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Builders Of The Megaliths
Who taught mankind
to move stone with their mind
with precise geometric perfection
Retribution divine
when all stars realign
for the time of their next resurrection
Those who look to the book
of the men who descend
fear not, know that words can deceive ya
Search deep for the proof
for they speak of a truth
of a global collective amnesia
Creators of the genesis
Riders of the Pegasus
Celestial ergonomists
Builders of the megaliths
They are the learned
and they’ll show no pity
The Nephilim return
now ya better look busy
Psychedelic architects
Enlighteners of the apes
All hail hallucinogenics
The mind awakes
Engrained in the sands
Across lost ancient lands
Behold The first fallen empire
From beyond this worlds gates
They enlightened the apes
They brought reason and art,
they brought fire
Of fauna and flora
We reign over order
We take without knowing the cost
Powerful tools
in the hands of the fools
All we’ve learned
and all that we’ve lost
Creators of the genesis
Riders of the Pegasus
Celestial ergonomists
Builders of the megaliths
They are the learned
and they’ll show no pity
The Nephilim return
now ya better look busy
As we all prey for annihilation x8
Psychedelic architects
Enlighteners of the apes
All hail hallucinogenics
The mind awakes
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The Mule
05:42
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The Mule
Written in a dead language in a forgotten land,
the mule is present, bearing witness through the history of man,
Whenever dark forces plot destruction in secret,
Where they trade life for power in the struggle to keep it,
The story of time written by those who rule,
All seen by the mute one eyed dying mule.
(C)
The all seeing eye, his secrets die with him,
Master of the space and time continuum.
(V2)
Deep in the catacombs the Templar of knights,
They pass round the grail and they inhale the light,
Feared by the new guard these lost pagan dogs,
They plot to conceal the devine goblet of gods,
Thought lost forever this coveted tool,
All seen by the mute one eyed dying mule.
(C)
The all seeing eye, his secrets die with him,
Master of the space and time continuum.
(V3)
An ancient town sits decaying in ruin,
The sculls pile high and the bones are all human,
Strung from the trees for all to see heed the word,
No one to tell of the hell that occurred,
behind locked doors they scream as they burned down the school,
All seen by the mute one eyed dying mule.
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3. |
Smoke Nymph
05:57
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Smoke Nymph
(V1)
I took a walk though the trees just to smoke out alone,
Spied a nymph with her meat shaking on the bone,
It’s so cold outside honey let me in,
I’m just looking for a little bit of skin to skin,
Make me rise like the sun, lets become one from two,
Oh baby let me blow a little smoke on you,
(V2)
A maiden so fare, long blonde hair to her knees,
Her young breasts just a swinging in the breeze,
She smiled then Inquired of my astral sign,
I said women lets make these stars align,
Tonight we gonna fuse and become one from two,
Oh baby let me blow a little smoke on you
(C)
Shirtlessly we dance round the fire,
Dance around the fire
Through the endless night.
Shirtlessly we dance around the fire,
Dance around the fire
In the pale moonlight.
(B)
Undress my huntress
Throw down your arrow and bow
Undress my huntress
You know that I will follow
(V3)
Flames in our eyes and flames in our souls,
Tame my wild mind as we walk on the coals
Run with me, come with me, take me away,
On to the dawn ‘fore it all fades to grey,
Forged from the flame we became one from two,
Oh baby let me blow a little smoke on you,
(C)
Shirtlessly we dance round the fire,
Dance around the fire
Through the endless night.
Shirtlessly we dance around the fire,
Dance around the fire
In the pale moonlight.
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4. |
Saucy Jack
03:01
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Saucy Jack
London Town 1888 east end slum life got me down and full of hate,
What is the worth of a worthless life? I think of the solution while I’m sharpening my knife
[C]
I’m going down to Whitechapel
The fear I feel overshadowed by my will to kill, I can’t turn back,
The Times call me the Ripper but the whores just call me Jack.
I took to the streets as the sky turned black, Down to the brothel where I planned my next attack, I get off on her squealin as I cut down to the bone, Watch the blood running from her down across the cobblestone.
[C]
I’m going down to Whitechapel
The fear I feel overshadowed by my will to kill, I can’t turn back,
The Times call me the Ripper but the whores just call me Jack.
Well I met me Mary Kelly in an opium den, And that night in the ally is when her life did end, I’m all over the paper the walls are closing in, But I’m drunk on that blood lust so I must kill again.
[C]
I’m going down to Whitechapel
The fear I feel overshadowed by my will to kill, I can’t turn back,
The Times call me the Ripper but the whores just call me Jack.
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5. |
The Band Played On
06:16
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The Band Played On
Miles from shore when it all went bad
The old ship trembled and the sky went mad
The moon hung like doom when up came the waves
Then the sky cracked open like the end of days
Below deck the guests were drunk on fine wine
The band was kicking that Auld Lang Syne
Oblivious that this would be their last drink
When a deckhand said “the ships about to sink!”
The guests began to panic when the warning bell gonged
They were running towards the exits
But the band played on
La la la la but the band played on
And then the mast snapped and down came the sail
It was hanging in the rigging like a funeral vail
The ship started to pitch and the boiler caught fire
The oil began to leak as the water rose higher
The captain jumped ship but hit the burning oil
Thrashing madly in the deep as the sea began to boil
The drummer just hit harder and continued keeping time
To the wicked storming hell and the warning bell chime
The first mate declared “all is lost the captain’s gone!”
The water was on fire but the band played on
La la la la but the band played on
We’re going down to the bottom
Smoke um if ya got um woooo
So give it up for the guitar player
His heads on fire but he just don’t care
On through the dawn of no more todays
There’s smoke on the water and the sky’s ablaze
When the ship capsized sure death loomed in the room
Sinking to the bottom in a watery tomb
But the music seemed to soothe and soon the guests grew still
As if to make peace with the seas cruel will
You could hear the old bell ringing
And the last breath drawn
You could hear the people singing
As the band played on
La la la la all hope is gone
La la la la but the band played on
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6. |
The Narrows
08:23
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