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1692
01:54
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2. |
One For Sorrow
01:59
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ONE FOR SORROW
It's got it's eyes on you
And knows your every move
Up in the empty trees
The sky is filled with blackened leaves
JACKDAW
NO REMORSE
MORBID CAUSE
NEVERMORE
It's got it's claws in you
Black feathers in your view
Stabbing stabbing stabbing stabbing
Until you meet the ground
This is now, echoes in black, your last grasp, your last gasp
The only sound a pitch so shrill, your soul passes on, live on…
CARRION
JACKDAW
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3. |
Thirteen Times
03:07
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THIRTEEN TIMES
Time evolves and dissolves in the blink of an eye
All that we own accumulates, fades and passes on
We're architects in an end that we have seen
Visions so macabre and dark it cuts through flesh
13 TIMES
There were times carving lines in a reckless place
An open space occupied by pressures within
There's broken glass at my feet but I can crawl
As temptation presents itself in objects that are so sharp
13 TIMES the full moon shines
13 TIMES the apostles arrive
13 STEPS on the ladder of death
13 is the day of the condemned
Like life death is forever
Like death it's always waiting
Superstitions of your destiny
Until your dying day you'll never know who you are
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4. |
Death Tides
02:14
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DEATH TIDES
Death tides are rolling in
To the open arms of old England
Carried on the waves of a wicked wind
Black sails bring death from within
DEATH TIDES
DEATH TIDES
What should have been imports of wealth
Was a fatal bout of ill health
Dock hands unload so unaware
As dangerous fumes fill the air
DEATH TIDES
DEATH TIDES
What should have been imports of wealth
Was a fatal bout of ill health
Dock hands unload so unaware
As dangerous fumes fill the air
DEATH TIDES
DEATH TIDES
Bodies drained up in November
Uninspired, heartbroken
In need of direction
These humans are so tired
They're pushed to the hilt
Coughing up blood in sickness
Sitting and shivering in bedroom coffins
This must be the END
Ruling classes were not immune
As the cemeteries multiply
Kings and queens fall to their knees
Ravagings of their disease
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5. |
Black/White II
02:42
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BLACK/WHITE II
All words appear to me as if they'd rather be
Received as a form or an object I will ignore
It's hard to read
But I want to believe
In a knowledge that's wrong and right
The only colours are BLACK AND WHITE
As serpents begin to arise from in between the lines
They're imbedded into my brain
and distract me on every page
So I continue to read
But I want to believe
In a knowledge thats wrong and right
The only colours are BLACK AND WHITE
In this life we live
With each passing day
Theres only so much time
Before we fade away
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6. |
A Smokescreen Afterlife
04:54
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7. |
1985
00:48
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8. |
Shadow Of A Rat
02:05
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SHADOW OF A RAT
Attention please all fragile ones
A death scent lies dormant in fossil form
It's never seen daylight, only lives for the night
In vile conditions of its afterlife
In the shadow of a RAT RAT RAT RAT
Below the pavement through the smallest door
Downstairs in the basement in skeletal form
Its presence was felt but it's not seen
Making moves behind you so silently
In the shadow of a RAT RAT RAT RAT
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9. |
B.A.T.S
03:04
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B.A.T.S
The door was locked I feel so down
I can't lift my head from the ground
I'd come so far it was so dark
I found the key but not the spark
An open door I stand before
An offer to an endless world
To step inside is to decide
Modern life is worth the strife
BURNT AT THE STAKE
An empty room I stand within
Not guilty of a crime or sin
Victim of an ancient law
I crack a smile 'cause I want more
Doused in flames, myself to blame
But I do not feel any shame
To give my soul up to the fire
And give voice to the Salem Choir
BURNT AT THE STAKE for what you believe
And make no mistake they want you to bleed
An effigy for all to see burns high above the sea
The blackest waves they crash on rocks, you disappear
Now you're gone, you're going, ascending
Finding all the makers of this world
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10. |
New Grave
03:24
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NEW GRAVE
That summer that never came
That summer of discontent
A love affair we never had
Ideas of blood and wine
Candles and purple skies
ASPECTS OF THE DEEPEST GLOOM
Now please make room
For a brand new grave
It's like sending flowers to an unmarked grave
They come right back to me and they remember my name
So I'll send dead flowers on a day to celebrate
And hope they die the most suspicious fate
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11. |
Fall Of Greatness
02:54
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THE FALL OF GREATNESS
It's so touchy feely
It's so creepy crawly
It sends a shiver right down my spine
You sleep so bad at night
You often wonder why
The demons call you in the hour of sin
FALL OF GREATNESS
FALLING TONIGHT
You talk to those unknown
Your soul you have outgrown
You are familiar to everyone
You walked into this maze
Now navigate your way
To an end where the heart still beats
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12. |
Purging The Flowers
06:05
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PURGING THE FLOWERS
In the dusk in the brown
In the coffin in the corner
Trembling in a winters frost
Like life's always waiting
What we know and what we fear
It's all together not clear on the edge of every town
But we face up to the trees from the day of birth
Its a descent back to earth what lies inbetween
The night was far gone
The morning had just begun on the edge of consciousness
I tap my spinal index and sleep with optimism
The earth wont glow it will only shows the clouds we create
The moon is slow, the moon will take you home
I've passed the worst
The lives it affects the light it projects
The moon moves so slow
A polished sound can only decay as I exercise rebellion
Absorb everything, ignore everyone
No longer ruled by blood and land, now by skill and labour of hand
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SALEM RAGES Liverpool, UK
Formed 2010
Toured/ Recorded/ Haunted/
Disbanded
2013.
Members now active in
COUGHIN VICARS
coughinvicars.bandcamp.com
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