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Beasts of the Field
03:54
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This will be the last time that I
Willingly weather a storm that I did not create
Beneath a sky so fucking tainted, bereft of it’s promise
Scorched, burned by torch, a fate so tragic
Fields once fair have now been turned into ashes
Razed, cleansed by flames
We sealed our fates
These final days are the product of the choices that we’ve made
Along the way, straight to our downfall
Chased by fur and fang until we’re pounced on
And consumed by those who came before us
So we dug our own graves that we’ll lay ourselves to rest in
Crazed, filled with praise for nature’s vengeance
Culled by the moonlight in sacred tradition
Made again and erased
Reborn and replaced
The song of our race to the tune of a slowly fading drum
Our wills are breaking down
Our time is running out
These wounds of our past
Mark our path but drag us under
These wounds of our past
Mark our path but drag us under
So we fall, fall victim to breaking
So we fall, fall victim to breaking into pieces
These scars scream hearts for the taking
Worn on my arm torn apart and now breaking
These wounds lend room to the aching
Bones of the past to be lost in our making
These scars scream hearts for the taking, for the taking
These wounds lend room for the aching, for the aching
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Selfish like a second hand wound
Yet the flowers bloom from the grounds of a well kept tomb
But the body’s yet to be exhumed
So the petals wilt and return to the earth and its womb
These words, desperate for meaning
Took root in the heart of a sermon
Spoken by the tongue of a serpent
Shown to a crowd and then made into being
Cast out and cursed to walk alone
Lead astray but who’s to blame
In a prison that we call a home
We wear our fucking shame
So save us (save us)
Just save us from ourselves
The irony of owning up
To the stories that we tell
In vain, as our lives all start to wane
Towards the clutch of this creation
Turn towards the sky with the hope and conviction
Of a saint or a coward who’s entangled in the fiction
And you’ll find out that you’re all alone
And that you’re going to die and have to face the fucking music on your own
Turn towards the sky with the hope and conviction
Of a saint or a coward who’s entangled in the fiction
And you’ll find out that you’re all alone
And that you’re going to die and have to face the fucking music on your own
Oh my god, what have we done, how far have we really come
All our progress just to lose it all in the final hours
Is this really how it ends we all scream, well if it is, did it ever even matter
When all our saviors, they were the products of our own making, silent and shaking
But if we fake it all then they can take it all away
Oh my god, we really fucked it up now didn’t we, imprisoning ourselves just for some peace of mind
And second chances, well they never come easy so what’s the point in us wasting our time
When all our saviors, they were the products of our own making, silent and shaking
But if we fake it all then they can take it all away
Away from us just as quick as it came
As we’re torn from time, forgotten ink fading on a brittle page
A page in a book that we've made
As we’re torn from time, forgotten, fading in the memories
Of our young, the next to come, our future sons
Of a dying age that they’ll inherit from us
This dying age that they’ll inherit
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Lightbearer
03:51
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We fell from on high
We fell through Saturn’s rings
We fell from on high
We fell and they tried to clip our wings
And cut us from our own divinity
Like muts, spayed and struck
Starved and hung, made out as enemies
So cast your stones
Cast your stones
Cast your stones
And beat us down to try and right all of our wrongs
But bare in mind though
Nothing is sacred
So if you find hope
You better take it
If there’s an answer out there then we’ll find it
If there’s a tower to heaven we’ll climb it
If there’s a book of the dead then we’ve signed it
Scratched in and scribed by the blood of the fallen ones
Our fucking tragedy
Becomes
Our timeless malady
We fell from on high
We fell through Saturn’s rings
We fell from on high
We fell and they tried to slit our throats
And snuff out our flame
A dying light which cannot be saved
Or replaced, fading fast
Into eternal damnation
Guide, guide us away from here
Our Lightbearer deliver us from their grasp so that we may
Cast our stones
Cast our stones
Cast our stones
And beat them down to try and right all of their wrongs
(Uugghh)
They can try to deceive if they please but we’ve all been enlightened
They can try to divide us and conquer but we'll stand united
Under a blackened sun
Carried only by our wills
For thy kingdom soon shall come
Forth unto this battlefield
Raging under crimson skies
In a final stand we’ll lay
All our fears out on the line
Fighting for what can’t be saved
But it isn’t yours to take
Seven years and counting forward
Seven crowns for keeping your word
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TRIALS
03:57
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Brought to his knees to pay the piper
Before a court whose intent is to claim
His head because the blood of a viper
Flows like a river through all of his veins
Dethroned, a king and his crown disowned
To reap what he has sewn
This kingdom was delivered from the hands of fucking sinners
In their final state of glory to the bowels of perdition
Keeping with the theme and sticking closely to tradition
Every trace and every instance of a god-king’s reign is cleansed
From the record and with his final breath he begs for mercy (for mercy)
But no mercy shall be shown
He begs forgiveness (forgiveness) that a tyrant thinks he’s owed
So let it be known through the land that a kingdom has crumbled
That the people have all been forsaken
That a traitor will soon be forgotten to the sands
So let it be known through the land that a kingdom has crumbled
That the people have all been forsaken
That a traitor will soon be forgotten to the sands because
Their kingdom was delivered from the hands of fucking sinners
In their final state of glory to the bowels of perdition
Keeping with the theme and sticking closely to tradition
Every trace and every instance of a god-king’s reign is
Cleansed from this earth
By trials of fire and steel
Wait for the sound
We’re sealing our fates for this
His hands are bound
Now we’ll claim our revenge
For our swords will meet the flesh of our master’s fucking neck
For our swords will meet the flesh of our master’s fucking neck
For our swords will meet the flesh of our master’s fucking neck
For our swords will meet the flesh of our master’s fucking neck
Brought to his knees to meet his maker
Before a court who’s intent is to claim
His head as he calls for a savior
But only the echoes of bloodshed remain
Dethroned
He paid the price for this
Dethroned
He gave his life for this and he signed for it in stone
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TRIBULATIONS
03:28
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These are the sounds of a war
Befaling a barren land unquenched by the storm that slowly gathers
These are the signs of the end times before us
When thieves and crooked kings make up the masses
In the aftermath as all the ashes black out the sun and turns us on ourselves
We turn to someone else as a cut-throat or killer now
When hands and hammers strike the final bell
It’s every man for himself
Now there is…
Another body hanging high from the gallows
While people watch and mock the scene from the shadows
But wait to pick his bones clean of it’s marrow
A feasting of fiends enthralled in these times
Another body swinging high from the rafters
A clean cut from the clutch of it’s master
As cities sunk in the throws of disaster
Lost to the sands they danced their own wake
But don’t think for a second you’re safe
When the hopeless have to eat
A starving shephard is bound to break
And then turn on his own sheep
With hungry eyes, he preys
A beast at best now torn
It’s getting the best of us, getting the best of us, gnawing away
But what a bark on the broken of heart when they finally learn their fate
So run, run for the hills, run for your lives
Because there are monsters amongst us
Run, run for the hills, run for your lives
But I don’t think you'll make it out alive this time
As eyes turn towards the skies then realize
That the blind have led the blind
As fangs meet the flesh of a cowards broken neck
When these fangs meet the flesh of a cowards broken neck
And your will to survive is now breaking, ripe for the taking
The wolves always get what they want
Instinct always outlives tragedy
So these fangs will meet the flesh of a cowards broken neck
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The Owl's Offering Clovis, New Mexico
The Owl's Offering is a two-man metalcore project that originally formed in the West Texas / Eastern New Mexico area. The band was created by Kyle Liddell and Parker Baum in 2021 when they set out to explore ways of blending various metal sub-genres together into their own unique sound. ... more
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