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The Black Hand

by Nalgranek

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Touri Unique sound, BM feel with HM riffs.
gotta love the raw sound. Favorite track: The Eternal Frost.
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Intro 03:53
2.
Riding under flame lit skies Coarse smoke burning towns Ground shakes under horses' hooves Raze the ground the fiery warpath The hordes making their way east Crisp flesh falls to the black ground No mercy shown in the field Their hands hold terror for all Circling birds linger for death The innards spill out of the supple flesh Looking out to greet the carnage Blood pours from the eyes Steel boots fall to the earth Sound of mail and clanging steel Heads rolling to their feet Any hope has fled from here Chased down on steeds of hell Rope around the ankles Not a second passes and you're on your back Being dragged as all around die The men dine on your fear They alone hold your fate Their maniacal laughs can be heard Heard in lands afar All around the people screaming Their days will never be the same The last moments of their lives Lived out in bitter pain
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Erected in the 21st Century We cannot stand your presence anymore Your building is an offense to us all And thus we must burn it to the ground Your hallowed ground no longer sacred We will claim it as our own Today is the first of many Your legacy becomes blackened ash Free the world of this ancient curse Let us breathe once more No more guidance of the divine ruler We will smash his crown We don't need you anymore Your body count is rising high Ancient blood seeps through your walls Foundations built on lies You will all come down
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Pagan Circle 05:36
In the darkened wood The mists begin to part Smells of fire run through the forest Cold breath out of a sour mouth All at night the pagan circle Gather around the moonlit stone Unholy mass ancient symbols Drawn a sword of blood Hooded men encased in madness Ancient stones stand draped in moss The fingers tremble, the wrists bound The eyes gaze from the black All at night the pagan circle Gather around the moonlit stone Unholy mass, Ancient symbols Drawn a sword of blood Crimson river flows through stone Flowing into a glass chalice Caressing cracking flesh The lifeblood invigorates Cold air raises the flesh Inscribed runes begin to glow The shadows seem to dance Laughs of the wicked men Mouths pouring scarlet Invoking in ancient tongue Lights split the sky Call upon dormant evil Trembles amongst the ground Rising from beneath Hate filled air fills the lungs Fire burns through
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I've walked the dark night's forests I've seen the coldest frosts Winter's fingers drape the grounds As the trees wither away And in the coldest midnight I turn and look to the sky Stars above and mists from mouth Gathering strength I must press on And in the night howls heard around me Hungry eyes gaze from beyond Shadows move as I reach for my side Moon's reflection pierces the dark Gnashing teeth coming from voracious maw Taking steel and driving forward Piercing the roof of mouths These few left will go hungry And as I sheathe my blade A red pool begins to grow And gazing down towards the untouched snowfall I see vitality leak My knees begin to give And once more I look to the sky I can feel my breath begin to flee Lights of the heavens scatter the night And in the night howls heard around me Hungry eyes gaze from beyond Shadows move as I reach for my side Moon's reflection pierces the dark Resting on an ancient oak My breath begins to fade The light of my eyes Is darkened
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You stand high on your altar Filling heads with lies You make me sick to my stomach I wont be fooled by you All tucked up in bed of straw Fools flock to your feet Like an animal birthing young Give rise to the venomous conception Preying on the weak and feeble minded Is this what gives you satisfaction? We've caught you, pants around your ankles Don't think we don't know All tucked up in bed of straw Fools flock to your feet Like an animal birthing young Give rise to the venomous conception

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released October 15, 2014

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