SINGLES

GRENDEL

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I. HEOROT'S PLEA AND GRENDEL'S AWAKENING (1)
Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk [i]
Mountain echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks
They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight [ii]
The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night

Earth rim walker seeks his meals [iii]
Prepare the funeral pyres
The Shaper's songs no longer heal the fear
[iv]
Within their eyes, their eyes

Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea
[v]
Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for savior born of dreams
They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly head they bow in shame
[vi]
They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel's name

Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The Shaper's songs no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, their eyes

As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere
[vii]
Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar's hall so clear
He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
[viii]
His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky

Earth rim walker seeks his meals
Prepare the funeral pyres
The Shaper's songs no longer heal the fear
Within their eyes, their eyes


II. GRENDEL'S JOURNEY
(2)
Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew [i]
Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through [ii]
Mother nature's bastard child shunned by leaf and stream [iii]
An alien in an alien land seeks solace within dreams
The Shaper's lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp
[iv]
Beguiling queen her innocence offends his icy heart [v]

III. LURKER AT THE THRESHHOLD (3)
Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell [i]
Sulphurous essence pervades round the grassy dell [ii]
Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher's knife [iii]
Stellular heavens ignore even children's cries

Screams are his music, lightning his guide
[iv]
Raping the darkness, death by his side

Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams
[v]
Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene
Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe
Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know

Heroes delusion, with feet in the grave
[vi]
Lurker at the threshold, he cares not for the brave, he cares not for the brave

IV. F
INALE
(4)
So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out [i]
You should have known better after all this time
You're gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander
With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes
Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame
[ii]
God's on my side, sure as hell,
I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame, I'm gonna take no blame

So you say you believe in all of Mother Nature's laws

You lust for gold with your sharpened knives
Oh when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot
You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods

Then you try to place the killer's blade in my hand
[iii]
You call for justice and distort the truth
Well I've had enough of all your pretty pretty speeches
[iv]
Receive your punishment,
Expose your throats to my righteous claws
And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow

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