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THE FROST AND THE TYRANT

from Come Mourning Come by Old Witch

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    OLD WITCH - "Come Mourning Come"
    Debut album of this fantastic band.
    Funeral dirge slow doom from USA.
    Incredible dense and thick doom metal masterpiece with
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lyrics

MOONSET COMES
FORESTS WEEP AS FROST CREEPS
HERE, A POWER TAKES HOLD
LEADS ME THROUGH SOFT SLEEP
INTO A DEEPER CHILL
WHERE STRENGTH BURNS,
WHERE WILL REIGNS

FEAR IS WEAKNESS
LOVE IS FEAR
FATE WILL GUIDE US HOME
I WILL ASCEND
TO THE VAULTS OF THE SKY
FEAR WILL BE MY GUIDE
LOVE WILL BE MY BETRAYER
SHE IS A SECRET
GUARDED BY STONE
HIDDEN IN DUSK
WHERE WEAK MEN DARE NOT GO

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from Come Mourning Come, released May 8, 2013
MUSIC AND LYRICS WRITTEN AND PREFORMED BY OLD WITCH

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Stooping in a rotting throne of dead oak, casting black thoughts to the stars, burning cold over the glacial wilderness, she reaches withered hands to the cold, eternal night, vast above the deep winter forest. We have spilled our lives an offering to old gods, this brooding vast land. Come, the funeralboats unfurl cruel sails to the north wind, seeking haven beyond the pillars of death.... ... more

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