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A horrifying genesis
Drawn forth from the vile sands
The spawn of a filthy deity
Created by hateful hands
Cursed be the sons of God
Cursed be the sons of God
Blood curse of Cain
Slain is the brother
Four people on Earth
Already one murderer
Cursed be the sons of God
Cursed be the sons of God
Adam the mightless seedling
Eve the weakling virgin
Both are doomed to evil
As the race of man shall burgeon
Cursed be the sons of God
Cursed be the sons of God
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The light that burns for Heaven
Is a pyre for the knowledge of man
A symbol of following liars
To the graveside where they stand
Illuminating the blinders
Leaving brainspace in the dark
It is time to summon the water trail
And reveal the truth to your heart
Extinguish the burning bush
Let the smoke fill your eyes
Extinguish the burning bush
It matters not if the Christians cry
For you have the power to discover
What is real about the world
To remove the blinding flames
And uncover the presence of pain
Buried deep within your soul
From the earliest memories of life
But you can exercise them
And live without God fearing strife
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A Frost-Tinged Axe
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Brandish the weapon
Cold steel forged in the north
Withdrawn from the stump of a tree
To be wielded against thy foes
Whetted with the blood of thy enemies
Split skulls and ruptured breast
Cleaving limbs from their bodies
A field strewn in human ruin
As the snow falls over this land
The whiteness is turned to red
A great slaughter of evil warriors
Who took their fight to here
But we do not settle for less
We unsheathe all manner of blades
And point them at oncoming hordes
To slay with grim intensity
Here in these primal woods
Beneath boughs of evergreen trees
The chopping of flesh never stops
Until the last one is dead
Barbarian battalions approach
Still they do not let up the assault
And so the axe continues to cut
Through bone, metal and wood
This tool was passed down to me
From an age long past
Given from father to son
A present that was meant to last
To be used to fell the fuel
To keep us warm through winter
But doubling as an implement
That causes shields to splinter
Enchanted is this object
Imbrued with ice
Causing frostbiting damage
With every single slice
Through temporal magicks
It was made otherworldly and odd
But I care only for its capacity
To send my adversaries up to meet the gods
A frost-tinged axe
A frost-tinged axe
[Guitar Solo: Ravengrave]
A frost-tinged axe
A frost-tinged axe
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Impaled Upon the Mountains is a two piece black metal band from Carbonear and Glovertown, Newfoundland.
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