stains.
For too long apathy has been my maiden.
I’ve covered my head at the prospect of facing death.
Eye for an eye, I will be their vengeance.
I will awake, this is my time; now you will answer to me
I can’t sit by while loved ones die.
These final words beneath my eyes.
It was reluctance that held the trigger.
All fate aside, I’ll steel my vigour.
A family's bond is never broken.
My rage enriched, through kindred stolen.
For too long apathy has been my maiden
I’ve covered my head at the prospect of facing death
Eye for an eye, I will be their vengeance
I will awake, this is my time; now you will answer to me.
I can no longer sit in silence.
As the world around me like a vice draws closed.
Father hear me.
I fight for thee.
Blood for blood shed
Brother in death
Your hand guide me.
Taken blindly.
Rage like a flood.
Brother in blood.
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6. |
Mist
01:19
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June 5, 1944:
Operation Overlord begins tomorrow. We received the message from an M.T.B. that departure is at 12.30. My heart years to fight, yet I am still unwilling. I know that it is my duty to divide my fear from my resolve and yet I seem to not have the will. Since my father’s death I have had a yearning to enact my vengeance, but how does one bring down an ideology? The lives of many have been lost in pursuit of this goal. Our enemy feels as I do, that they must be avenged and so I know my resolve must be certain. Tomorrow shall be a day of death and a day of glory. Whether for me or the enemy, I know not.
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7. |
The Sentinel
03:59
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Doors drop as hell unfolds.
Earth shaking; the mortar takes it’s toll.
Behind the barricade the waves run red.
Upon the shore they crash a crimson rose of death.
The bodies of my brothers impede my passage through the fray.
Cold, lifeless, left forgotten; drown within their watery graves.
Boots on the bloody sand.
Press on and take your stand.
Hold fast your fellow man.
Through blood and battle born again.
Gore spattered battle ground.
Men lost never to be found.
Eyes locked and press to the ridge.
“Make your stand!”
Our backs pressed to the cliffs.
Death rains with each step.
We’ve gone too far to turn back now,
“Stand by me brothers!”
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8. |
Lorn
03:27
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Stricken down all around me.
A constant struggle hell rains upon me.
Bloodlust and constant fear, they fuel the fires that brought me here.
Boots grounded in the blood soaked dirt
mark paths of death remain alert.
Our enemy must not prevail.
We are the anchor, cut the sail.
Though fear and fire pave the way
we fight on forward through the fray.
The fog of war may dim our eyes.
Keep steady hands let bullets fly.
So I stand by in line my comrades who stand beside me.
Raise high a war cry and defy the demons that urge you to flee
The sound of gunfire in my brain.
Men drop like flies throughout the day.
The horizon calls me heaven sake.
The fear of death I must forsake.
The earth trembles underfoot.
In my mouth the blackened taste of soot.
If I should make it through the day,
my dreams will come to torment me.
Visions haunting; tear through my mind, I cannot hide
Whisper softly; into my ear, my demons are near
So I stand by in line my comrades who stand beside me.
Raise high a war cry and defy the demons that urge you to flee
A constant battle for sanity
Oh god, “Get the fuck out!”
So I stand by in line my comrades who stand beside me.
Raise high a war cry and defy the demons that urge you to flee
I feel them tearing through my soul.
I feel I’m losing all that I control.
Their rivid nails consuming me.
I’ve lost sight of all my humanity.
My empathy is drown in the undertow.
Waves of violence carry death to the shallows.
Their teeth bearing deep in my mind.
Is there no-where that I can hide?
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9. |
Wastelands
04:14
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A flash broke before my eyes.
All hell unleashed across the skies.
My sight blurred by blinding light.
My cries unheard in deafening fright.
Get to the ground before our fate is sealed.
There’s no escaping this battlefield.
The skies were torn, earth ripped in two.
The hole we cowered in I feared would someday mark my tomb.
But then the earth came to rest and we emerged as from the grave
Into the bloodshed up above; bodies of the bold and brave.
No silence for the fallen.
They are upon us.
“HIT THE DIRT!”
Bloodwake; a crimson rose of death.
Deaf screams; my brother turned his step.
Heart torn; the bullet pierced his chest.
Took down; his knee was forced mid-step.
He looked me in the eye, stretched out his hand, and let out a cry.
My heavy footsteps overtook the blood clad space between
“Brother, Brother!”, my yells drowned in a wave of sound.
With glazen eyes he met my gaze as he was driven to the ground.
“Take my hand look in my eyes, don’t let this life end and pass you by.”
Choking on bile, his breath began to slow.
No skill of hand, no will of man could cease his fate, this was his end.
My tears flowed blackened from the ash, “please brother stay, please do not pass!”
He looked me firmly in the eye, “I go in peace, now let me die.”
A single ray of golden light I swear did pass in the midst of fight.
And as he breathed his dying breathe in painful words he uttered last,
“The end soon comes for one and all.”
Now brother sleep, the angels call.
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10. |
Oella
04:41
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Take me to a place where my dreams don’t haunt me.
Where the fields are gold and where soft souls sleep.
Take me to a place where the darkness is bliss.
Where the echoes of silence meet true rest.
I can’t keep going on, this constant war consuming.
All I considered my lot has burnt to ash and my brother is lost.
Into the sky, wherever you may roam.
Through waves of fire, wherever I find home.
Into the deep, through the seas of gold.
The eyes of the abyss will never bring me home.
My heart is longing just to find a meaning.
An answer to my endless searching.
Into the sky, wherever you may roam.
Through waves of fire, wherever I find home.
Into the deep, through the seas of gold.
The eyes of the abyss will never bring me home.
This loss must have meaning.
These scars hold a story.
In death I’ve heard there is glory.
Where is the glory in these vacant eyes?
My heart is longing just to find a meaning.
An answer to my endless searching.
I need to know if my soul is worth saving.
What is the point of the blood that is raining?
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11. |
A Far Cry Home
01:05
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No mastery of words can craft in correct depiction the distraught that plagues me. My faith has never been one of great strength, and yet now I feel it has all but escaped me.What God could allow for this type of misery? What goodness is there in the destruction of millions that would inspire a being of divine holiness and power to meddle with the passions of man and incite them against one another. Today I lost my brother, my friend, my anchor on this earth. What justice is there in his loss? What blessing of our endeavors have you met with this sorrow? I mean no blasphemy, yet I cannot hope but desire that your face is not one that I shall see. Unless you have answers, spare me agony of a corrupt heaven and let me fade into darkness.
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12. |
Counting the Hours
03:36
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Sunrise, another day has dawned.
This war, forever has dragged on.
Death tallies marked within my mind have left more scars than I can stand inside.
No more than metal imprints on the chain upon my neck.
Fall in line; in fear and fate we’ll land each step
Invoke, my rage to stay this course.
Forget, the guilt of my remorse.
Remember, these days live on forever.
There may be a god but there is no saviour.
Counting, waiting, these clocks tick on forever.
Blood spilt unjust endeavour.
We pray for this no longer.
Cold hands, empty eyes I see in dark.
No peace, no rest within my heart.
Voices whisper to me in my mind.
Reminding me of all I’ve left behind.
I will not forfeit my own soul
Remember, these days live on forever.
There may be a god but there is no saviour.
Counting, waiting, these clocks tick on forever.
Blood spilt unjust endeavour.
We pray for this no longer.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
in blood and sorrow where I steep;
If I should die before I wake
I pray the lord would let me die in peace.
Six feet down
In darkness may my spirit lie as I drift into nothingness.
Six feet down
May the void be my savior as the pain of this war is brought to bittersweet ending.
Six feet down
Scratch the marks from my grave let me rot left forgotten.
Six feet down
Nothing more than a piece in this tragic game.
Six feet down
I fear no death.
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13. |
Silo and the Sea
03:39
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The earth shook as the skies darkened overhead.
From silence to deafness hell broke loose where we tread.
Like a ship lost at sea the carpet pulled from my feet.
I was knocked to the ground as my ears began to bleed.
The sky burnt black, my eyes can’t see.
Choking on air, struggling to breathe.
Eyes glazed by the glare of the display set before me.
With grit of dirt in my teeth I fear the end is near me.
Forward I pressed on though my life was far from certain.
My lungs filled with the earth that had once been neath my feet.
The sky burnt black, my eyes can’t see.
Choking on air, struggling to breathe.
Hell unveiled through earth tore asunder.
With blood in my ears.
Left to fate as the walls close around me.
Covered my eyes and blocked out the sun.
We’ve sailed the seas to find our way home.
We’ve sailed the seas to find we’re alone.
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14. |
I of the Tied
04:01
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I am the voice of the fallen.
I am the cries in the dark.
I am the soul of the broken you left, fallen apart.
I am the dull blazing embers.
I am the tear in your eye.
I am the one that you died for.
I am the one you denied.
I am the one that’s still standing.
I’ve faced the pain and the fall.
I am the echo of treason.
From fates clutches I’ve crawled,
What a worthless endeavor.
What a waste of my breathe what a waste of my thought.
To think you could save me.
What use is my faith when the noose meets the knot.
I’ve seen the face of death.
I’ve looked in the eyes of the devil himself.
I’ve screamed till my throat bled.
And in response from the clouds I heard nothing and wept.
I’ve lost all that I hold dear.
I’ve prayed unanswered turned to tears.
No God, no answer for my blood.
No peace, no payment for what’s lost.
If you can hear me.
Know that there’s nothing I want from you now.
My soul isn’t worth saving.
All hope at redemption is far from me now.
The serpent coils around my neck.
His wicked eyes stare deep in my soul.
Heaven has closed it’s gates.
The lake of fire is calling me home.
I’ve lost all that I hold dear.
I’ve prayed unanswered turned to tears.
No God, no answer for my blood.
No peace, no payment for what’s lost.
What peace is there in lies?
What justice is found is misplacement of debt?
With these hands I have wrought sin
For those sins I will pay with the blood of my neck.
I know you are listening!
I know you can hear me!
If you truly do love me,
I need you to show me my life is worth saving.
What peace is there in lies?
What justice is found is misplacement of debt?
With these hands I have wrought sin
For those sins I will pay with the blood of my neck.
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15. |
The Seraphic
05:25
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The air around me stills.
The ache in my head slips away and I am left in chills.
But how can this be?
Am I still living?
A mist circles round my feet.
I feel a burden lift from me, I am free.
My flesh no longer torn by battle.
I walk through this sea of gray.
No sun yet no shadow.
Then his voice called out to me.
My son!
You have fought for glory.
I have heard your cries.
I have not forsaken.
Always by your side.
My son!
You have passed through fire.
Tempered you’ve emerged.
A good and faith servant.
No sentence shall you serve.
I don’t deserve this.
Must I account my sinful deeds?
If you truly have been watching,
then you must know there’s no faith in me.
I have rejected all you’ve offered.
I’ve rebuked your very name.
For certain the lake of fire.
Would be a better place for me.
My son!
You have fought for glory.
I have heard your cries.
I have not forsaken.
Always by your side.
My son!
You have passed through fire.
Tempered you’ve emerged.
A good and faith servant.
No sentence shall you serve.
My son!
You have fought for glory.
I have heard your cries.
I have not forsaken.
Always by your side.
My son!
You have passed through fire.
Tempered you’ve emerged.
A good and faith servant.
No sentence shall you serve.
I saw a thousand familiar faces of those that I’d once know.
I heard my father's laughter s he beckoned me on home.
I felt the embrace of my brother, as tears fell from my eyes.
We accounted all tales of battle, and saw the glory in our trials.
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Hejira Frederick, Maryland
Hejira is a melodic metalcore band based out of Maryland. Check out our sophomore album "The Sentinel" now!
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