The Silence and Stillness of Death
by Dumah
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Fields of Blood
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Disciples of Blasphemy
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Circle of Hatred
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The 2000 demo recorded at Premier Studios in Wausau, WI. it is being put for free on bandcamp for the sake of posterity.
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released 01 August 2000
Dumah Was:
Phil: Guitar & Vocals
Mason: Bass & Backing Vocals
Chris: Drums
Dumah Was:
Phil: Guitar & Vocals
Mason: Bass & Backing Vocals
Chris: Drums
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- Track Name: Fields of Blood
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From the darkness dost thou rise,
Risest thou on bloody wings to the sky,
On the wings of death, flyest thou,
And on command risest thou the ground,
Powers of might dost thou have,
Overridden from whence thou came,
Thine history rideth before thee,
And with it, thy never fleeting flame,
Power!
Has thou the power to ride?
Might!
Hast thou the power to fight?
Destruction!
Hast thou the power to kill?
Fear!
Hast thou the power to stay?
I have seen thee with mine eyes,
Power and might hath I witnessed,
And thy calling to the ravens,
Who at thy summons cometh to thee,
Fire doth shoot from thy fingers,
Destructive might thou art,
Burning the flesh of unbelievers,
In thine anger, merciless thou art,
March on! To battle dost though go,
On thy way leaveth thy mark,
No one shalt thou spare,
For thou art in anger, and despair,
No one shall stand in thy path,
For thou art the master and king!
Ride thy nightmare into war,
Go and make them beg no more!
A tear falleth to the ground,
There it lands with mournful sound,
Thine blood hath been shed,
And thou shalt fight no more,
Thine land raped by conquerers from afar,
Nature thou loved destroyed,
It seems that you fought in vain,
For all that hath been left is pain! - Track Name: The Archaic Trilogy I: Cross Hypocrites
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Blasphemous hypocrisy — Distraught pain inside of me,
Staring at what should not be — A lie alive in many,
Worshipping an empty sky, trying to live a fatal lie,
Thoughts that just should not be — Staring to the thoughts of many,
WE FIGHT!
WE must fight in glorious battle! On towards a common goal we fight!
With axe and sword in hand, We must fight all those who stand in our way!
For we, we are legion, and we, we are strong!
We must fight past those who hate us! We must fight past them all this day! To fight.. - Track Name: The Archaic Trilogy II: Hands of the Ancients
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Feel the power through my body as your neck I cut,
In sacrifice to the great ones, I am a follower of Set,
Chants we raise oh, to you, oh great ones in the nethers,
Raise your name, upon high, in hope of your favor!
Take now the body of this young one,
Take now the soul of this infidel,
Take now the songs we sing,
Take now sacrifices we bring,
And I the evil one who stands in your way,
I take, I take the children and lead them all astray,
I ruin traditions that you hold close to your heart,
I loot your homes and temples in the name of my God!
And I will be your falling..
Burn the churches of those who came to destroy,
Burn their temples as they took away your beliefs,
Kill them as though they had taken your child,
Do not let them continue on like this,
And I will be your falling..
The ancients will not stand for what they're doing,
They will get their revenge,
For stepping on the feet of their children,
And killing their beliefs and sacred things.. - Track Name: The Archaic Trilogy III: The Revenge of the Ancients
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The world spins slowly, the ancients plan the destruction of it all,
Destroying what they created, destroying in what we believe,
The people who came to decimate their followers, The peaceful tribes of the north,
To annihilate all of those who persecute their children...
And so it beings, the beginning of the end,
The destruction of the masses of Lebanon, The followers of the false gods,
The hatred is palpable, the feelings insane,
The beauty of destruction, the feelings of the end.
The city of the 12th bishop, the excommunicated station,
Ripped from its roots, decimated to nothing,
The bishops who incited the chaos, broken down to their human shell,
Decimated to their fleshy base, Kneel before the ancients' gaze...
From the ashes from rise the deities,
To protect their ancient tribes,
To lead them into battle,
Past their humble surroundings,
Past their point of human failing,
To amazing conquest,
Through the lines of aggressors,
Past the persecutors of Rome!
The ancients shall have their revenge,
The blood shall be strewn about the fields,
From the ancients shall rise a man of steel,
Not a savior but a leader of unquestioned power,
And in the hell they have created,
The false ones shall burn at the hands of the ancients! - Track Name: Disciples of Blasphemy
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I walk through the darkness with a burden weighing heavy on my back,
My fear of change and my fear of ever going back,
Your hatred has discouraged me and driven me out,
But I will never fall to your heathenous mouth,
A god of torment, dost thou worship,
To a lord of pain, dost thou give sacrifice,
Your blasphemous lies, thrown in my face,
I shall stand tall and suffer the pain,
Children of a fallen son, disciples of the evil one,
Chants we raise, on towards our calling to destroy,
Blood and steel and sweat drenched mesh,
Sharpened swords we bear,
To pummel and kill, in the name of the evil one,
Your words cannot destroy beliefs held firm in my bones,
Your blasphemous words and heathanous mouth tell lies,
The carrion birds circle closer to take the smell of death,
And they circle down and eat the flesh after their dying breath,
Thine God hath died in a merciless fate upon the sword,
His cross of lies hath been burnt to the ground,
His crown of thorns pressed deep into his head,
And the people disbelieve, proving lies he spoke.. DEAD! - Track Name: Circle of Hatred
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Speaking the truth is beyond thee, Thine lies will overtake thee,
There's nothing real behind thee, Hide behind your cross, you pansy!
No connection with thee and the world, Thine eyes cannot see what the south doth unfurl, Hatred for you is as real as the wind,
Tongue spits out falsities faster than guns, living vicariously through that which is false, Preaching supremacy as though it were true, Own insecurity brightly shines through.
Great ones take the soul of the who hath lied, and show him the truth and mistakes he hath made... breaketh the circle and thou shalt be killed, breaketh the circle and thine soul is damned...
I piss on thy trinity of chauvinistic pride, Ye who killed my people in the name of lies, Ye who destroyed the tribes of the north, and forced thine thoughts on all who opposed..
And.. the lies.. live on!
