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STORMBRINGER LYRICS
"Hovering Plague" (2006 Demo)
1. Intro
2. Theomachy
3. Antemortem Affection
4. Hovering Plague
5. Battle Hymn (Manowar cover)
1. Intro
2. Theomachy
Theomachy
Rushing, chthonic raider mounts his mare to run to cover,
His friends in battle are not falling to the last hour.
Villagers sacrificed in Nerthus name
To keep the army all renewed.
It was a morning in a village and commoners assembled to pay their due
How could they know that their hours were numbered to a few?
And so they died!
It is said she bathed in a lake, her servants were drowned in the river.
A sacrifice on the island of Fyn, satiating waters with adipocere fever;
Cadavers of the peons, essence lacking heathens, scattered in disorder
Fecund lady of the lake, waging war of attrition turning slaves to a fodder;
Armed dangerously having protection from the gods.
She took them by force!
Foes precipitating one by one, concentrated thoughts, fixed gaze at accurate blows.
Ripped torso, bursting heart, adrenalin inoculation as the leader’s body in a stream of red flows.
3. Antemortem Affection
Antemortem Affection
Iniquitous ongoing struggles of omnifarious I galore as they nurture.
Being my portion, impeding in a wanion, reliances on my future.
Quagmire and plausible solution is obscure and extremely aloof.
Solipsism yields extraneous, a brimless loss of sensual truth.
When tidal waves betwixt our shores
Cast dismal frowns I bane my hopes.
Thy charming soul torments thy bond
With lucid knowledge, lore hoard.
I stand secluded and thee art thither,
Fantastic learning shalt not wither
And grateful love thou hast received,
Heed thine own self - it is conceived.
Let veins be flooded with thine rot,
Harbinger of death.
4. Hovering Plague
Hovering Plague
In a lacerated womb, lies a cadaver of a child,
Which was supposed to be born, before the dawn to eye the light.
Prime time is drawing nigh in a victorious glee
I gain my robust thought of dying humanity.
Weep! And so the life is doomed!
Mourn! The ruins of the bloomed.
Blood! Is splattered over me!
Why should hope be saved, when there's nothing to reap,
People flee in dread, as I strengthen my grip.
Outre prostration, when you sense its stench.
All in perdition, raucous sentence is latched.
Run! And burn the houses down!
Sack! You need to resettle now!
Move! Out of the city of disease!
Behold! Your provenance’s in ruins.
Beguiled, your death aspirates at your back as your kind sails away and away.
Inside the dilapidated arena
Stored the immense treasure of the ancient and ecclesiastical past.
Forging hard, way to me,
Burning corpses forever shall be
Charred flesh, wrapped in ash,
Nowhere to escape this pervading rash
Everyone's in distress,
Sickness bedraggling the battlefield
Days of yore passing fast,
Yearning for a quick and deft return.
Bow down before my wrath, it's so maculate and stern,
Reap what you have done, stacking since the day one,
Laughter of insane, dubbing through the night
No one's in the streets, pitch black ray of light.
Guide! Until I clench my grasp.
End! Is nearing too fast.
Hide! You won't see it come.
Behold! Your provenance’s in ruins.
Beguiled, your death aspirates at your back as your kind sails away and away.
Inside the dilapidated arena
Stored the immense treasure of the ancient and ecclesiastical past.
5. Battle Hymn (Manowar cover)
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