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THE HOUSE OF CAPRICORN LYRICS
"The Rivers and the Rain" (2006 EP)
1. The Rivers and the Rain
2. Lies Nazareth
3. Sleep
1. The Rivers and the Rain
I lost my groove today
Caught up, tied down, blew the game
Aimed straight for LaFay
But that groove got stuck
I somewhat embraced the light
And tried to sort it once, yet got shaken away
It undeniably did me good
And it must be my luck
Tired yet rising
The traitors have made their drinks and hit the way
It’s a foggy night down here in limbo
except for the rivers and the rain
I saw troubled fools
Dizzy, shaken, standing with saints
Reflecting, reminiscing
In a misty eyed haze
The beast shifted its mighty hand
Across the swamps and moors the fog still crawls
Down south in the hills and trees
The midlands have paid their day
Tired yet rising
The traitors have made their drinks and hit the way
It’s a foggy night down here in limbo
The comfort of the rivers and the rain
I shook my fist today
Got up and cracked that whip the right way
I flipped my coin again
And I called I right
What a loss this has been
Jaded, grim, and cold in every way
Where can I find my way home?
Where can I find that light?
2. Lies Nazareth
I find myself walking a shady path into the grey
And what I don’t need is cats bringing me the grief along the way
The unfaithful, the traitor, the hustler, the sneak
My position as the heretic, the inveterate remains
Infidel
Ave, Ave
Lies Nazareth
Ave, Ave
I felt the inversion deep within my bones
As if a shift in the gloomy abyss below
Chilling back, relaxing in a grimly state, but with a real smooth way
Remain inverse, And always maintain an eerie glow
Infidel
Ave, Ave
Lies Nazareth
Ave, Ave
So cleanse yourself of the filth that aims to crush your soul
And be aware of the shadows beneath because they’re coming on slow
Chilling back, relaxing in a grimly state, but with a real smooth way
Because misery should be nobody’s goal
3. Sleep
God, its time to wake
Acidy feeling shakes
Oh, but the witching hour has its benefits
A pair of candlesticks
Dusty wooden shelf
Shed a bit of light to my abyss, but I’m beyond repair
Tranquil, in the arms of sleep
An unfavourable war
With a heavy skull
Oh, and my sight is turning to sludge
I feel the weight of the world
In every trembling step
Christ, all I need is some ease
Tranquil, in the arms of sleep
My skin begins to creep
Tranquil, in the arms of sleep
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