Legion of Eternal Darkness [EP]

by Curunír

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First EP by three piece from Hammerfest, Norway
(from: www.hellbastardcomix.com)

Tuning E# (except on track 5, D)

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released January 1, 2009

Bass/Vox: Curunír
Guitar: Alatar
Drums: Pallando

Produced by Barium Neurosis
Recorded at Oubliette 7

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Track Name: Call of the Legion
Horns blow underneath the winter moon
Something stirs through frost and shadow
Marching to glory or even doom
Quenched by blood and fed by marrow
Warmth recoils as shadow grows
Bitterness stains the air
Snow crushed underneath blackened toes
Cold dead eyes hold their stare

Hearts of coal beat in the night
Blades of ice are creeping near
To avoid the devastating fight
Animals leave the forest in fear

Hands - of doom - wield - ice and...
Death - will fall - on all - until the...
End - of all - things - that breath...
Air - will freeze - like time - itself

Village after village disappear
Hero after hero fall to despair
Reshaped with hate and fear
Fallen heroes reforged in their lair

Hearts of coal beat in the night
Blades of ice are creeping near
To avoid the devastating fight
Animals leave the forest in fear

Hands - of doom - wield - ice and...
Death - will fall - on all - until the...
End - of all - things - that breath...
Air - will freeze - like time - itself

Who - will stand - and fight - against such...
Odds - are that - none - will try to...
Hold - onto - the past - if that is all that's
Left - behind - to find - in the end

No - life will - stay - the same again
Track Name: Forge Slave
We fall under their spell
Taken to a new hell
Chained and gagged for working
'cause in battle we fell
Drink from the bitter trough
Stagnant, we gag and cough
Stale bread fills our bellies
Work now or hands come off

We forge swords from
Broken weapons
Tied and nailed to
Hands and arms of
Soldiers who fell
To the legion
So they can join
The growing horde
Eyes forced open
Mouths sewn shut
Armour nailed to
Unpadded flesh
Helmets grafted
To broken skulls
Good as new to
Fight for darkness
Walking awkward
Taking new steps
Watch them marching
Off to battle
Mindless forces
Of the legion
Moving forwards
Never resting
Track Name: Lost Voyage
The land was lost
Some fled to sea
They took a ship
Their time to flee
Three days passed
Before the sky
They left behind
Was red and dry

When they found land again
It glowed amber in the night
As they approached the new shore
Fires burning flesh and wood alight
Shadows moved before the light
Walking crooked, standing bent
The same shapes that took their homes
And heard the horns that evil sent

And so once more they were forced out
Back to sea with no home in mind
Loved ones left behind were now dead
Or worse turned to drones of dark kind
Soon food would be scarce and then gone
A choice to starve or risk capture
Would they live to tell their black tale
Or be caught in the grim rapture

And so they returned
Armed with oars and hooks
To either vanish
Or make history books
They came ashore
To where the scourge had been
But all trees were burned
And no life to be seen
As far as any could see
Only ash to eat
Only one way to survive
To taste forbidden meat
And so their tale ends there
Their need became defeat
For only one can walk away
When friends are made of meat
Track Name: Army of One
One man in the dark
Armed with hate and guilt
To stay alive
His last friends blood was spilt
He now only saw
A monster in his skin
But the grief and strength
Of his friends was within

He marched on...

He must destroy
The legion alone
All were gone
But this was his home

He marched on...

He killed a scout
With his bare hands
Taking a sword
To reclaim these lands
He marched on
With each kill he grew
Gaining strength
From each one he slew

He marched on....

His violent passion
And unbent rage
Made him immortal
A hero of his age
Ripping threw the throng
Of mindless fighting slaves
Total destruction
Revenge was what he craves

An eyrie silence
Replaced the horns and drums
Only steps and slices
Sometimes crossbow 'thrums'
Soon the land was covered
In twisted corpses strewn
The Legions king
On a spear was hewn

He marches on...