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A Northumbrian Skirl
02:37
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2. |
Deadwater Fell
04:26
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Sýðtinan (South Tyne)
From out of the deep of Cross Fell
And beyond the land of Healfdene
The high hill by two rivers
The watch on high
Crossed by Rome’s stone arch
So far from the Fell’s source
Washed the feet of the Gaul
Our lore charts its course
Sacrifices to Saturn and Jupiter
Never left the invaders dry
Their stone scar across our land
Two thousands years under our sky
Past ruined monoliths
The liquid serpent coils
Wind erodes the myths
The swollen river boils
Shattered isles desperately sought
A barren waste where crops will fail
Winds howl through the ruined fort
Midwinter’s moon hangs so pale
Herlaþing
Gathering storm upon a black sky
Shapes move upon the dark moor
Fear seeds in the watch on high
Lightning shadows chase the spoor
The eyes of Woden’s steed blaze red
Shadows move between the flashes
Lightning masks the screams of the dying
Rain washes away the blood of the dead
The hunt moves through the Sycamore Gap
Wind and ice rain howl into the dark
Souls scream in terror, blades in their back
A curse upon the vile, Woden leaves his mark
The hunted never escape
Chased to the ends of time
Marked men accept their fate
The rest of us are just blind
Rivers fall from the sky
Forks of light split the night
Desolate souls eternal cry
Prey must pray for their lives
Risen from the depths of the Deadwater Burn
Through blood-soaked fields, her flow doth turn
Dark waters lie silent in the forests of the north
A welt of stars reflect the chaos that does burn
Scours through Northumbrian forest
’Neath boughs of spruce and Norway pine
Roots intertwine under needled soil
A vein of water as ancient as time
Thistles and roses
Star spattered boughs
The Hermit’s well
A under a sky of crows
Borders and forests
A liquid serpent turns
Ancient glacial vales
Dark pools and burns
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3. |
Alston Moor
03:41
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Dinenthal - All instruments & vocals
Written, recorded & produced by Dinenthal at Khazad-dûm Studio.
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4. |
Herlaþing
04:50
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Gathering storm upon a black sky
Shapes move upon the dark moor
Fear seeds in the watch on high
Lightning shadows chase the spoor
The eyes of Woden’s steed blaze red
Shadows move between the flashes
Lightning masks the screams of the dying
Rain washes away the blood of the dead
The hunt moves through the Sycamore Gap
Wind and ice rain howl into the dark
Souls scream in terror, blades in their back
A curse upon the vile, Woden leaves his mark
The hunted never escape
Chased to the ends of time
Marked men accept their fate
The rest of us are just blind
Rivers fall from the sky
Forks of light split the night
Desolate souls eternal cry
Prey must pray for their lives
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5. |
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Sýðtinan (South Tyne)
From out of the deep of Cross Fell
And beyond the land of Healfdene
The high hill by the two rivers
The watch on high
Crossed by Rome’s stone arch
So far from the Fell’s source
Washed the feet of the Gaul
Our lore charts its course
Sacrifices to Saturn and Jupiter
Never left the invaders dry
Their stone scar across our land
Two thousands years under our sky
Past ruined monoliths
The liquid serpent coils
Wind erodes the myths
The swollen river boils
Shattered isles desperately sought
A barren waste where crops will fail
Winds howl through the ruined fort
Midwinter’s moon hangs so pale
Herlaþing
Gathering storm upon a black sky
Shapes move upon the dark moor
Fear seeds in the watch on high
Lightning shadows chase the spoor
The eyes of Woden’s steed blaze red
Shadows move between the flashes
Lightning masks the screams of the dying
Rain washes away the blood of the dead
The hunt moves through the Sycamore Gap
Wind and ice rain howl into the dark
Souls scream in terror, blades in their back
A curse upon the vile, Woden leaves his mark
The hunted never escape
Chased to the ends of time
Marked men accept their fate
The rest of us are just blind
Rivers fall from the sky
Forks of light split the night
Desolate souls eternal cry
Prey must pray for their lives
Cursed by the her absence
From the feast of the martyr
Silence stitching in darkness
The bridge builder’s daughter
Feudal lord seeks his excise
Takes from the poor and pious
Lightning burns out his eyes
A symbol of eternal defiance
A stolen axe seeks its revenge
The handle may crush the head
A blade of sharp steel will avenge
The thief Walter of Flanders is dead
Her Stained glass window panes
From dark earth, water bourne
Grey stone of her long lanes
Mists drifting in Hareshaw Burn
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6. |
Confluence of the Warden
06:05
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Munucceaster
By the banks of this great river
England’s great northern fortress
A billion tones of coal hewn
Fire the furnaces of the dark gods
Rise the great iron keels
Vast skeletons of steel
Hammering glowing rivets
ferrous tributes to the gods of the Tyne
Smoke and the fire raged for a century
Before the greed of man succumbed
Iron bell tolled the end of the shift
Furnaces, yards, lives entombed
Decay ate away at our beloved heart
As the mighty powers fell to ruin
Cold wind gust through the cranes
Desolate streets under a winter moon
Tinanmuðe (Tynemouth)
Thirty millions years of eternal flow
Great rivers become a legend
At the end we begin to slow
At the sea, the journey’s end
By the tomb of the three great kings
Of Diera, Scotland and Northumbria
Pen Bal Crag above the Black Middens
Through the mists, her ruins disappear
As we watch the gathering storm
A serpent squall comes rolling in
The guns of war lie in the silence
Except for the whistling of the wind
A journey once begun will surely end
Here lies the lore of our ancient blood
From the high hills to the northern sea
In the ancient kingdom of Northumbria
The mists may part to show a pale moon
To shine silver light upon her mighty bosom
When the river bears her heart to the world
And recover that which which burned away
I watched as your ship caught the tide
And full sails took hold of the cold winds
Wayfarer leaves England for the last time
I curse the pale stars for my sins
The broken harbour mourns the ship that never returns
Despair hangs in the air
Like the sting of a rusted blade
An eternal black flame rages and burns
Merging at the Rock of the Warden
The waters of the north and south
The great river now becomes one
On her journey from source to mouth
Covers of ancient tombs incised
To exorcise dark demonic power
Rings of iron defend the dead inside
Rooks cast their gaze from the tower
The graveyard of the archangel’s kirk
By the waters of a united Tyne
A confluence, a beginning, a birth
Swirling mists on the river are mine
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Munucceaster
By the banks of this great river
England’s great northern fortress
A billion tones of coal hewn
Fire the furnaces of the dark gods
Rise the great iron keels
Vast skeletons of steel
Hammering glowing rivets
ferrous tributes to the gods of the Tyne
Smoke and the fire raged for a century
Before the greed of man succumbed
Iron bell tolled the end of the shift
Furnaces, yards, lives entombed
Decay ate away at our beloved heart
As the mighty powers fell to ruin
Cold wind gust through the cranes
Desolate streets under a winter moon
Tinanmuðe (Tynemouth)
Thirty millions years of eternal flow
Great rivers become a legend
At the end we begin to slow
At the sea, the journey’s end
By the tomb of the three great kings
Of Diera, Scotland and Northumbria
Pen Bal Crag above the Black Middens
Through the mists, her ruins disappear
As we watch the gathering storm
A serpent squall comes rolling in
The guns of war lie in the silence
Except for the whistling of the wind
A journey once begun will surely end
Here lies the lore of our ancient blood
From the high hills to the northern sea
In the ancient kingdom of Northumbria
The mists may part to show a pale moon
To shine silver light upon her mighty bosom
When the river bears her heart to the world
And recover that which which burned away
I watched as your ship caught the tide
And full sails took hold of the cold winds
Wayfarer leaves England for the last time
I curse the pale stars for my sins
The broken harbour mourns the ship that never returns
Despair hangs in the air
Like the sting of a rusted blade
An eternal black flame rages and burns
Dancing with the devil, saddled and bridled
Transfiguring into creatures unbound
Riding on the crockery and cutlery of Yew
The discovery of witches has been found
Feasting upon satan’s bounty
Swinging on a rope from the ceiling
They danced with their horned god
A tale too tall for them to believe in
Punished for her lies and tales
Stripped naked and covered in hot wax
Reliquified and poured given to taste
The tongue can no longer tell false facts
Yet the self appointed witchfinder swung
Nailed to a beam in the inn scullery
Was this revenge from the coven?
Or her escape from her discovery?
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8. |
Iron Ettins
04:08
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By the banks of this great river
England’s great northern fortress
A billion tones of coal hewn
Fire the furnaces of the dark gods
Rise the great iron keels
Vast skeletons of steel
Hammering glowing rivets
ferrous tributes to the gods of the Tyne
Smoke and the fire raged for a century
Before the greed of man succumbed
Iron bell tolled the end of the shift
Furnaces, yards, lives entombed
Decay ate away at our beloved heart
As the mighty powers fell to ruin
Cold wind gust through the cranes
Desolate streets under a winter moon
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9. |
The Black Middens
04:40
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Jotun Cor scoured the rocks
From the bones of this shattered isle
Hurling hammers and twisted stones
Claim the majestic lands of the Tyne
The depths rose to meet the sky
At the mercy of Aegir’s Nine
Wrath of the giant god of the Tyne
The howling tide of those who died
Reefs lie in wait
Their masters long gone
The eternal dark fate
Legends remembered in song
Stricken are the ships
Sacrifed to the Ettins
Fate is the word on sealed lips
Only drowned by screams
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10. |
Tinanmuðe
05:50
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Thirty millions years of eternal flow
Great rivers become a legend
At the end we begin to slow
At the sea, the journey’s end
By the tomb of the three great kings
Of Diera, Scotland and Northumbria
Pen Bal Crag above the Black Middens
Through the mists, her ruins disappear
As we watch the gathering storm
A serpent squall comes rolling in
The guns of war lie in the silence
Except for the whistling of the wind
A journey once begun will surely end
Here lies the lore of our ancient blood
From the high hills to the northern sea
In the ancient kingdom of Northumbria
The mists may part to show a pale moon
To shine silver light upon her mighty bosom
When the river bears her heart to the world
And recover that which which burned away
I watched as your ship caught the tide
And full sails took hold of the cold winds
Wayfarer leaves England for the last time
I curse the pale stars for my sins
The broken harbour mourns the ship that never returns
Despair hangs in the air
Like the sting of a rusted blade
An eternal black flame rages and burns
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11. |
The North Sea
04:32
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reathing the howling wind
Under the canvas painted sky
Waves upon the beach grind
Between the sounds I scry
I see your echo blown in the sands
A fractured second out of time
Separated by the skirling tides
So far north from the Tyne
I gasp for air lost in my mind
Ensnared by life’s most cruel joke
And embittered by the unkind
We are fragile as a wisp of smoke
The sea is without memory
How I miss the saline air
A visitor to the aquatic treasury
Will forever yearn to be there
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13. |
Threnody of Windlestone
04:35
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What is left when your demons have devoured your soul?
Consumed by grief, guilt, betrayal and addiction, whole.
An isolated entity, cold, naked and alone,
Memories of what was, a lifetime of failure takes its toll.
A crown of ash and a throne of lies
A broken man hated and despised
This is my last dance under the welt of stars
I have no will left, my heart atrophied to a ball of scars
The world is a broken gaol and life is the rusted bars
A final breath and smash down the galactic walls
I am the last of that line, the only son
Peace will return when I’m gone
Stand by me and light the cresset
For this is after all, my final exit.
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