Beneath Grey Skies

A MURDER OF CROWS

The Pessimist

If I should fail then you shall follow…

If I should follow then you shall fail

I am the seed that spawns the dusk

Beware the beast if I am crossed

I feed your fear with vengeful lust

Abating warmth with intent on frost

I know not love for I am a cur

I’m a pessimist, I assure

Creating doubt with dark demur

Luring deception without words

If I should fail then you shall follow…

If I should follow then you shall fail

I am wicked and wild in flight

I show signs of darkness in light

I’m the line between wrong and right

I’m the silence of winter’s night

Feel the Weight …  Of the World … On your Shoulders

Feel the Weight …  Of the World … Growing Colder

If I should fail then you shall follow…

If I should follow then you shall fail

 I stoke the fires that breathe from hell

Doubt in truth is that which I sell

I feed your fear and fear compels

Swing the mallet that tolls the bell

Feel the Weight …  Of the World … On your Shoulders

Feel the Weight …  Of the World … Growing Colder

Envy the Dead

Uncontrollable, Inconsolable

Envy the Dead or Choose to Mourn

I am discontent

This is where It all begins

Not where my journey ends

The verge of something dark

Never to see the light of day again

I am depression

The path of dissension

Not ready to lash out

Hell, but a vision

Mistakes and self pity I am fashioned               

Uncontrollable, Inconsolable

Envy the Dead or Choose to Mourn

I am hostile

Where... all hope is lost

Pure hellish rage unleashed

Compassion no longer flows

See my true colours unrestrained

Uncontrollable, Inconsolable

Envy the Dead or Choose to Mourn, Uncontrollable

A Memory of Light

A semblance of life, Thrown away to die

Awareness is lost, & left to the side

Shadows are real, Darkness is pure, Panic is here, Harbor the fear

Shadows are real, Darkness is pure, Harbor the fear

Trapped in this body, That’s withered and dying

Wither and burrow, Till the pain subsides

The man in the mirror, is but a memory of the light

Shadows are real, Darkness is pure, Panic is here, Harbor the fear

Shadows are real, Darkness is pure, Harbor the fear

Little to define, all lost to the tide

Why do they mourn, has somebody died

The man in the mirror, is but a memory of the light

Daphnea's Remains

Her body lies down by the river, her soul remains to deliver

Her body lies down by the river, Ice cold waters they shivered

Following watershed to the coast, 

Now that she’s given up the ghost

Her body lies down by the river, 

Her soul remains to deliver

Your Honour…  I’ve been accused in the 1st degree

Of killing… Do you understand what it’s like, 

to look down these sights. 

It’s so fulfilling… 

There’s more to her death and it’s so divine

A martyr… a malignant spirit… a faltered bloodline...

You all think it’s a crime, allow me to open your eyes

You may choose to disbelieve... my warning

My name is Wormwood... I am not a worm-tongue 

She never had a chance... never meant to be

She was possessed... I’m sure you’ll all see

I released her soul... and took her away her pain

I bathed in the blood... that sprayed from her vein

You must see clearly... while you’re all in mourning

So listen closely... before you see me hung

She was a beautiful martyr... a warm blooded life

I shot her once... then I kissed her twice

She no longer smiled... which made me upset

I carried her dying body... so warm & wet

Her beauty and her lust... was a spreading disease

Inamorata... to you she may have been 

She couldn’t have carried…. all of your seeds

Temptress of the Night…. till I intervened

Her body lies down by the river, Ice cold waters they shivered

Her body lies down by the river, her soul remains to deliver

Your Honour…  I’ve been accused in the 1st degree

Of killing… Do you understand what it’s like, 

to look down these sights. 

It’s so fulfilling… 

There’s more to her death and it’s so divine

A martyr… a malignant spirit… a faltered bloodline...

You all think it’s a crime, allow me to open your eyes

Ars Moriendi

Woes of men that swing from trees

Hung between the earth and sky

Leaving the ravens to pick the flesh

Dust and decay their last goodbye

First we switch them then we stitch

Breaking their will for the pyre

Leaving the ravens to peck the ash

The art of dying by fire

Bury me by the shore, don’t let the waters take me

The poison hasn’t spread to where my body will lie

Bury me by the shoreline

The miseries and misfortunes 

from rattle to death and life from breath

A murderer of men, A fallen hero 

We’re all united, in the dance of death

Bury me by the shore, don’t let the waters take me

The poison hasn’t spread to where my body will lie

Bury me by the shoreline

The soldiers in their trenches

Piled high, endless, out of breath

Leaving the ravens to pluck the eyes

So they may see their dance of death

Dead in the Crush

Boost your ride, muscle it up

Drive to the dig, prepare to flag up

Flag is dropped, put the pedal down

Ditch this dirt, backwater town

Speed and Acceleration ….  Put it in overdrive

Motion and velocity …. Makes me feel alive 

Scanners keep six in the mountain pass

Five-O patrols are coming in fast

In a matter of seconds they’ll be on my ass

Pedal to the metal, step on the gas

Drop the clutch, lose the heat

Maneuver pedals below your feet

Feather the throttle before you proceed

Drift through the corners to gain a lead

The 2-way says there's a road block ahead

Sinking feeling and a sense of dread

Hit the nitrous, hang on tight

Guns are blazing they’re in for a fight.

A bullet to my chest follows the road

Crash and burn, fuel explodes

All in all, what a fucking rush

Sad to say, sad to say I’m DEAD IN THE CRUSH   

Speed and Acceleration ….  Put it in overdrive

Motion and velocity …. Makes me feel alive

Mother Maiden Crone

Cry to the Hills and Lakes and Rivers

Cry to the Valleys, Woods and Plains.

She washed the blood from off your armour

Soon you’ll die in suffering and pain

Summer without flower...Women without virtue

Men without valour...Captures without Kings

Son deceive Father...Daughter deceive Mother

Burn your own ships...No chance to recover

Hear the banshees sorrow...She sets to sky upon wing

Spill the blood of the Fomori...And forever she shall sing

Command the tides of battle...Watch the enemy cower

Drink the blood of their heart...Eat the kidneys of their valour

Mother, Maiden, Crone 

Morrigan gathers the souls of the dead

Returning warriors back to her womb

I do not see a place that is dear to me

This world has become nothing but a tomb

Mother, Maiden, Crone 

The Prophet

Two wounds made one and a king in agony

The Queen must fall to the hands of tragedy

Arethusa runs the rivers red with blood

The foretelling of fire, of famine and flood

Famous to infamous in the blink of an eye

His children died to the disease he defied

Seer, Soothsayer, Oracle and liar

The visions you believe only take you higher

The taste of Rose Pastille on the lips

The Roman goddess of the moon is eclipsed

The medicine man, diviner, Prognosticator

Believed himself a god above the Creator

Two wounds made one and a king in agony

The Queen must fall to the hands of tragedy

Arethusa runs the rivers red with blood

The foretelling of fire, of famine and flood

Evil deeds foretold, death by day, death at night

A frantic wanderer, unholy witness to the blight

Resuscitate the great king and see his demise

A lunatic that saw only sorrow through his eyes 

Soil in my Ears

Death by vivisepulture

To asphyxiate on the earth

The womb of the Earth Mother

To feel her soil in my ears

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Burn the Martyr

Burn the Martyr

She’s the Siren song

From your gateway theory

It’s a shame you put up walls... 

And don’t have the balls to see her clearly

The witches of the leaves

The ones you demonized

When did you decide... 

that those that abide have to be criminalized

Harpies cry ‘tis time

To purge the world of her crimes

Bleed the seed that feeds...

The leaves releasing her verbant kind

Martyr it... Burn it’s remains

Breathe it in... Ashes from the flame

Martyr it... Burn it’s remains

Breathe it in... Ashes to the grave

All Lyrics Written by Craig Moggy