AWAKE THE IRON [EP, 2018]

LYRICS

 

1 - FIELDS OF GRAY

(INSTRUMENTAL)

 

2 - AWAKE THE IRON

 

The valley sleeps beneath the morning dew;

The sun is rising, darkness yields to day.

It slowly shows the scorched fields of gray,

The dying flames of fight will wake anew.

 

The land will tremble - soon the roaring war

Will fall upon the earth with dreadful wrath,

Leaving behind another bloody path,

A crimson mass of ruin, death and gore.

 

Listen to the east wind blowing

Draw your card and cast the lot

The abyss is always hungry

Ever lurking for its prey

 

Awake the iron

Time to rise, time to fight

The day of glory has arrived

Awake the iron

 

Unleash the joy in sin, the lust for hate

Chaos will reign supreme - the vengeful king

Will come to take us under his dark wing.

Today, all will be judged at heaven's gate.

 

Listen to the east wind blowing

Draw you card and cast the lot

The abyss is always hungry

Ever lurking for its prey

 

Awake the iron

Time to rise, time to fight

The day of glory has arrived

Awake the iron

 

Oh memories, your sweet vanishing foam,

Forever lapping on the drifting sand.

I'm cursed, I'm cursed by this forsaken land,

I dream of distant shores, I dream of home.

 

Although my tattered heart so deeply yearns,

The spring is over, never to return.

 

Awake the iron

Time to rise, time to fight

The day of glory has arrived

Glory and death

 

3 - SO SINGS THE CROW

 

When you reach Old Weeping Hill

Birds are mute, the land stands still

Children play with candlelight

Elders fear the cursed sight

 

Through the night, all winter long

One can hear an ancient song

Carried by the northern breeze

Blood and bones and heart would freeze:

 

"Follow, follow, follow me

Follow to the hanging tree

Raise the black flag, ring the bell

Time has come to say farewell"

 

"Bring the fire, bring the rope

There's no future, there's no hope

Hang 'em fast and hang 'em high

Time has come for you to die"

 

Sifting through the hard dried mud

There it feeds on flesh and blood

Bodies swinging to and fro

Death is near, so sings the crow:

 

"Follow, follow, follow me

Follow to the hanging tree

Raise the black flag, ring the bell

Time has come to say farewell"

 

"Bring the fire, bring the rope

There's no future, there's no hope

Hang 'em fast and hang 'em high

Time has come for you to die"

 

4- SO SINGS THE CROW

(INSTRUMENTAL VERSION)

 

 

All lyrics written by Ed Marsen
© 2018 Acid Tree