lyrics
Young oracles shake, their blood streams down the ropes
It foretells the hoof-beats of Roman cavalry
Our sacred rites crushed, our gods will be perverted
Turned to demons and saints to serve the Trinity
The elders scoff, hunched on their thrones
Insisting our ranks can withstand legions
We stand unmoved in druidic garb
Without bureaucracy we’ll achieve our ends
The gods of old are fleeing on the twilight wind
Wooded boughs bend low as we grieve their passing
We’ve watched these wars for a thousand lives
Pointless struggles everlasting
No Gaulish backs will break for the Caesar’s crown
We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ
The Morrigan’s ravens shall pick the meat from charred bones
We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ
Your salvation does not entice us
We’d rather burn than kneel to Christ
Your salvation does not entice
Our trusting flock follows us to the pyre
A forest grove to burn them all alive
Stand as heroes, proud to die for your beliefs
Radiant now, your souls shall survive
Why do you scream, young ones?
Once you have died, you’ll see who you have been
You shall return, free of your shackles to serve us again
credits
from
Brimstone,
released April 23, 2011
All songs by Ichabod Crane.
All lyrics by Scott Roger.
Watercolors by Wednesday Wolf,
www.wednesdaywolf.com
Scott Roger - vocals/guitar
Mike Oiler - guitar/vocals
Matt Spaeth - bass/vocals
Brandon Siegenthaler - drums
Recorded by Robert Reinard at Byahh! Studios, Kent OH
Mastered by Bill Korecky at Mars Studio, Mantua OH
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