White Horse Hill

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

None so revered As the orchard keeper Whilst his cargo sways heavily. See now, he's forgotten. Like all the mute ones when bellies fill. See now as I spit only contempt for you For all that weave only From second hand passions. Mine is the heart that skips not a single beat For all your kind. I am not your kin, I'm not your peer. You that bear not a thought of your own making.. Ye in panic and ye in retreat Ye who sing laments of sufferings not yet born. Your minds collected Are unfit to engage even one of ours. Ye who roar surrender in unison With yet even a whisper of carnage to be anointed. The wolf with lamb's heart falls in shame. Having died tasting no blood but his own Having died a coward.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Sometimes I realise it's so hard just to do When I must raise the heart of my soul I see then it's not when or not who Just simply that I'm no longer whole.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Barren lie our homes, our women. Whilst our children fall ill. Idle lie our men, our fields. In the shadow of White Horse Hill. This is how it was once how it had been for the decades before and maybe even centuries Fields were tilled, then crops borne Homes were built and families grew Children nurtured until they bore their own. Our vast fields ran further than any eye could hope to see and their harvests left no table bare. No matter the storm’s ferocity or the how sharp the teeth of the coldest wind none went without safety or warmth. Just as our currency was truth just as our courts let any man's mind be spoken and for the longest of times we never knew of any other way Every man, woman and child here today knows of love only through stories and tales from those old enough to recall but it has long left us. It is a fool’s gold that makes rich a man now and your truth will buy you only the lonely walk to our hungry gallows. Few are the children born of love or family their place taken by spawn of rape and of pillage. The word of few is law, those fluent in lie and half-truth theirs is a poetry of deceit.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

It's only now I see distant ships Fall to the horizon What had been here most of my days Will be here no more All those things I could have said In their place are all the things I never will say. On the ocean and away with its water are you On the ocean and away with the sails Is something which I love so dearly Both are together and gone. It's the silence that fades fastest Like the stillness that comes when the water No longer holds trace of your leaving. How would you ever know that you are loved When I never did speak of it And how would you ever, ever know When you are so far far away from me From love and from me

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

With nothing left, worth giving or talking I hope for some kind of balance Is it better not to know To lie here sleep, taken by the flow It's so hard not to notice you went away Despite the promise of time to watch over me To clean my wounds The journey to surrender is one so complicated In the midst of so many storms. Would they still call it defeat Even though the will to fight has gone? Sometimes I realise it's so hard just to do; When I must raise the heart of my soul. I see then it's not when or not who, Just simply that I'm no longer whole. And here I'll ask you to remember me As I was, rather than I have become I'll ask that you pass these shores, without stopping I'll ask only this, as you give yourself to the sea

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Father, do you know how silent a man becomes When you take his words away? Oh father Do you know the boy still? I hear him talk of home again... Oh father, oh father, oh father, do you know?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025