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Looming in the skies above,
The white flag surrenders
Yearning for the taste of
The Blood of our defenders
Hear the shameless combative screaming
It gives death's new life a real meaning
Stalking buzzards in full uniform
The vultures are circling carrion
Death's armored saints
Oh how the sob right before the storm
Truth be told, it's for you whom they mourn.
Roosting in the blood drenched trees
The black flag has risen
Painting the cold mud with a certain shade of crimson
Flesh spear and leatherneck armor
Rigged with an insatiable hunger
Prepare the dead to give back to the worm
The vultures are circling carrion
Death's armored saints
Oh how the sob right before the storm
Truth be told, it's for you whom they mourn.
O how they sob
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Gaslamp Renegade
04:05
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On the eighteenth day a decision was made
Upon receipt of the news that there'll be hell to pay
A northbound ride at midnight rides
For the old longshore is changing tides
Rapscallions take over the wharf and murmur tales of ambush
Make way for the Gaslamp Renegade
Early that morn before the enemy rose
The masses were informed down to the calling crows
Don't want your woman
Don't want your stash
Be sure the bootleggers go hide their cash
Set battalions greet the rumored march,
Unwinded forces
Just another day for the Gaslamp Renegade
Prepare, take aim, then fire away
Revolution tips the rusted scales
Champion westward
Seek trade with the Gaslamp Renegade
Low tones prove to be heard
The connector on his filly
Spreads the viral word
Thirteen miles in two short hours
For the old longshore will remain hours
Prepare, take aim, then fire
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Loathness & Obedience
04:19
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We were born of land, bone, and tilth, subject to altruism
Whatever happened to the prideful bucolic?
Now the masses feed on pre-paid filth
Choking down the irrelevant resistance
Mortal objective of the anabolic
I'm an obtuse man whose stuck between
Loathness and obedience
I've got arrogance and propylene
Impending consequence
We prevail as the bane of our existence
Leave behind any hope
Liberation held in bleeding hands
Succumb is not an option
Impassive strain voids the raising of fools
When the gluttons are begging for a scrap
A black line will be drawn in the sand
This is a brand new system of rules.
I'm an obtuse man whose stuck between
Loathness and obedience
I've got arrogance and propylene
Impending consequence
We prevail as the bane of our existence
Leave behind any hope of our deliverance
Everyday I see the shadows
Creeping further in
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Give Back to the Worm
03:37
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Hell hath no fury but the weathered hands
Descend through the dark clouds
Upon the war torn man
She beats and she grinds,
You'll know it's your turn
Become the earth once again
And give back to the worm
Hell hath no fury like the weathered hands
Descend through the dark clouds
Upon the war torn man
She shreds and she pounds,
You'll know it's your turn
Become the earth once again
And give back to the worm
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Preylude
02:02
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Follow the drone of the fife
March to the swing of the Reaper's scythe
We've come to collect men with coined eyes.
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March of Libitina
04:35
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Ascending from the underworld
She seeks all the filthy souls
Striking ground with a lightning bolt
Gone to hell for the bullets flown
Go to your mother of life and decay
The swinging scythe
The faceless fight
She will coin your eyes
Join the march of Libitina
In the throes of war
She's the only peace that you can hope for
Now march
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The Mist People
03:25
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Plundering down the aquifer
Serpentine violence flows through black violets
Preserving all of the ingrained souls
Drink from the spine of revival
Once walked here, but no they're gone
Consider us to be the lucky ones
Vapors rising from the broken glass
The current becomes blackened eyes
Whomever desecrates these grounds shall face the aftermath
The wanderer froze at the awful sight
Virtual catalyst speaks from the climbing mist
Beholds his woes right before his eyes
Bringing this message of ruin
Once walked here, but no they're gone
Consider us to be the lucky ones
Vapors rising from the broken glass
The current becomes blackened eyes
Whomever desecrates these grounds shall face the aftermath
"Your remorseless fight is wreaking havoc to our core
Gunpowder and cannon fodder are not welcome anymore
For those who take lightly the inevitable toll
I will be the riptide who engulfs their soul"
I've sen the eyes of smoke (remorseless)
My life's been spared by the undertow (gunpowder)
Brothers I warn you all (inevitable)
Ignore this, and death shall call (the riptide)
Whomever desecrates these grounds shall face the aftermath
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Waterloo
04:05
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We kill the trend so now you follow
Spurn the process, blind the masses
Don't insult my intelligence
The lengths you've gone to see this through only prove your guilt
Bored with the tired act
Equitable is not he who spits upon the pact
In return for your feat, here's a front row seat
Witness the crash
We won't defend a deed so hollow
Burn the doctrine, consume the ashes
Don't downplay my relevance
The lengths you've gone to see this through only prove your guilt
Bored with the tired act
Equitable is not he who spits upon the pact
In return for your feat, here's a front row seat
Witness the crash
Requiem Waterloo
In due time we'll come for you
Toleration has frayed, stop pretending
Mephistophelean
Every downfall builds a new wall to shadow the festering greed
Bored with the tired act
Equitable is not he who spits upon the pact
Witness the crash
We kill the trend so now you follow
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All hail to the prodigal sons
They've been designed to seize you in the web that's been spun
Landgraves of eradication, now fall in line
soon you'll know just what you've become
We see you indeed
With those tricks up your sleeve
Virtuous hologram is not what we perceive
All rise for the gall to deny
We'll never know what is the truth or what is a lie
Disciples stare into the fiery sky with an acceptance of the facts
There is no chance to survive
Not going down 'til the empire's crown is destroyed
We'll be a detriment to the resistance deployed
I see you smiling
The day will come when you must choose from us or them
Gone is that chance now you stare down the lance of the paragon sword
Benign to the world
Don't turn your back now
The sheep has become the wolf
All hail to the prodigal sons
All rise for the gall to deny
We see you indeed
With those tricks up your sleeve
Virtuous hologram is not what we perceive
Stymied from the truth
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The Iron Whore
05:24
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Hold!
Wait for the whites of their eyes
Pulled hammer and flint to ignite the surprise
Leaving the rest to Brown Bess and her .75
To kill the morale and cut down the lines
She never fails
Leave no man behind
An outspoken flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade
It's lead for your blood
The American Trade
At Blenheim and Ramilies the fops would confess
They were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess
The iron whore with deadly spit will flash the pan and spew it quick
No respecter o person or promise of title
She is my accomplice and she is my rival
To kill the morale and cut down the lines
She never fails
Leave no man behind
An outspoken flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade
It's lead for your blood
The American Trade
At Blenheim and Ramilies the fops would confess
They were pierced to the heart by the charms of Brown Bess
The iron whore (with deadly spit)
An outspoken flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade
It's lead for your blood
The American Trade
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Nine Steps to Nobody
04:32
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These missteps are blatant
These troublesome ties must be detached
To fashion a quandary with hearsay and lies is unbecoming
Separate the past
Here looms the shadow of your wrath
Amputate this limb
It has no feeling
Erratic disclosure results in a fire, unextinguishable
The last bit of judgement went up in the pyre
So inevitable
Separate the past
Here looms the shadow of your wrath
Amputate this limb
It has no feeling
Nose in the sky like your word is the gospel
But know you've got to deal with that stink in your nostrils
Separate the past
Here looms the shadow of your wrath
Amputate this limb
It has no feeling
Embezzle the dream
Fuck you, it's mine
No reaffirmation
Simply criticize
Embrace the negative
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