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Instrumental.
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Between Two Magicians
05:24
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Between the wars 1934 the shouts crash through the heavy oaken doors.
Inside a globe that truths be known a shadow of your former self it shows.
You believe the writings on the wall.
You believe in disaster for us all.
If you dream you head back to the past.
Come storms or wars your lashed unto the mast.
Wheels will chase the water through your bones.
With flames above to lead the pious home.
Lead the pious home.
Every year for a thousand years the bells and voices have rung out from here.
Beware the tides of yesterday, a tomb to a man alive is made.
You believe the writings on the wall.
You believe in disaster for us all.
If you dream you head back to the past.
Come storms or wars your lashed unto the mast.
Wheels will chase the water through your bones.
With flames above to lead the pious home.
Lead the pious home.
Two wolves 'neath a fleecy skin await to trap you in their gin.
Beneath their feet the power lies, open the box and let the power fly.
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The Devil and Mr Punch
03:18
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Instrumental.
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The cold bites hard in the longest night.
Flames reach high in their delight.
For a day that dawns still far away.
Must leaves us broken for the fray.
The wolves are running they'd drag us straight to hell.
On our trails they'd hunt us 'til we fell.
We beseech protect us from their claws.
As hunger bites, the gods they demand more.
Awaits in battles yet to come.
Seasons chase the cruelest month.
Death beats down as has before.
Frost kicks hard through broken doors.
The wolves are running they'd drag us straight to hell.
On our trails they'd hunt us 'til we fell.
We beseech protect us from their claws.
As hunger bites, the gods they demand more.
If we can just ride out this storm the fields will feed us in the morn.
As the night must reign above our heads.
Where once again, we're desolate the fear grips hard inside our cells.
The devils leave their footprints in the snow.
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Instrumental.
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We left the station now we're homeward bound.
With curates and their collars gathered round.
The devil lies behind their words and deeds.
Every card turned is a chance to cheat.
On the train the fox steals half a crown.
Herne the Hunter, put that flanger down.
Off the road their car flies to the browse.
Careful Herne, just put that flanger down.
On the platform hunched against the sign.
Behind his bag a man as old as time.
The wolves are circling should we be found.
Switch the deck we'll hunt them underground.
On the train the fox steals half a crown.
Herne the Hunter, put that flanger down.
Off the road their car flies to the browse.
Careful Herne, just put that flanger down.
Who would think to check the guards,
of the ones who hold the cards.
Hope for equity just drifts away.
Can they staunch the rich man's greed,
When rats will work for mouldy cheese.
Outside eternity you will face your judgement day.
On the train the fox steals half a crown.
Herne the Hunter, put that flanger down.
Off the road their car flies to the browse.
Careful Herne, just put that flanger down.
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Instrumental.
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Here trapped under the waterfall.
As the wolves are running in the wild wild wood.
Frozen inside the waterfall.
As the cars are flying around their ears.
Where shall the knighted showman go?
The horses white lost to the snow.
Jump into the painted scene.
You can't fight what you don't believe.
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I can only see the trees rushing through their lines in scenes.
Now the war is over so must grow the thyme.
Cast aside it looked just like roses in the snow.
Trail behind rivers to find to sign the cruelest blow.
My blood it stiffens with the cold.
Snow as fleet as times of old.
Bitten deep so deep inside.
Left alone in the wintertide.
The north wind it blows so cold.
Cuts so cruel in half you'll fold.
Ice in their veins as they ride.
Hunted down for the crimes of the wintertide.
O' come ye here before the eve the secrets of the scents revealed.
Hung all along the chase so not to be denied.
Bells tied fast onto the tail a guarantee no chance to fail.
Tripped up, beaten, and dragged along, like a ruby in the snow.
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Instrumental.
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The Rowan Amber Mill Devon, UK
Since 2007 The Rowan Amber Mill have been purveyors of Woodland Folkadelica/alt-Folk. Releases include: "folk devils & moral panics", "midsummers" and "Heartwood". The Book of the Lost (with Emily Jones). Silent Night Songs (with Angeline Morrison).The folk horror collection Harvest the Ears. The synth album Follows Shortly (as Making Tea For Robots). They are half of Rowan:Morrison. ... more
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