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Spiritual hunger clawing at my being, no rest
I look to the trees, to the earth, I sing their names
Bound to this host, to old Jǫrð, a true pagans test
With my head held high, I walk through these flames
Ebbing and flowing with the tides of the forgotten
Yet I stay true to this path, true to the voices of old
I relinquish the flesh, blessings of yore are begotten
And with the morning light, I am no longer alone and cold
The abandoned son is now welcomed back home
Yet the world surrounding demands regressive obedience
Chanting continues to conjure the power of the sacred tome
And as I fight for my own life, I am branded with deviance
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Land of the Forlorn
04:53
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I remember a shining circle, a forgotten home
I see a dim light, it is old and warm
As it sings my name, I am still alone
I feel a presence near, in this land of the forlorn
Undying blackness festering in this ancient hall
Although, there is no one here to fill the tables
The still moon whispers, the leaves still fall
Through time and stone, always alive in our fables
And as the nothing reaches us through our fear
Our spirits reunite and we are once more the same
Where we can all sit, feast and drink beer
As we eagerly await the next plane
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The Axe of Boniface
03:38
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Evocative presence imprisons my mind
The glow recedes, the deadening cold sets in
In this dismal place, lucidity I cannot find
Consuming nothingness continues to writhe in
This undying horror of the past still calls
By moonlit path in the forgotten hills
Whispers crawl through my spirit as it falls
I close my eyes, I breath deep, the air is still
We have nothing left, I now enter the fade
My father calls out, my mothers tears fall
As I rest underneath the Great Oaks shade
The lights dance as they dim in this old skull
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Pernicious fires crawl throughout the hills
Turning those who wander into those who are lost
From the empty woods I hear screams, cold and shrill
Dreams of the old land submerged in primordial frost
When my eyes open, I see nothing but the night sky
My body returned to the earth, my spirit now dark
Bones are now dust, the ancestral blood has dried
The sempiternal gates are open and I must embark
Enter and kneel, the great void exterminates our pain
Embrace the truth, welcome the formless existence
The war is now over, battle-scarred and blood stained
Now ravens fly eternally, offering no more resistance
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Undying inner confinement, the fires are burning
All for nothing in the end, faded light
Under the sign of the wolf, as the earth is turning
My final sunset, my last agonizing fight
Screaming for release, imprisoned by death
Taunted by life, looking for the way back in
Only waiting to breathe my last breath
These voices control every emotion, every action
I dream of myself, killing myself, I am numb
For I know what the next day brings
I know what shall rise with the ancient sun
As my memories fill my mind, death sings
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This life has become an unrecognized realm of torment
With death will come the truest release
The voices claw at my soul, the old curse still present
And my end will deliver my truest peace
I held the end close to my being, ready to walk the path
I chose the darkness over the light on that summer day
And as I began to reach through, a raven began to laugh
It seemed as if the Wanderer had a reason for me to stay
But I am now lost and I wander is his stead
Looking to skies for the sign of the blackened wings
For if I am forgotten in this tainted plane again
I will cross the bridge and reunite with dead kings
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Flames of the Lost Pyre
04:03
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Under our old moon, I am walking with you again
As if you’re here, like you never left this place
My spirit is once more aflame, my oldest friend
I breath this familiar air and look upon your face
But you go unrecognized, disregarded and alone
I betrayed you, I left you to die in the frigid cold
And when my dreams take hold, your eyes are stone
Full of betrayal, empty, broken and old
I scream to my Gods for one last chance
But my pleas are met by cold rain and a black sky
I dream of us, singing and drinking, mid-dance
In the flames of the lost pyre, dying to live, living to die
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This familiar presence, now drawing near
A Pagan dance under the pale Moon
I call upon the nether, I call upon my fear
Máni gifts me visions of a forgotten tomb
Far away in the deep depths of the dark woods
Lies the old mound, surrounded by sacred stones
Through fire and death, we have withstood
I light the pyres and rattle the ritual bones
I now feel the gentle touch of the ancient light
When they sing the hymn of a thousand winds
I continue the forgotten life, this forlorn fight
We speak to the stars as our own fires dim
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We dance on your bones and laugh at your pyre
Howling in the ancient winds, we call upon the past
The killing fields drip with the blood of the forbidden fire
And this euphoric, pagan dream, will surely not last
Blood offerings for the flame and mead for the moonlight
Swaying in black, carving flesh with sharpened bone
Under the stars we conspire, our ways, our forbidden rites
We chant, we conjure and offer ourselves to the throne
Whispering hymns into the still night, now the sky burns red
We call upon the souls of the old world to grant us their gifts
We praise the old Gods, we will always honour our dead
As foul blessings are bestowed, this realm begins the shift
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I tighten my grip and swing once more
This violence is what keeps my spirit at peace
Addicted to pain, enthralled by the horrors of war
Victory or Valhöll, you will soon die on your knees
A life lived in the realm of death, I welcome your rage
You boast proudly and shout your intent to all
And you will die by a barbarity that is not suited for this age
As you beg and cry, I will swing again as the ravens call
Your modern lies let you feel as though you are safe
A mistake that will bring death, a false world that will break
Cowards and sheep are all around us, true warriors I crave
Meek, weak and trembling men, burn them all at the stake
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Panzerwar Calgary, Alberta
Panzerwar is a Black Metal band formed by “Gautaz” in Sarpsborg, Østfold, Norway in MMXVII & now hails from Calgary,
Alberta, Canada.
Narbentage Produktionen (Germany)
www.narbentage.de
Forbidden Keep Records (United Kingdom)
www.forbiddenkeep.co.uk
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