Nemesis

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Instrumental
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In the late autumn of 1872 Seal hunters were stuck on Svalbard Seventeen men set out to the Swedish House To find food and shelter for the harsh winter After seven days on the ice cold arctic sea When they finally reached Isfjorden They entered a world of suffering and despair Before death put an end to their misery One after the other fell victim to the disease Each day brought a new death No one could escape This winter tragedy Winter tragedy The next summer they came to rescue the stranded men But they only found fifteen dead bodies All men died a painful death And were buried in a cold and lonely grave Tragedien i Svenskehuset
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Nemesis 07:05
I have whirled with the earth at the dawning, When the sky was a vaporous flame; I have seen the dark universe yawning Where the black planets roll without aim. Where they roll in their horror Unheeded, Without knowledge or lustre Or name I was old when the pharaohs first mounted The jewel-decked throne by the Nile; I was old in those epochs uncounted When I, and only I, was vile; And Man, yet happy And untainted, Dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle. Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the abyss of night, I have lived over my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight; Driven to madness with fright Oh, great was the sin of my spirit, And great is the reach of its doom; Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it, Nor can respite be found in the tomb: Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom. I have haunted the tombs of the ages, I have flown on the pinions of fear, Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear: And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer. I am the nemesis, of all things The hunter in the dark Born from the night I am nemesis (Based upon a poem by Howard Phillips Lovecraft)
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When from our ships we bounded, I heard, with fear astounded, The storm of Thorgerd’s waking, From Northern vapours breaking; With flinty masses blended, Gigantic hail descended, And thick and fiercely rattled Against us there embattled. To aid the hostile maces, It drifted in our faces; It drifted, dealing slaughter, And blood ran out like water. Ran reeking, red, and horrid, From batter’d cheek and forehead; We plied our swords, but no men Can stand against hail and foemen. The Hail Storm The Hail Storm And demon Thorgerd raging To see us still engaging, Shot, downward from the heaven, Her shafts of flaming levin; Then sank our brave in numbers, To cold eternal slumbers; There lay the good and gallant, Renown’d for warlike talent. Our captain, this perceiving, The signal made for leaving, And with his ship departed, Downcast and broken-hearted; War, death, and consternation, Pursued our embarkation; We did our best, but no men Can stand against hail and foemen. The Hail Storm The Hail Storm Press the attack I have invoked the victory With the blót Of my firstborn son With the blót Of my firstborn son (Based upon a poem by George Borrow)
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This is the first strike: A gathering of men in the path of advancing troops When the men become obscured behind a building The crew requests authorization to engage Hellfires bring death and destruction Unseen terror from the sky This is the second strike: As a man was crawling away, a van stopped to help the wounded The crew repeated their request: "Let us shoot" Two more dead and children injured Hellfires bring death and destruction Unseen terror from the sky A mission to protect Became a deadly strife Inhuman acts of war Misconceptions, false decisions, people die Two apaches circling in the sky like birds of prey The finger always on the trigger The gun-camera is our witness today Hellfires bring death and destruction Unseen terror from the sky
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Where the sun looks cold and shorn Where the day is long and lorn Ah! too long, so cold and dreary, Long and lorn, and dim and weary All is frozen still and fast In that death-land, wild and vast; Down the darksome northern ocean; From that darksome northern main, Over desolation endless, A region void and friendless Wrought from uttermost despair Drear, immeasurable gloom! One vast shroud, without a tomb, What a band! and what a doom! Whether life so closed behind them That the living never can find them, Whether kindly, death received them, And from utter woe relieved them All is frozen still and fast In that death-land, wild and vast; They are the lost ones They are the lost ones We are the lost ones We are the lost ones (Based upon a poem by Samuel Bamford)
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Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down A burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions never to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass. The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down A burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. (Based upon a poem by Edgar Allan Poe)
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Im kalten Licht der Ewigkeit Vergeht das Ich Wie eine Flamme im Sturm Verlischt für ewig Unerbittlich rinnt die Zeit Zerfällt und geht verloren Tausend Jahre werden zu Äonen Im Funken des Augenblicks Geboren aus dem Nichts Geworfen in das Leben Ein kleiner Tropfen Im Ozean des Seins Jedem Anfang wohnt das Ende inne Verstoßen in den Abgrund des Vergessens Gegangen durch die Zeit In das kalte Licht der Ewigkeit Sei immer bereit Für das kalte Licht der Ewigkeit Tauche ein ganz weit In das kalte Licht der Ewigkeit Gegangen vor der Zeit In das kalte Licht der Ewigkeit

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released April 8, 2016

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