1. |
From a Burning Bed
07:22
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A curse
on both our houses
I'm gonna burn
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2. |
Waiting on a Boat
03:38
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I know that you
are out there
waiting for me
but you don't know
the lengths I will go
I'll be up in the clouds
and you'll be waiting on a boat
So enjoy
the next two years
while you can
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3. |
I am Coming for You
04:59
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Over the Alps
into Italy
the ground it will tremble
beneath our feet
With black skin
and eyes so blue
I will find
or make
a way to you
There is no winter frozen
no summer so molten
that I could not carve
my way to you
I am coming with everything I have
to take it all away from you
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4. |
Col de la Traversette
05:45
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I can see
the fear in your faces
I know
the road we have chosen is cold
frozen with the ghosts of old
but we must go on
If it takes
ten billion paces or more
before
we can carry our torches
into that foreign land again
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5. |
Between their Bones
06:31
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Rubbed in oil dressed in snow
see they can scarcely carry bows and arrows
the first ones pass but we will let them go
wait still my breathing stones
No I do not need to break your bodies down
but your a wall of flesh and bones
and that's all to me
you're just a wall that's come between
what I have
and what I need
To set my fathers restless spirit free
see I took an oath in blood so long ago
and now I'm a stones throw
from bringing that promise home
Wait
Go now and greet your enemy
and do your best to set his spirit free
wrap your arms around the sons of Rome
and find the soft between their bones
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6. |
Dye the Banks
02:21
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An eerie mist
slips darkly down
the mountainside
sickly clouds
spill blindness
in the lake
We walk shoulder to shoulder
the silence hangs
up above us
like a dead man
And so we dye the banks
of lake Trasimene
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8. |
Goodbye Cannae
03:56
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Overwhelming me
I can feel it up above
and in the blood
that's underneath me
Goodbye Cannae
The butchers are closing in
and they're bound to drive us
one and all right out of our skins
Goodbye Cannae
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9. |
Bath House I
04:07
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They gathered up all of the men in the bath house
and kept the doors locked until no one was breathing
to show us that they had no love for the source of the blood
in which all of our bodies were covered
I had a dream that the ghost of a child
God in his voice in the way he was glowing
Said follow but do not look over your shoulder but
mortal I could not resist the temptation I saw
A serpent came down from the clouds
and it swallowed the life from the world
leaving wild bloody rivers
and thunderbolts fell all around him
turning the rest of the world into ashes and cinder
Oh my God
what have I done
The city opened up it's gates
I wiped the blood I wiped the tear
from my face
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10. |
Bath House II
02:50
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11. |
Lions
02:44
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Your face is so clean
a piece of you a piece of me
your eyes slightly closed
your mouth barely open
It seems like your're trying to say
"I'm sorry that I
couldn't provide,
the strength you so
desperately need."
My brother's blood on my hands
I held my brothers life in my hands
now I hold my brothers head in my hands
both of our heads in my hands
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13. |
Heads in my Hands
02:28
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14. |
Thunderbolt Come Home
03:37
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Thunderbolt come home
we need you now
back in Africa
let the South Italian peninsula
slip away
your war is almost over
You were right all along
we were such fools to doubt you
the jewel of the Mediterranean
is crumbling
Oh please come and save us from what we deserve
Should I spare you from the wolves
it won't be love but hate that has delivered you
you may not call me your son
I was born to the wilderness of war
I gave an eye to see that I would never be
beaten at all
while you counted coins behind your walls
of perfume and robes
If not for my oath of blood long ago
I would pitch the wolves your fragrant bones
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15. |
Friends at Zama
07:08
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We met early in the morning
you were radiant and young
and I knew that you were the one
who'd finally come to end my war
My wild beasts
they all turned against me
what could I do but look on as you
turned the only life I ever knew into
hot rotten death
You gathered up our fleet
and you burned them in the bay
so half crazy splitting at the sides
and shedding white hot lightning tears
from my one wild eye
but I didn't blame you
no I didn't blame you
We met early in the morning
an invincible ghost
come down from the mouth of Hell
to sink your teeth deep into our throats
My father and his brother
were swallowed in your wrath
lost in the bath of limbs newly hacked
I was one of the few who barely made it back
and time crept past
Now I've ghosts all my own
I've set them on your home
through blood and broken bone
I've finally found you
I've finally found you
We met early in the morning
I spared your life
you let my city live
and in the time that passed
I spoke in your defense
I took your warning on the run
My life stopped making sense
I hid my name beneath a stone
Oh ungrateful fatherland thou hast not even my bones
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16. |
Poison Ring
04:55
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Poison ring
you have always been there for me
all I ever had to do was reach
and it would be over
Let us free
the Romans from the anxiety
they have so long experienced
since it tries their patience
to much to wait for an old man's
death
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Cole Bee Wilson Santa Fe, New Mexico
Cowboix living in the high desert. Soft sounds, lightning bolts and crescent moons.
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