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OLD FUNERAL LYRICS
"The Older Ones" (1999 Best of/Compilation)
1. Abduction of Limbs
2. Annoying Individual
3. Skin and Bone
4. Haunted
5. Incantation
6. Devoured Carcass
7. Forced to be Lost
8. Alone Walking
9. Lyktemenn
10. Into Hades
11. My Tyrant Grace
12. Devoured Carcass (live)
1. Abduction of Limbs
2. Annoying Individual
3. Skin and Bone
4. Haunted
When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn
And when ought is to befall
That ancient line in the pale of moonshine
He walks from all to hall
His form you may trace, but not his face
'tis shadowed by his cowl
But his eyes may be seen from the folds between
And they seem of a parted soul
Say nought to thim as he walks the hall
And he'll say nought to you
He sweeps along in his dusky pall
As o'er the grass the dew
Then gramercy for the black friar
Heaven sain him, fair no foul
And whatsoe'er may be his prayer
Let ours be for his soul
When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn
And when ouhgt is to befall
That ancient line in the pale of moonshine
5. Incantation
The man of Ea am I
The mand of Dakima am I
The messanger of Markuk am I
My spell is the spell of Ea
My incantation is the incantaion of Marduk
The circle of Ea is in my hand
The Tamarisk, The powerfull weapon of Anu
In my hand I hold....Incantation
In my hand I hold....Incantation
He that stilleth all the to rest, that pacifieth all
By whose incantation everything is at peace
He is the great lord Ea
Stilleth all to rest, and pacifying all
By whose incantation everything is at peace
When I draw night unto the sick man
All shall be assuaged
I am the magician born of Eridu
Solo Christian
Begotten in Eridu and Subari
When I draw night unto the sick man
Oh, My Ea...King of the deep, safeguard me!
Solo Tore
Incantation
Noitatnacni
Unto the house, on entering
Samas is before me
Sin is behind me
Nergal at my right hand
Ninib at my left hand
When I draw night unto the sick man
When I lay my hand on the head of the sick man
May a kindly spirit, a guardian stand...
At my side....Stand at my side
Solo Christian
Incantation
Noitatnacni
6. Devoured Carcass
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor
Impossible to stand the heat
Ants begin to eat the meat
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor
Solo Padde
Solo Christian
In a hour the vultures will get their food
Solo Tore
They're just now in the eating mood
Towards it comes an adder
It starts to eat the urine bladder
When the snake has had his lunch
The head is just an empty conch
Solo Christian
This is dainty to the tarantulas
Solo Tore
A relay is this rotting carcass
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor
7. Forced to be Lost
8. Alone Walking
Alone walkyng, in thought plaining,
And sore sighing, all desolate
Me remembryng, of my livyng,
My dethe wishyng, bothe erly and late.
Infortunate, is so my fate,
That vote ye what? Out of measure.
My life i hate, thus desperate
In soche pore eslate doe i endure.
Of othir cure am i not sure
Thus to endure is hard certain.
Such is my ure i you ensure:
What creature maie have more pain?
My truthe so plain is take in vain,
And grete disdain in remembraunce;
Yet i full faine would me complaine
Me to abstaine from this penaunce;
But in substaunce none Allegeaunce
Of my grevaunce can i not finde:
Right so my chaunce with Displesaunce
Doeth me avaunce and thus an ende.
9. Lyktemenn
10. Into Hades
11. My Tyrant Grace
12. Devoured Carcass (live)
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor
Impossible to stand the heat
Ants begin to eat the meat
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor
Solo Padde
Solo Christian
In a hour the vultures will get their food
Solo Tore
They're just now in the eating mood
Towards it comes an adder
It starts to eat the urine bladder
When the snake has had his lunch
The head is just an empty conch
Solo Christian
This is dainty to the tarantulas
Solo Tore
A relay is this rotting carcass
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor
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