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Incantation
01:42
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Round about the cauldron go:
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweated venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing.
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i’ the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat; and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good - The Witches, MacBeth, Act IV, Scene I, William Shakespeare
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As eternal winter is carried in the wind
The whole world is blind
With only selfishness on their mind
Only eternal doom will open their eyes
We watch our history burn before our eyes
Watching all that we loved forgotten and despised
They are ignorant to what it has symbolised
As the flames grow high we are mesmerised
Sites and idols desecrated
A destruction callously advocated
As ancient trees fall and die
A pain reaped by those so sly
Mass extinction upon the horizon
There will be no resurrection
Once it is lost, it fades to myth
Humanity is the true infection
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The Witch's Curse
05:55
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Exiled she walks this path alone
Left to rot because she did not atone
She lives among the ancient stone
There she sits upon the witch’s throne
Her revenge shall be wrought
The curse has been cast
The lies you spread cannot be untold
You will die for your iconoclast
Her revenge shall be wrought
The curse has been cast
The truth shall be revealed
In the darkness of her exile
A survivor of countless sadistic abuses
She rises out of the shadows
With eternal wisdom only she knows
Countess of Thorns, a black rose grows
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Exorcism
05:02
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Long have our minds been plagued
Free yourself from the suffering
Open your mind, open your eyes
It kills, it maims
Endless gluttonous reign
Faking poverty, endless riches
Dining on our misfortune
In the name of God
The fight is brutal
Ripping and tearing from the inside
Clawing and spitting evil words
In the darkness it prospers
As shadows close in
Hell is released from within
Blind faith won’t save you
Behold a broken cross
Who really is your lord?
The actions speak louder than the words
Indulgence in forbidden fornication
Innocence defiled
Break the bread, drink the wine
Feast on a holy spirit so divine
As it spews from the virgin’s cunt
The acidic vomit burns
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Goathead Sacrifice
04:03
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Words of an ancient evil
Risen from the ground
Ancient and primeval
With the witches it’s spirit is bound
A clouded mind under an evil spell
Trapped and tortured in a mental cell
Distorted screams and a primal yell
A creature worshipped in this satanic bethel
Of the witches no man can tell
Cursed and bathed in blood
Beaten and maimed with sardonic wrath
Live not those who cross it’s path
It’s putrid breath will melt their flesh
With teeth that rip and tear
Jaws that clamp and crush
Into bodies where blood will gush
Black pentagram burnt in the ground
Decapitated goats head spewing blood
Sacrifice the virgin, knife in their heart
Sing the hymns of the back art
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Creeping Death
03:36
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Parasitic humans,
Destroying our only home
We are the cancer,
In mother nature we grow
She cries from the deep
Toxic substance makes her weep
Suffocation in caustic air
Chemical overload, radiation glow
Waste in the waves watch death flow
She’s swimming for her life
But there is nowhere left to go
Below the waves
The plastic ghosts haunt them
Slow torture in the deep
Watch as they weep
Gaia cries with multiple pains
As our cruelty and suffering reigns
As Forrests fall
With Flowers in the ashes
This
Creeping
Death
Is
Final
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The Ghosts Of Our Past
04:51
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As we let our history fade
The ghosts of our past linger on
As we blur the lines between right and wrong
Our funeral bells have been rung
The legacy still stands
In mortar and stone
Their songs are still sung
The haunting requiem
Creatures of the night bare witness
To the pale bleak emptiness
That wanders between the graves
Bloodstained land that we walk on
Here they roam, forgotten and fading
Deep eyes of endless pain
Blood moon, death and doom
As the cycle continues
We fail to learn
And everything starts to burn
The questions receive jaded answers
Witness those pagan dancers
As they join the earth in cursing our existence
We have past the point of no return
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Into The Abyss
03:50
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All hope fails, we stare into the abyss
Pitch black hole, with no escape
Relentless torture of sensory deprivation
Feeble screams falling on deaf ears
With evil closing in around you
Taking you do the depths of darkness
No mercy, it’s heartless
Killing is it’s catharsis
This is the downfall of us
As we enter into the abyss
Corruption and disease
The parasites we chose to lead
The infection is rife and terminal
The damage is irreversible
No choice, no freedom
Hammered, beaten and bleeding
Kill or be killed
Violence is all we’ve known
Human brutality is prevailing
Our Humanity is failing
They will take our last rights
Slave to a system then we die
A plague so deeply entrenched
Yet we have to repent
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Vanaheimr Bath, UK
Vanaheimr is the solo musical project of Thomas 'Fjordhammer' Fordham and is based in Bath, UK. Utilising a variety of musical influences from across the extreme metal spectrum and conceptual themes and imagery, Vanaheimr is a progressive and complex in equal measure. ... more
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