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The Hymns ep

by O L D M O U N T A I N

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1.
March in step with drum to the ocean of oblivion The blades are of a sum rusted down to bone, one million Empty are the eyes that have extinguished all their tears again Thousands on the shoals if by God's innate black fear in them The colors of the earth bring the fire from the sky And when the rocks are torn from ground and tear the arc across the night When eyes are all that's left to see your children's open graves And your mouth is rent asunder by the things you dare not say If the blackest cloak you cast can steal the stars from deepest night And your body underneath is reeling only from the fright The sun upon your skin it maps a death upon your frame For the wonders, all I've lost, is nothing burdened, nothing gained If the earth should open up and take my body open home And our wisdom is the infinite and righteous faith alone In the chasm of my heart you'll see my one and only blade When the void is opened up, the ghost of life will shy away You cast salt into the sea and bring the beast's unholy flame In my absence fit the mark of sanctioned, endless, lovely pain If the purpose of your worship is a fading restless light Then strike down upon my back, with ceaseless care to kill born right This sun is jealous in his sky Why don't we find a place to ride This sun is jealous in his sky We'll rise to find a place to side This sun is jealous in his sky Why don't we find a place to hide This sun is jealous in his sky We dance upon a debt, tonight
2.
If I lose my breath to sky And the Mountains rain down When these trees all turn to ash And the rust bleeds this crown In my time when fields were gold And these waters ran pure Would we find ourselves again, if I went and lost yours If I leave my mother alone, would she save me If I see my father in hell, would he pray for me If I leave my brother again, will my skin be still Would it be my will
3.
When the mark of the beast slips inside your decay It's electric my body can scarce feel this way On the eve of the moontide, with blood on my axe blade Heretics come to mark me and fold neath my sway In the infinite light as I move beyond my grave In this hunter's soft fallow my heart starts to fade If beyond heavens boundary, our hearts become space And my eyes fold dim light to recapture your face On their many horses, the Black Light by forces I'm blinded by sunlight, Oh, leave it alone, leave it alone Carry the wretched, as far as they've sent dead And ply for my rest for I'm on my own, on my own It's a missive undone just to leave me this way where your voice can't unbind me, or curse what I say so just burn it on down and then flee from this way let the fires turn night to the warmth which you strayed When dark lords come to light, in the perilous night And your hearts become hardened and cast into stone May your wither be swift and your chaff become sifted the mark has been lifted and scraped from your bones On their many horses, the Black Light by forces I'm blinded by sunlight, Oh, leave it alone, leave it alone Carry the wretched, as far as they've sent dead And ply for my rest for I'm on my own, on my own It's a missive undone just to leave me this way where your voice can't unbind me, or curse what I say so just burn it on down and then flee from this way let the fires turn night to the warmth which you strayed On my honor I pledge From the bite of my sledge That these roses shall speak from the black of your throne Iron crush and skull cave, for the masses they gave Of their own birthright bloodied And carved into stone
4.
This circle, crowning my head Old magic summons new dead Vast shadow to darken my skin Our forebearers, slow mirrors of sin In the wake of this battle's stark reaches My hand has become as black plague on the wings of this fire I rise to the heavens I fall on my sword as the stage In the field where the corpse has turned flower My harvest has wasted the young Halcyon our the days of the ancients when great was our lovers sweet sum If I stare at this mountain too long it will certainly cave in my head All this time, the whims of the people are staring into my need's dark oblivion Golden dawn on the Blackening Valley my shadows no longer my friend The sun he has spoken in tongues of sweet fire that has rendered our kingdoms fast end Swarms of creatures their wings beating rhythms and sounding the call of wars drum beating a cadence with marches of tyrants whose penance has already come If I stare at this mountain too long it will certainly cave in my head All this time, the whims of the people are staring into my needs dark oblivion

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released August 21, 2017

Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Noise by DK
Drums, Chants, Theremin, more Noise by JoJo
WSG by Ben Mandeberg
Additional Keys and Guitars by Robert Cheek
Additional Guitars by Mike Sparks
Engineered by Robert Cheek at Panoramic House Studio and The Dock
Produced by Robert Cheek and Old Mountain

Special thanks to Ben Schwier, Nick Johnson, Kelli Wong, Nat Vieria, Jose Gabriel Noguez, John Baccialagupi, Matthew Suggett, Tom Cascino, Evan Arnold, Florent Clavel, Jeff Waye, Lyssandra Woods, Caitlin Veitch, Bronte Jane and TSM, Jen Pearce, Martine Carlson and Lo Profile, He Whose Ox is Gored, Windhand, Earth Ship, the almighty Electric Wizard, CHRON, Smokey Smells, GUMS, and Boner City.

Slay the wounded, eat the dead.

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