This life of mine, born out of shadowed hills
Through clouds, the winds and ghosts that hide the sun
Alone against the savage hordes
The blade, the blood, the battle
And now comes death, but here we stand
And here we die
The sun rarely shines on
These slopes of somber hills
And the lone wind that whispers
Down these shadowed passes
Brings the sound of enemies
Their blood will stain these lands
On hallowed ground, this sacred earth
We make our stand
A starving moon fills the night
And gleams off the snow
She suddenly appears before me
A vision from years ago
All at once they attack
These warriors from a strange land
But we stand with a heart of steel
On the mountains of our fathers
Alone against the savage hordes
The blade, the blood, the battle
And now comes death, but here we stand
And here they die!
Blackened death metal riffs and Lovecraftian horror go hand-in-hand on the Seattle brutalists' ferocious eight-track epic. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2023