These Golden Eyes

Countless tales of lambs, and of kings And of drought and of locusts warn Lightning will dance as thunder sings To announce the coming storm

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Unfortunate man Wife dead by Spring To know one's self forgiven Is to live like a king Unfortunate man Wealthy only in ills A stranger to rest and his country men Reapin' alone, weepin' alone in the hills And you're born of a hermit Gratuitous child There never was a morning in your life you Greeted with a smile Lowly dog, trodden underfoot for 13 seasons Don't you run no more This land's no friend of yours Hang your head Candle in the stable Casts shadows over the field Fresh meat on the table Fresh fates waiting to be sealed Lay to rest the sickle Lay to rest the plough Call your firstborn from the forrest Call him home now These days aren't worth the counting They're turning workmen to slaves The only sound is the foot of the mountain Begging you to dig some more graves Lowly dog, trodden underfoot for 13 seasons Don't you run no more This land's no friend of yours Hang your head

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Now you own nothing And you're owed nothing And you owe your woe all unto the seeds that you've sown The day is dead, the bitch has come The siren's call that leaves you numb The end was nigh but now it's here So hide your son from the beasts you fear From the lion in the twilight, the falcon in the storm From the iron in the slumber and the emperor unborn Travel on, though cursed by your own hand Travel on, into unpromised land Land of spilt milk & honey, land of all the dust you ate Land of all the lust you left behind and the trust you learnt to hate Travel on, now all hope of home is gone And the strength of youth has left you here, travel on Travel on You dreamed a dream in your mother's womb A dream you dreamt by your father's tomb Now dream of all the gloom you built Of the coffins filled with the milk you've spilt You were the lion in the twilight, the falcon in the storm You were the iron in the slumber and the emperor unborn Travel on, though cursed by your own hand Travel on, into unpromised land Land of spilt milk & honey, land of all the dust you ate Land of all the lust you left behind and the trust you learnt to hate Travel on, now all hope of home is gone And the strength of youth has left you here, travel on Travel on

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

I've lost count of the miles I've put between sunrise and yesterday Fortifications constructed from iron and gritted teeth Yet still, I find myself in the grasp of this revenant And so, I remain possessed Nine eclipses spent shedding skin Armaments carved of obsidian Sacrifice versions past of you To sculpt vigorous flesh anew Yet still I find myself letting compulsions manifest And so, I remain possessed I am the moth I am the flame Yet still, I find myself at this gruesome spirit's behest Yet still, these impossible fingers wrapped around my chest And so, I remain possessed

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

The first spears of light that struck your face As you clambered from the womb The coldest of winters and a warm embrace All but lead you to your tomb

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Bless the great protector true O-e-o-e-o Always watching over you Praised be the mouth in the mountain Till the field and to the streams O-e-o-e-o By night he guards the realm of dreams Blessed the mouth of the mountain Infernal creatures thee shall ward O-e-o-e-o On sustenance we shall not gorge As we must sate the mouth in the mountain

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

The bell toll turned the townsfolk from their toils The stranger stood as they gathered up all their spoils The congregation came to the mouth of the cave The father told the flock how they could be saved Give unto the mountain Or see in your children the faces of the dammed Adorn the altar With three and forty starving lambs And your oats and your grain And the livestock you've slain Your mutton, your swine Your ales and your wine O-e-o-e-o The scent of sweetened lamb's meat doused the night The altar was laid bare by dawn's first light The stranger turned the townsfolk to their priest By torchlight they intruded 'pon his feast Serpentine bastard Vile traitor Your blasphemies be damned And in your cellar we see one and forty butchered lambs And our oats and our grain And the livestock we've slain Our mutton, our swine Our ales and our wine O-e-o-e-o

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Thou shalt be a father of many nations, and kings shall come out of thee And I will give unto thee, and to thy seed after thee The land wherein thou art a stranger As an everlasting possession And I shall be their God I've heard the voice that topples nations It's robbed me of my mind, of my faith, of my patience I repent my reverence Oh Lord, these plagues are relentless The hand that taketh Must give unto me mortal grounds Curse the dirt on which I knelt to the might that slew my children I repent my reverence Lord, your revelries are resented The eye that speaks Can summon the summits The man who weeps Shall be reborn as dust I've felt the gaze that cursed my labors Its touch left me bereft with no hope of a savior I repent my reverence Oh Lord, these plagues are relentless The hand that taketh Must give unto me mortal grounds Curse the dirt on which I knelt to the might that slew my children I repent my reverence Lord, your revelries are resented The hand that keeps Can beckon behemoth The man who weeps Shall be reborn as dust

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Just as liars, crooks and thieves Would thirst for an empty throne Will a madman ramble endlessly Of destinies unknown

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

The masks inside your skull are slipping To reveal a familiar scene The iron slumber for which you hungered Since the clock struck twelve on the night you turned thirteen The path ahead leads to a tunnel Filled with every door whose key you've lost By summer you'll lie above the grass still Winter may see you beneath her frost Arise my son, we have our bearing Stay true, stay true, stay true Arise my son, you have my blessing Stay true, stay true, stay true Arise my son, we have our bearing Stay true, stay true, stay true The longest Autumn lies before us Dawns made for toil and dusks made of fears The spilt milk o'er which you wept now drowns you Your home floods with your father's tears Arise my son, we have our bearing Stay true, stay true, stay true Arise my son, you have my blessing Stay true, stay true, stay true Arise my son, we have our bearing Stay true, stay true, stay true I found the land grandfather promised And know in rest we shan't be alone I saw three peaceful graves in Yorkshire I saw our names carved into their stone They read Thunder, Tomb & Throne

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

The first spears of light Shattered the glass of night Adorning a dreary peak A twisted old hanging tree Six wolves made their way to the summit To worship the noose strung above it They did tread a well worn path From which there is no coming back Would you deny our swollen bounty? Who are you to keep us from our prize? Appease the beasts around thee Appease these golden eyes Head in the rope Kick out the chair Head in the rope Kick out the chair The tendrils of night Strangled the dying light Adorning that dreary peak The twisted old hanging tree Six wolves made their way to the hillside Thanks to the noose, each satisfied They did treat a well worn path From which only wolves will come back Would you deny our swollen bounty? Who are you to keep us from our prize? Appease the beasts around thee Appease these golden eyes Head in the rope Kick out the chair Head in the rope Kick out the chair Head in the fucking rope Kick out the fucking chair Appease the beasts around thee Appease these golden eyes

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Unfortunate man Wife dead by Spring To know one's self forgiven Is to live like a king Would you deny our swollen bounty? Who are you to keep us from our prize? Appease the beasts around thee Appease these golden eyes Unfortunate man Wealthy only in ills A stranger to rest and his country men Reapin' alone, weepin' alone in the hills Do you deny our swollen bounty? Who are you to keep us from our prize? Appease the beasts around thee Appease these golden eyes Countless tales of lambs, and of kings And of drought and of locusts warn Lightning will dance as thunder sings To announce the coming storm The first spears of light that struck your face As you clambered from the womb The coldest of winters and a warm embrace All but lead you to your tomb Just as liars, crooks and thieves Would thirst for an empty throne Will a madman ramble endlessly Of destinies unknown Alas, no wealth of quips, and of jibes, and of rhymes Will fit thirteen seasons into fourteen lines

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025