Orange Goblin - Healing Through Fire lyrics
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Tracks 01. The Ballad Of Solomon Eagle
02. Vagrant Stomp 03. The Ale House Braves 04. Cities Of Frost 05. Hot Knives & Open Sores 06. Hounds Ditch 07. Mortlake (Dead Water) 08. They Come Back (Harvest Of Skulls) 09. Beginners Guide To Suicide 01. The Ballad Of Solomon Eagle
Twisted tyrant master
Headed for disaster I want the cities to crash and burn Heading to the country I know they'll never catch me I'll take what's mine and I'll never return Prophet to the unborn A primal need for scorn Can't put a price on my sanity Preacher for the suffering I'm the king of nothing But I will reign for eternity I think I'm losing my mind Got no conception of right These visions scarring my brain I'm slowly going insane Come kneel before me Let the world abhor me My words will lead you from misery My own religion My sadistic vision I'm turning death into prophecy I think I'm losing my mind Got no conception of right These visions scarring my brain I'm slowly going insane I think I'm losing my mind Got no conception of right These visions scarring my brain I'm slowly going insane 02. Vagrant Stomp
Imagination is the curse of every liar
Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire And everyone will say you're crazy Spending all your time being oh so lazy Corruption is the plane to take you higher Medication is the key to hallucination The only saving grace we have is amputation And who decides what we call sinning Losing everything just to show we're winning The rising of the poor is the salutation Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease False hope, expires Bringing the world to its knees Strychnine desire Open the wound to release Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease False hope, expires Bringing the world to its knees Strychnine desire Open the wound to release Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease Twisted visions Burning deep in the back of my head Tainted dosage I don't remember what the doctor said Numbing feeling Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones Sleepless dreaming Never before have I felt so alone 03. The Ale House Braves
Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives
Tell the ale-house braves they better run for their lives Have you seen the children with the blood on their hands? Have you heard about the terror spreading through the land? 'Cos the god you pray to sees the sinners and saints But he doesn't give a damn about the people he taints See the hounds of Fleet Street in their tatters and rags Selling false premonitions for a penny a bag All the lords and ladies with their diamonds and pearls Throwing stones in glass houses, not a care in the world Take your fancy crystals and your fossilised bone Tell the ale-house braves the devil's gauntlet is thrown Belly full of whiskey and a pocket full of rope No fear in dying when you've lost your only hope The searchers round on you before your final breath Essence of life surrenders in the face of death Adverse repulsion seems to drive you to the grave No hearts on fire can persuade you to be saved Blood-sucking leeches have grown bigger in the sun The roses on the stone tell what you have become Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives Tell the ale-house braves they better pray for their lives 04. Cities Of Frost
Salvation seems a million miles away
A generation wiped out in one day The sun is setting on a rancid town Lady solace has been gagged and bound Brand a cross on the door of hope Asphyxiating, we begin to choke My head is pounding like a funeral drum Awaiting the angel of death to come If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing A city of frost for a leper king The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain And in our weakness, the lord's to blame Raping and robbing the dead on the ground Light of humanity will not be found All of our morals will now rot away Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing A city of frost for a leper king The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain And in our weakness, the lord's to blame Lord come and take me far away from my home Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown Am I condemned to this delirious way? Forever toiling in my watery grave Brandish your daggers and come all ye men This is our kingdom, the walls we'll defend Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes And lead us to victory under black skies 05. Hot Knives & Open Sores
Scars for the living
A ditch for the dead We try to remember to drink to forget Fools for our choices Tools for the trade We busy our hands as we bury the slain Morbid derision Sadistic release Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast The sky looks so hungry The future looks bleak The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek Mass affliction of the chosen Now the sacred vows are broken Will they stand to be confronted? Now the hunters are the hunted Red-hot knives, open sores Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar Devil's stitches leave no scar Ancient gods look to ancient suns Ancient medicines in ancient slums Masks of horror hide the shame Roman doctrines can only ease the pain Shattered sunrise, mercy calls Hallowed victims scream in the halls Filled with venom, filled with fear Open wounds filled with life's elixir Mass affliction of the chosen Now the sacred vows are broken Will they stand to be confronted? Now the hunters are the hunted 06. Hounds Ditch
Have mercy on the city, she's a dying whore
I never said these streets were paved with gold The shallow graves are overflowing and the Thames runs red Is this enough to make your blood run cold? Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold Upon the angels coming judgement day Dead hounds and a triple-horned messiah Motion for redemption in the ripper's way Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire To raise the omens of an unknown faith The devil's virtues overpowering the wrath of God And twist the blade upon the human race The wolf is loose and in this city it's a fatal flaw To see the beast under a funeral moon Can't shake the paranoia that the end is nigh When you're spoiling in a lousy tomb Healing Through Fire Healing Through Fire Healing Through Fire Healing Through Fire Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs Hunting the blood that they crave Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night You prey for your life to be saved Howling like banshees, so full of despair A death knell to all that they cross Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell Devouring the flesh of the lost Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick They see not the evil at hand Animals rising from ash covered tombs For vengeance upon every man Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw Feeding on souls of the broke Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats That feed on their throats till they choke 07. Mortlake (Dead Water)
[Instrumental]
08. They Come Back (Harvest Of Skulls)
Into the fire
The arrow of God brings a plague upon man Divine retribution Pestilence rains on the fat of the land The sick and the dying Bring out the dead for the harvest of skulls No riches or fire Can save you from death once the bell starts to toll Rot Rise They come back to take the living Rot Rise They come back to take the living Prey for redemption Judgement from centuries under dead skies Black infestation Chaos erupts when the buried arise Infecting the water The rivers will flow with the souls of the damned Giving no quarter Pestilence rains on the fat of the land Rot Rise They come back to take the living Rot Rise They come back to take the living And the dead cry out in hell-bent misery!! They're after death, they're after war They slay the rich, to fatten the poor Human prey, they pray to die They're coming back, to take your life No need for poison, you cannot hide The city's swarming now with violent suicide The vultures circle in the blood red sky They're coming back my friend, and they've come to take your life Come to take your life Into the fire The arrow of God brings a plague upon man Divine retribution Pestilence rains on the fat of the land The sick and the dying Bring out the dead for the harvest of skulls No riches or fire Can save you from death once the bell starts to toll Rot Rise They come back to take the living Rot Rise They come back to take the living They come back to take the living 09. Beginners Guide To Suicide
Ripped apart from the core
My hands are so sore The pills help me dream as hate drips from my pores Poison coursing my veins So filled with disdain I can never return to the pain of before Wrap my bandaged remains In these old rusty chains Ship me out to the sea Where my soul can be free Amputation of mind I've been so unkind The poisonous path to destruction unwinds Blackened lung of despair Can't take in the air In my final throes, one last time close my eyes Wrap my bandaged remains In these old rusty chains Ship me out to the sea Where my soul can be free Wrap my bandaged remains In these old rusty chains Ship me out to the sea Where my soul can be free |