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THE OATH LYRICS
"Funerals in the Snow" (2006)
1. Stormblood
2. Journey Down Helvergr
3. Retribution and Rebuke
4. Glory of the Wrathful Divine
5. Funerals in the Snow
6. Supremacy of I
1. Stormblood
The rigid mountaintops
Are fading into yesterday
Darkness envelopes
All of existance...
The rain comes pouring down
A filthy shower
Brown and black with
The sorrows of man
Ice overtakes the aura of rhapsody
An aria of agony perceives the plight
Of the living
The aromatic fumes of sarin wrap themselves
Around my nerves and drag me down
Into the infernal black
2. Journey Down Helvergr
Into the final resting,
Deep into the bowels of the Well,
In its melancholy radiation,
Up into the macrocosm,
It extends to eternity and infinity,
And I ride the branches of Yggdrasil,
To reach the realm where Balder lies,
Within the treason walls,
Betrayed by ancestors dead for æons,
Forgotten ways of an ancient life,
And a bloody stain on the pages of Ásatrú,
Blocking out the intricacy,
And the details undivine,
Raped by the christian empire,
A culture burned to dust,
Nine worlds among its limbs,
Like planets nine, and rings of Hell,
Escorted by the Valkyries,
And watched silent by the Wights,
And now as end has come to end,
The emperor of the sky and earth,
Has bid me pass the Middle Earth,
And venture down Helvergr,
Nágrind and Garmr stand ominous before me,
Beyond this gate my realm of rest,
Intertwined in the cosmology of fate,
Of Empires fallen and corrupt failures,
A library of the forbidden tongues,
Of stagnant gods and faiths,
Stuck in a backwards spiral,
Heimdall shalt reject the cowards,
The wretched and the wicked,
Who crawl into their havens of sick
And twisted rancidity,
Instilled in thy own heart,
As a sin and as a path into oblivion,
Prepare the way of shame,
For those who'll flee at Ragnarök,
While those of honor ride,
With Odin and with þórr,
Into Glory, Into Honor,
Mjöllnir and Gungnir flash their magick steel,
As the Jotnar fall alongside gods,
And kinsman long in training,
The earth is consumed with the blood of men,
And the Aesir are all but lost,
As survivors of the bloody wreck,
Survey the battlefield,
They take on their sacred duty;
Rebuild the fallen earth
3. Retribution and Rebuke
Christ forsaken in the absence of the idiom,
The impurity of Hell is married to "Him" and sodomized,
In unholy matrimony, a crimson stain on the age-old land,
How can one expect respect,
When they forsake all our lives once meant?
Thought and Memory survey the stagnant earth,
Dynamic and divine, dormant in it's filthy reign,
A Dynasty of blood, and of sacrifice of honor,
And a script long discarded,
Hath our Allfather hung himself for naught?
Who are we to question the One,
Who stands with wolves at left and right,
While the trickster's seed is in a beast?
It would seem that Justice lost his hand,
To the fangs and talons of Fenris,
I'll be damned if those who discard our ways,
Come with me 'cross the Bifrost,
Lest it be willed by the Allfather,
Let it be told, though,
These ways are not my own...
...They are the ways of those long dead,
That trusted us to follow,
And we cast down their path, in favor of forgetting,
But... What happens when the sky is the color of Blood...
Or when the sea is thick with death?
4. Glory of the Wrathful Divine
Ripping through the blackness of space
The eyes of titans force their visions
The stars are falling and the void is torn in two
And the spirit of the war mongers is raging
The fear is boiling on the flesh of the fallen ones
The cowards who claim the mark of the Christ
Fall by the thousands weeping ashes and despair
As we trample over piles of their bodies
The failing rain
Darkness settles on the evening horizon
A dawn once spoken of
Is now long forgotten and there is no way
To breathe the air under our sun
Devastation collapses on the globe
And they all are crushed in sacrificial glory
The blood-feast of the idols and the lepers
Lie under the corpse of the Messiah
5. Funerals in the Snow
Surrealistic...
Like the shadow on a dying thought
I feel my being fade into the black
Filling lungs with melancholy fire
The sun is black with ash of a dying time
Gods fail...
But never die
That's the lie we've all been told
Since we were children long ago
Come of age and give in to the fall of innocence
There is no time to walk away, no turning back
Always growing ever closer to our own demise
Consumed in blood, in fire, in death, in glory
Descend into black, give yourself
Unto yourself and revel in the honor of the dead
Blind to the past and future, living for now
Not for never
And now we're growing old
Attending Funerals in the Snow
6. Supremacy of I
In the mists of morning,
It is gone,
Eden's gathering new flowers,
Still she drags her filth
Across the broken landscapes,
Lord to all, yet savior to none,
A broken shard of a failing god,
A curse we've thrown with callous hearts,
And conditioned minds,
The oath-breakers rely on their own
Security, provided by the bleeding of
A shattered world,
Why do they look to stones,
When the life of the earth rests in them?
(Yet none mourn its dormancy,
Have we really forgotten everything?)
But what is left?
I remain, sunburned,
In the sanctity of the earth,
To the outer realms of the universe,
(Through rifts untold,
And pages unturned,)
I emerge from the shore,
Through cryptographs I reach,
I feel a destructive, demonic attachment,
To the supremacy of the I
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