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Wild Lands

from The Midnight Tales by Stonewitch

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lyrics

A mourn road to find this, though we can find another way.
All around us is dying, the trees are weeping some elder days.
Your hand in mine all day long, those wild lands will not tear us apart.
We drive west, we stand high, a new hope grows into our hearts.

Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts.
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult.

Night creeping stalkers rape the silent sighs.
Enter the camp, and so, playing roles with their knives.
Their envy glows.
Hailing their hunger, pray and sacrifice.
Brandishing their plunder meat, all nailed onto their hook.
Their envy glows.

Another morning rises, our confused hearts are filled by fear.
After the last night crisis, we hit the road with a despair flow.
We hear the distant sound, of their machines roaring as beasts.
The hunt will never stop, we're trapped, we know, the end is near.

Wild lands, blind hate, hunger hunts.
Black tears, grey skies, starving cult.

A decent place to stay, in darkness a shelter shadow home.
Maybe we find some peace,
Unlike the utter fury shattering the world.
I saw your dried eyes, trying to cry but failed in end.
Your hand in mine all night long, you and I, as one, against the world.

Ravenous horde of lurkers, tear the silent sighs.
Enter the bunker, so, drawing smiles with their knives.
Their envy roars.
Hailing their hunger, slay, cut and slice.
Salvation as a butcher craft, on a hook you see heavens cry.
Their envy roars

Finally reach the west shores and leave the hordes behind.
A huge void in our souls as the trees beg for their sap.
Everything dies my dear, even our hope drowned in the dirt.
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as waiting for death.
Do you hear my last cough or the roar of machines near?
Will you run or hold my hand, will you die or will you stand?
A last look, a last breath, a raw ending in sight.
Stare at this endless sea, craving for life as a burning fire.

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from The Midnight Tales, released January 3, 2018

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Stonewitch Angoulême, France

French project with NWOBHM & Doom Metal influences, featuring Aymeric (Fall Of Seraphs, ex-Acarus), Romain (ex-Acarus & ex-Manzer), Serge (Neonrain, Storm Of Capricorn, ex-Sael, ex-Acarus), Florent (The Last Oath) & Cédric.

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