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We Ride
02:48
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as our battle cry subsides
we watch the horsemen ride
it signals victory is here
when the burials yield to burn
there’s nothing left to learn
it signals victory is here
we ride
all the way to your town
we ride
gonna burn it all down
we ride
the steel is in our hands
we ride
gonna burn it all down
with loaded plunder ho
the fire’s set, its time to go
we’ll live to see another dawn
as our battlecry subsides
we watch the horsemen ride
it signals victory is near
we ride
all the way to your town
we ride
gonna burn it all down
we ride
the steel is in our hands
we ride
gonna burn it all down
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2. |
Sword
05:47
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we sail through time and space
looking for the savior of the human race
we fight, fight as one
worshiping the old gods praying to the sun
pick up your sword, pick up your gun
look around there’s no place to run
pick up your sword, pick up your gun
go and grab your first born son
the gate calls for its key
broken by the music of eternity
their gods you cannot see
writhing in the blindness soon they will be free
you face insanity
the more you fight the plague
the stronger the disease
pick up your sword, pick up your gun
look around there’s no place to run
pick up your sword, pick up your gun
go and grab your first born son
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3. |
Space Force
03:04
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our reptile race
has had its fun
leave dust behind
find a new sun
we burned your grass
and drank you dry
and blew your souls
into the sky
it's time to join the space force
it's time to join the space force
we're out of room
on board the ship
only the rich
can make the trip
but don't despair
we're not unkind
robots will rule
those left behind
it's time to join the space force
it's time to join the space force
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4. |
Grackles
05:28
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the green is gone from all the trees where grackles cling
like blackened leaves and buildings stare with empty eyes
where once was life, now all things die
all things die
all things die
all things die
in the yards where they once played now choked with
weeds and death’s decay they burned the promise of their
days and turned their cities into graves
into graves
into graves
into graves
so who will chronicle their end? their brilliant failures,
grace and sin? no singers left, no pain to ease just
grackles laughing in the trees
in the trees
in the trees
in the trees
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Beholder Houston, Texas
Behölder rises menacingly out of the swamps of the Houston metal/punk/psych scene, their single eye focused on the goal of sonic brutality. Well aware of the irony of writing soundtracks for the end of the world even as the apocalypse approaches, they answer the void with bulldozer riffs, car crash guitar solos, and incantations of madness. Listen, and fall under the spell of BEHÖLDER. ... more
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