A shore lay empty in a savage village, but strange tides bring strange drifts. A man lay still washed ashore. Death at sea had been his curse. Found by a boy who wondered at him. Dragged to the village to be worshipped like a king.
This man, this strange giant man! Now the funeral began. The village gathered 'round the man on the altar adorned in gold. The women wept, children bowed their heads, and they offered him up to their gods. Now the men did storm, tear into his flesh, and of the dead they did consume. The women wept, children gnashed their teeth, and they drank of his blood. O, the power of this strange giant's blood!
Track Name: Worship the Wizard
I gaze upon the hazy shadow of a cloaked figure, chanting arcane drone into a glowing orb. Come closer, son, see what will become. Hysteria, madness, paranoia. The only fate I see for you!
Drowning in a sea of spite and hatred, struggling to stay afloat as the waves come crashing down. Venom and blood soak denim, lungs collapse. It's taking control. Ain't no pacifist gonna save us now.
The only hope for all mankind: turn off your heart, shut down your mind. March to the edge of the mountain's cliff, and be consumed by the power of the riff.
Track Name: Pull Forth the Blade
Scream for your countrymen, their eyes alive to understand. Can they escape the fire which cleanses them to dust? Machines will twist and turn to grind them all alive. No sense to fight against a soul that never dies.
Terror breaking this seal of waking. Serpents whisper the earth will crumble. This call of making pulls us under.
Pull forth the bloody blade. This troubled past is yours to save. These thrones are man's alone, their greatest fear inside. Try now to heal the land. Feel the strength within your hand. Hear now, the dragon speaks! The sun is black tonight.