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Mist and Ruin

by Circle

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1.
Procession 04:40
A procession for the king A march for the dead The coffin stalked by a coven Of the faithful dressed in black The church bells toll Slow and bleak They march on the grave Like an ebony sea The king is dead As is the king to be So vacant the throne And long live the king
2.
Upon the moors Of ancient stones Where sky and earth once met The mist reveals Cross the water An old stone bridge is set The darkness hangs Heavy but still A howl carries on the air Through the fog However so dim Her ghostly form appears From this bridge Her body hangs From this bridge Her body swings Through the mist She is seen Through the mist Death still sings From this bridge Her body hangs From this bridge Her body swings Oh my love Did you die for me
3.
The crow flies through the mist Its black wings gliding through the grey vapor It comes to perch on a barren tree Clawing at the sky, Climbing through the air The crow watches the field of green Bodies strewn as far as can be seen Swords axes and broken banners, The pollution of human greed The sacrifice of many for the few The crow watches The crow flies through the mist And simply watches
4.
As We wade through The fields stained red The servants of war So poorly mislead Sow the seed War came to sell Watch as the blood Poisons our wells Watch as our choice Our vengeful vice Will soon bring ashes to fall The dark clouds looming Close overhead The black hate of the gods Filling our lungs Burning our flesh The penance for gluttony and gall One by one, drowning our young Burning black blood we fall Slowly, Soft as the wind No louder than the drop of a pin Robed in, Fabric of the night sky Leading his ethereal steed to my side Death he was, Come to claim my soul Come to remove me from this blackened world As for the night, That night held no stars, vacant, empty, this fate was ours
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Little I fear But the passing of the day When stars appear Darker things hold sway Death in the air Bones emerge through decay Fires of old smolder And harps quite their lay These are then Times to hide and pray To whisper To listen to what you may For in the dark The dead hear what you say Entombed in his arms The coldest embrace I know Guiding me through the night Through the frozen woods and snow Let no grief stains the ground Let no tears welcome us home This sorrow too deep Only bells can pay its toll The dark, the darkness Let it take its hold I still feel the fear But its no longer cold
7.
My sight Cast in a black and white shadow Calm, still I watch, silent, through the mirror Nothing I follow the traces back, the blood drops Cold wind I feel it, I hear the heart beating quick No more No more All that remains is no more The stone steps, Each leading farther in A stagnant silence No life remains within but caution Blue Blue eyes Blue eyes shining like the hottest fires Frozen cold Haunting, hating, violent, and dead A warning Deaths' hand, guiding, to remind us To remind us To remind us of the tide of terror soon to come Those left behind, Those who were lost Those who seek revenge A warning A warning of what is to come... Beneath the catacombs Below the tombs, They gather in mass, Waiting to ensue Lost beyond lore, Old as the sky, An ancient evil, From which none can hide, It claws for release, It screams for blood, Its old stone cage Cannot hold it long. The long I walk inwards Towards the fevered howls The stone shivering Drawing from its power Fear, fear like none have known before I pace slowly, begging, begging 'no more' To peer upon these dead, once loving kin Now hate in their blue eyes, long since dead. My sight cast in a black and white shadow A warning of what is to come.

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A mad king laid to rest,
My wife taken by grief,
My war torn soul damned,
My life taken by our sins,
Foreshadowed horror
Guided by death's hand.

This narrative album is the second release by Circle.

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released January 3, 2017

Music, art, and lyrics by Circle.
Produced and recorded by Circle.

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Circle is an extreme one-man metal project.

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