Through the Eyes of Carrion All of man, march across the land, weapons in hand, for a final stand Upon the field, we fight we die, with honor with pride, to the Gods we cry Finally a war, worth fighting for, finally a war, worth dying for Across the ravaged lands, the bodies fall Reign of death, against the tide they stand tall War to come, battle lost, battle won, more to come, the horde come Arrows fly; black the sun, death smiles, through the eyes of carrion Black the sky, worst to come Victory smiles, through the eyes of carrion The funeral pyre is the world it is soon to burn A good death is what we want, through battle, what we earn Across the mountains, through the snow The call was heard, the trumpets blown No time to think, that time is past The war has come, it will be our last Finally a war, worth fighting for, finally a war, worth dying for The funeral pyre is the world it is soon to burn A good death is what we want through battle what we earn It is not death that is to fear, it is dying without a cause without reason Die for yourself in your name for your cause for your own reasons Die with honor, die with pride, die with your comrades at your side One last hurrah before the world burns, Let it burn! What is a warrior, without a war? An empty shell, not a man anymore? What are we living for? Through the night, like wolves run Stench of fear, like rot in the sun Battle lost, a good death won, We come, to end we come A wave of flesh, with teeth bared Heads held high, blank eyes stare Waves of blood, drown all the lands A new dawn rises, a new monument stands

When silence is the answer Around the campfires the talk is of war Voices are raised “what will we fight for?” Gathered in this sacred field we drink and we fight Weapons are drawn each and every night Yet blood flows but from the wrong men Instead of enemies we fight our own kin And the men grow restive When silence is the answer Each night we ask the question We spill the blood, we say the words Each day we listen to the wind We do a blot and raise a horn Yet silence is the answer We see no signs, we feel no will And the men grow restive When silence is the answer Amidst the dark oaks, we learn our own weakness Our blood boils and our friends become enemies The bonds are broken, the storm has come When silence is the answer Give us a war worth fighting for War God The sky is bright, the sun looks down We see the ravens up high, we know they watch Our blood calls for battle Our hearts for our hearth We wait for the sign We just wish to prove our worth Give us a war, war God Give us a war worth fighting for, War God Give us a war, war God Give us a war worth fighting for, War God Each night we ask the question We spill the blood, we say the words Each day we listen to the wind We do a blot and raise a horn Give us a war, war God Give us a war worth fighting for, War God The sky is bright the sun looks down We see the ravens up high, we know they watch Our blood calls for battle Our hearts for our hearth We wait for the sign We just wish to prove our worth We say our words unto the winds Yet silence is the answer Give us a war worth fighting for War God Give us a war worth fighting for

Instrumental

Summoning the Negative Gather the forces, The swirling chaotic storms Breathe deep the poisonous fumes, Deep into the abyss of your mind’s eye See the world fade Inside you die Channel the rivers of black Deep into the abyss inside Filled to the brim Swirling chaotic storms Summon forth the negative Inhale the putrid stench of demise Summon forth the negative Exhale death, darkness rise Form the prism Concentrate the energies Form the spear Send it straight into the heart of the world One message to all, enemies Stop breathing my air Every breath you take, is a waste of the finite amount of oxygen on this planet YOU FUCK Stop breathing our air Channeling the source, the essence of all hopelessness, Draw it forth, the truth unveiled, like a phoenix rising, Its illumination burning the world to ashes, Beautiful gray ashes, a world of ashes Then just the dark! A world of ashes Then just the dark!

An Armor of Scars The deepest of scars creates the strongest of armor Pride and will used to hold it together Forced removal of all weakness Cut out the soft parts no time for finesse True muscle is made, it is earned through pain Through the breaking of flesh, again and again Scars upon scars have created this bloodied armor Countless wounds healed and stitched together A walking abomination of strength and power True muscle is made, it is earned through pain Through the breaking of flesh, again and again Invite the pain Always remember the fight is inside Where strength and the weakness both must reside Never forget the lessons you’ve learned That respect and honor both must be earned Invite the pain My kin, will you walk this path with me? Will you walk this path? My kin, will you walk this path with me? Will you walk this path? True muscle is made, it is earned through pain Through the breaking of flesh, again and again My kin, will you walk this path with me? Will you walk this path? My kin, will you walk this path with me? Will you walk this path? True muscle is made it is earned through pain Through the breaking of flesh again and again Again and again

Instrumental

Death is a Blessing A monument of cruelty, Raised in the name of war An idol of fear, Brought forth in the name of hate A blood dawn awakens, Before the final day Brother against brother (death is a blessing) The tie that binds, broken (death is a blessing) Violence in the name of belief (death is a blessing) Every day is a good day to die (death is a blessing) In the cities of stone the shadows walk Shards of the dark in the light Eyes turn inwards look deep Into the abyss inside Despair swallows spits up bitterness, Mankind trembles before the fall Before they rise Self-mutilation in the name of vanity To show deadication to show worth To the new who were old To the new who were OLD In the cities of stone the shadows walk, Shards of the dark in the light Eyes turn inwards look deep, Into the abyss inside Raise up a monument to cruelty Raised in the name of terror An idol of hate Brought forth from the desire to die Death Triumphant Let the trumpets sound Death triumphant Violence in the name of belief Every day is a good day to die Brother against brother The ties that binds broken Violence in the name of belief Every days is a good day to die Raise up a monument to cruelty Raised in the name in war An idol to fear Brought forth in the name of hate Death Triumphant Let the trumpets sound Death triumphant Violence in the name of belief

Nostalgia The bare trees sway, The fierce wind blows, Cold from the north Snow slowly falls, Covering the ground A single set of footprints Fading into the distance Twilight has come, The world goes gray. The moon is rising, The colors wash away The quite man lays his tired head down He remembers all he was All he has lost His final resting place, Alone under a great oak tree Above a raven flies, Staring down it sees An old wolf howls, Echoes the man’s silent cries A life ends and the world goes on We fade away and sink in to nostalgia ...into your nostalgia We thank you for walking this path with us Goodbye

Nostalgia The bare trees sway, The fierce wind blows, Cold from the north Snow slowly falls, Covering the ground A single set of footprints Fading into the distance Twilight has come, The world goes gray. The moon is rising, The colors wash away The quite man lays his tired head down He remembers all he was All he has lost His final resting place, Alone under a great oak tree Above a raven flies, Staring down it sees An old wolf howls, Echoes the man’s silent cries A life ends and the world goes on We fade away and sink in to nostalgia We fade away and sink in to your nostalgia We thank you for walking this path with us Goodbye