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Here we are
02:58
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HERE WE ARE
Here we are, we are now / In a hall roofed with shields / For we are heroes / We died on battlefields / Give us roasted boar / Strong mead, and we’ll prepare / For Ragnarok, with which / No other battle can compare... /... Here we are, we are now / By the Valkyries chosen / Give us heady wine / And meals ambrosian / When the time has come / To the battle we’ll march / Eight hundred warriors / Under each and every arch / Here we are now / In a hall roofed with shields / For we are heroes / We died on battlefields.
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A TIME TO LOVE AND A TIME TO KILL
Dark ages, times of trouble,
Around us only rubble.
My home and my fatherland,
I’m a soldier, I can understand
There’s a time to fan the fire
And a time to sweep the ashes of desire,
A time to run to Bunker Hill,
A time to love and a time to kill.
In the streets of Barcelona
I bring bad luck just like Jonah,
In the streets of Berlin too,
I'm afraid I can only hurt you.
There's a time to stand in fear
Before the ones you once held so dear,
A time to swallow the bitterest pill,
A time to love and a time to kill.
Day and night, sirens howling,
Motherless children prowling
Just like there's no tomorrow,
No more precious time to borrow.
There's a time to pick roses,
And a time when a one-eyed god disposes,
A time to behold the triumph of the will,
A time to love and a time to kill.
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RISE (FOR MADAME BLAVATSKY)
Where are you now, moon-coloured men,
Hyperborean men of war?
I've heard about you in every opium den
from Limehouse to Singapore.
I've heard it said you are not dead, only hiding,
I wanna be there when you soar.
Rise from the ocean floor (to rule like in the days of yore)!
What have you done, moon-coloured men,
to draw the flood upon your shore?
Your children they were blackened by sin,
You were not gods anymore.
Ultima Thule can be viewed by a third eye only,
A gift of those who came before.
Rise from the ocean floor (to rule like in the days of yore)!
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Red Eve
03:52
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RED EVE
There is blood on the snow, my Red Eve,
Where do we go now, where do we go?
I killed your brother. Tell me, do you grieve?
You don't have to, you don’t have to say no,
Red Eve!
My true love's name is Eve Clavering
And it's for penance we had to part,
But as long as the birds are chattering,
I'll keep her in, deep in my heart.
Red Eve!
I knew it wasn't you in the plague pit,
I knew Black Death would spare you,
You never surrender, you never submit,
And no-one can scare you.
Red Eve!
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Summer Of 64
03:18
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SUMMER OF 64
I was there on Palatine hill,
In the summer of 64,
Surrounded by the flames,
Praying for the rain to pour.
I ran among the fugitives,
From the circus, from my home.
In the gardens of Agrippa,
I watched the burning of Rome
Don't slander Nero,
He didn't light the fire
That burnt the temples to the ground,
He was only playing the lyre.
I waited in the fields of Mars,
Safe from the blazing rage
Cast upon us by offended gods
Nearing the end of their age.
I went back to Palatine hill
In the summer of 65,
I thought about the ones I lost
And how we made it through alive.
Oh! Don't slander Nero,
He didn't light the fire.
Why don't you blame the Christians,
Always eager to conspire.
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Doctor Dee
03:35
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DOCTOR DEE
Dear Doctor Dee / what did you see / In the crystal black? / Seraphim / Or demons grim / Crawling to come back? / Then, did you learn / Just how to turn / Mercury into gold? / From Lucifer / To the philosopher / Was the grand secret told? Doctor Dee, what can you do, the queen, she depends on you…/... Dear Doctor Dee / What remedy / Could ease my pain? / Come back to me / If alchemy / Can make me young again! / A black mass / And all this brass / Will turn to pure gold / But gold, my love / Won’t be enough / To keep me from getting old / Doctor Dee, what can you do, the queen, she depends on you…/... Silver is good and gold is better / But the best would be to live forever…
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Elsie Wright
03:04
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ELSIE WRIGHT
The realist looks down on me / but I don't care, no I don't care / 'cause I can see the other world / and it's everywhere / ain't gonna grow up to be your / (change chord here) hairdresser or secretary / Id' rather dance in the moonlight / I'd rather dance in the moonlight / with any woodland fairy... /... A world without dragons / is it what you really crave / then you're sure to lead me / to a very early grave / 'cause it's my hope and will to live / (change chord here) that you smother and bury / when you wanna do away / you just wanna do away / with every woodland fairy... /... Elsie please, let's get home / we'll be back tomorrow / 'cause the night belongs to creatures / you wouldn't like to know / Frances, you can leave me / nothing here is scary / it's where I want to be / and I think I'm gonna be / another woodland fairy X 2
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Uri Geller
04:03
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URI GELLER
Have you heard about Uri Geller,
His angel-face and eagle-eye?
Snake charmer, fortune teller?
Just a guy with a gift to mystify.
Have you seen the real Uri Geller,
Pulling strings with a trembling arm?
Extra-sensorial, interstellar?
Just a man with an ability to charm
I Don’t need no Uri Geller
To bend my silver spoon!
I Don’t need no psychic propeller
To fly me to the moon.
God knows I’m a fucking cave dweller,
Unaware of the mind’s power
But I would never rely on Uri Geller
Even in my darkest hour.
I Don’t need no Uri Geller
To bend my silver spoon!
I Don’t need no psychic propeller
To fly me to the moon.
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Montague Rhodes James
04:17
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MONTAGUE RHODES JAMES
There's one in the attic and one in the cellar,
You can trust me, I'm a seasoned spook seller.
There's one in the chapel and one in the bell tower,
Darkly silhouetted in the twilight hour.
In the dungeon there are many,
In the garden a white lady,
They don't have to be headless to be scary!
There's one in the stalls and one in the well,
Equally pitiful are the tales they tell.
There's one among the trees and one in the clearing,
It's not only the breeze that you're hearing.
In the dungeon there are many,
In the garden a white lady,
They don't have to be headless to be scary!
FIRE IN THE MOOR
Tonight there's bonfires in the moor,
I don't want to look, I locked the door.
Please don't tell me why the bonfires burn,
It's surely none of my concern.
Bonfires, bonfires in the moor.
Tonight the flames are higher than ever,
You can see them for miles but you never
Get to see the smiles on hooded faces
Nor hear the trample of boots in hallowed places.
Bonfires, bonfires in the moor.
Who's lighting the fires in the moor
And what they're burning for, I' mnot too sure.
It's a dark night but the hills are ablaze,
They'll come to take me one of these days.
One of these days, One of these days, if I'm not too frightened.
One of these days, One of these days, I'll be enlightened.
Repeat first verse
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10. |
Fire In The Moor
04:46
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FIRE IN THE MOOR
Tonight there's bonfires in the moor,
I don't want to look, I locked the door.
Please don't tell me why the bonfires burn,
It's surely none of my concern.
Bonfires, bonfires in the moor.
Tonight the flames are higher than ever,
You can see them for miles but you never
Get to see the smiles on hooded faces
Nor hear the trample of boots in hallowed places.
Bonfires, bonfires in the moor.
Who's lighting the fires in the moor
And what they're burning for, I' mnot too sure.
It's a dark night but the hills are ablaze,
They'll come to take me one of these days.
One of these days, One of these days, if I'm not too frightened.
One of these days, One of these days, I'll be enlightened.
Repeat first verse
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THE CRUEL MOTHER
Inspired by the traditional ballad of the same name
It was the hottest summer evening that we had last year;
That's when I met a man so handsome, perhaps an engineer.
We swam in the river for hours and slept on the bank;
When the sun woke me in the morning, I had no-one to thank.
When winter came, it was obvious, I was heavy with child.
When spring got near, it was very clear, I had to hide for a while
And where I hid and what I did is no secret to the one
Who let the world become a mess and a mother kill her son.
The day was cold when I came back, a rainy day in may.
On the wayside all unclothed a little boy would play.
If you were my own little boy you would be dressed in silk,
I once was yours and wasn't worth a drop of your milk.
When the time has come for me to go by Heaven's gate,
I know I will be left outside if I supplicate.
Women like me should all learn this good lesson well
Or they might burn just like me, down in the pits of hell
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