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MEADOWS END LYRICS
"Soulslain" (2002 Demo)
1. Area of Thieves
2. Heathen's Embrace
3. Soulslain
1. Area of Thieves
2. Heathen's Embrace
"I bid you welcome my Heathen! To take your place within the Area of Thieves. Be aware that you will now sell your soul and your face, for the Heathen's embrace."
*"Stay focused my dear... As the ravenous cutlass of brethren's own make, always ready to tear..."*
Oh how this voice, grates upon my ears, as a vision of a dark man appears. Shades of sin, covers this being. But his face should be torchlit and clear.
Once outside this "thiefhearted princess", now my casual abode. The reverence is mine since the legends speak so, of the "Cold Age" and old stories told.
Comes to me that a raidplan is made, to the Woodland of Glades. The soveriegn of shadows determined to be, the soulheir of the elven race...
*An heretic invasion, a madmans creation, prospers in souleating blows.* Now his demonwings, made to embrace, swallowing the woodlands it soul. Elven elders they fear their existance might soon come to end. *Nevermore the sun will be seen over the trees, as the time of prosperity flees.*
Now my part of this play must be over, as I draw my sheithed blades. And the fight, as he perceives my betray, bursts out into a dancing display.
3. Soulslain
So counter-racial, a swirling dance of demonbattered hands and human will of treachery. Singing blades of battle scourge the lands.
An elven nation, a woodland decieved in shades of this heathen lord. A trustworthy loyal race burned with deceit. An alternation staged by the gods of this horncrowned fiend. They yearn for the aid of the trees.
Soulslain!
Unreached, flourished dreams.
Slavechained!
Heritage repealed.
Soulslain!
Prosterity, soulheirblown.
Slavechained!
Unprotected an fragile.
So in this fight I feel his sword troughout my spine. The seer was warning me... I saw the end, bore the burden for the cause to save the elven dreams. But how I found, in these greenclothed woods a blooded blade so darkgod made... Bore by the dark, forged in hell, he aimed at me to stop my killing spree
The soulwarden drained me my soul! This craftmanship opened my deatdoor call. He released me my anger set free, draped in a curtain of frostclad tears...
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