THUNDER, TOMB & THRONE LYRICS

1. Thunder

Countless tales of lambs, and of kings
And of drought and of locusts warn
Lightning will dance as thunder sings
To announce the coming storm

2. Lowly Dog

Unfortunate man
Wife dead by spring
To know one's self forgiven
Is to live like a king
Unfortunate man
Wealthy only in ills
A stranger to rest and his country men
Reaping alone, weeping alone in the hills

And you're born of a hermit
Gratuitous child
There never was a morning in your life you
Greeted with a smile

Lowly dog, trodden underfoot for 13 seasons
Don't you run no more
This land's no friend of yours
Hang your head

Candle in the stable
Casts shadows over the field
Fresh meat on the table
Fresh fates waiting to be sealed
Lay to rest the sickle
Lay to rest the plough
Call your firstborn from the forest
Call him home now

These days aren't worth the counting
They're turning workmen to slaves
The only sound is the foot of the mountain
Begging you to dig some more graves

Lowly dog, trodden underfoot for 13 seasons
Don't you run no more
This land's no friend of yours
Hang your head

3. Spilt Milk & Honey

Now you own nothing
And you're owed nothing
And you owe your woe all unto the seeds that you've sown

The day is dead, the bitch has come
The siren's call that leaves you numb
The end was nigh but now it's here
So hide your son from the beasts you fear

From the lion in the twilight, the falcon in the storm
From the iron in the slumber and the emperor unborn
Travel on, though cursed by your own hand
Travel on, into unpromised land
Land of spilt milk & honey, land of all the dust you ate
Land of all the lust you left behind and the trust you learnt to hate
Travel on, now all hope of home is gone
And the strength of youth has left you here, travel on
Travel on

You dreamed a dream in your mother's womb
A dream you dreamt by your father's tomb
Now dream of all the gloom you built
Of the coffins filled with the milk you've spilt

You were the lion in the twilight, the falcon in the storm
You were the iron in the slumber and the emperor unborn
Travel on, though cursed by your own hand
Travel on, into unpromised land
Land of spilt milk & honey, land of all the dust you ate
Land of all the lust you left behind and the trust you learnt to hate
Travel on, now all hope of home is gone
And the strength of youth has left you here, travel on
Travel on

4. And So, I Remain Possessed

I've lost count of the miles I've put between sunrise and yesterday
Fortifications constructed from iron and gritted teeth

Yet still, I find myself in the grasp of this revenant
And so, I remain possessed

Nine eclipses spent shedding skin
Armaments carved of obsidian

Sacrifice versions past of you
To sculpt vigorous flesh anew

Yet still I find myself letting compulsions manifest
And so, I remain possessed

I am the moth
I am the flame

Yet still, I find myself at this gruesome spirit's behest
Yet still, these impossible fingers wrapped around my chest
And so, I remain possessed

5. Tomb

The first spears of light that struck your face
As you clambered from the womb
The coldest of winters and a warm embrace
All but lead you to your tomb

6. The Mountain I: The Tale

Bless the great protector true
O-e-o-e-o
Always watching over you
Praised be the mouth in the mountain

Till the field and to the streams
O-e-o-e-o
By night he guards the realm of dreams
Blessed the mouth of the mountain

Infernal creatures thee shall ward
O-e-o-e-o
On sustenance we shall not gorge
As we must sate the mouth in the mountain

7. The Mountain II: The Truth

The bell toll turned the townsfolk from their toils
The stranger stood as they gathered up all their spoils
The congregation came to the mouth of the cave
The father told the flock how they could be saved

Give unto the mountain
Or see in your children the faces of the dammed
Adorn the altar
With three and forty starving lambs
And your oats and your grain
And the livestock you've slain
Your mutton, your swine
Your ales and your wine

O-e-o-e-o

The scent of sweetened lamb's meat doused the night
The altar was laid bare by dawn's first light
The stranger turned the townsfolk to their priest
By torchlight they intruded 'pon his feast

Serpentine bastard
Vile traitor
Your blasphemies be damned
And in your cellar we see one and forty butchered lambs
And our oats and our grain
And the livestock we've slain
Our mutton, our swine
Our ales and our wine

O-e-o-e-o

8. Reborn as Dust

Thou shalt be a father of many nations, and kings shall come out of thee
And I will give unto thee, and to thy seed after thee
The land wherein thou art a stranger
As an everlasting possession
And I shall be their God

I've heard the voice that topples nations
It's robbed me of my mind, of my faith, of my patience

I repent my reverence
Oh Lord, these plagues are relentless
The hand that taketh
Must give unto me mortal grounds
Curse the dirt on which I knelt to the might that slew my children
I repent my reverence
Lord, your revelries are resented

The eye that speaks
Can summon the summits
The man who weeps
Shall be reborn as dust

I've felt the gaze that cursed my labors
Its touch left me bereft with no hope of a savior

I repent my reverence
Oh Lord, these plagues are relentless
The hand that taketh
Must give unto me mortal grounds
Curse the dirt on which I knelt to the might that slew my children
I repent my reverence
Lord, your revelries are resented

The hand that keeps
Can beckon behemoth
The man who weeps
Shall be reborn as dust

9. Throne

Just as liars, crooks and thieves
Would thirst for an empty throne
Will a madman ramble endlessly
Of destinies unknown

10. Three Peaceful Graves in Yorkshire

The masks inside your skull are slipping
To reveal a familiar scene
The iron slumber for which you hungered
Since the clock struck twelve on the night you turned thirteen
The path ahead leads to a tunnel
Filled with every door whose key you've lost
By summer you'll lie above the grass still
Winter may see you beneath her frost

Arise my son, we have our bearing
Stay true, stay true, stay true
Arise my son, you have my blessing
Stay true, stay true, stay true
Arise my son, we have our bearing
Stay true, stay true, stay true

The longest Autumn lies before us
Dawns made for toil and dusks made of fears
The spilt milk o'er which you wept now drowns you
Your home floods with your father's tears

Arise my son, we have our bearing
Stay true, stay true, stay true
Arise my son, you have my blessing
Stay true, stay true, stay true
Arise my son, we have our bearing
Stay true, stay true, stay true

I found the land grandfather promised
And know in rest we shan't be alone
I saw three peaceful graves in Yorkshire
I saw our names carved into their stone
They read Thunder, Tomb & Throne

11. Iron Slumber

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12. Six Wolves

The first spears of light
Shattered the glass of night
Adorning a dreary peak
A twisted old hanging tree
Six wolves made their way to the summit
To worship the noose strung above it
They did tread a well worn path
From which there is no coming back

Would you deny our swollen bounty?
Who are you to keep us from our prize?
Appease the beasts around thee
Appease these golden eyes

Head in the rope
Kick out the chair
Head in the rope
Kick out the chair

The tendrils of night
Strangled the dying light
Adorning that dreary peak
The twisted old hanging tree
Six wolves made their way to the hillside
Thanks to the noose, each satisfied
They did treat a well worn path
From which only wolves will come back

Would you deny our swollen bounty?
Who are you to keep us from our prize?
Appease the beasts around thee
Appease these golden eyes

Head in the rope
Kick out the chair
Head in the rope
Kick out the chair

Head in the fucking rope
Kick out the fucking chair

Appease the beasts around thee
Appease these golden eyes

13. Thirteenth Season

Unfortunate man
Wife dead by spring
To know one's self forgiven
Is to live like a king

Would you deny our swollen bounty?
Who are you to keep us from our prize?
Appease the beasts around thee
Appease these golden eyes

Unfortunate man
Wealthy only in ills
A stranger to rest and his country men
Reaping alone, weeping alone in the hills

Do you deny our swollen bounty?
Who are you to keep us from our prize?
Appease the beasts around thee
Appease these golden eyes

Countless tales of lambs, and of kings
And of drought and of locusts warn
Lightning will dance as thunder sings
To announce the coming storm
The first spears of light that struck your face
As you clambered from the womb
The coldest of winters and a warm embrace
All but lead you to your tomb
Just as liars, crooks and thieves
Would thirst for an empty throne
Will a madman ramble endlessly
Of destinies unknown
Alas, no wealth of quips, and of jibes, and of rhymes
Will fit thirteen seasons into fourteen lines







THUNDER, TOMB & THRONE LYRICS