Metal Monday XXXIII - FLOODS

10/4/2016

9. Floods

[Music: Sorceron and Ellyllon, Lyrics: Sorceron]

A fortress of evil surrounded by darkness
I move through the shadows
I like the feeling of having you with me
The power of the ancient course through my veins as we
Drink from the everlasting fountains
We are gods in this state

I am your keeper
This is shelter
This is everything you've ever wanted
Ever needed
I am your keeper
In the eye of the winter
This is everything you've ever wanted
Ever needed
This is your sanctuary

Oh I cast my hand out and bring forth
The floods unto the lands
And cast away all amongst the living from the earth
May your spirits cry for all of an eternity
Though I'll hear them nay
There's but one refuge once the storm is summoned
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

I am your keeper
This is shelter
This is everything you've ever wanted
Ever needed
I am your keeper
In the eye of the winter
This is everything you've ever wanted
Ever needed
This is your sanctuary

Awaken the spirits
Returning your memories
Rescuing forever
Flood my soul with calamities
But my heart is beating me into reality
But now I'm leaving
I'll walk away from this
As the fire burns because these curses have no cure

I call out to the below
With hell in my eyes there's no turning back
I'll stay here forever
Your precious flesh is my only token of your memory

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)