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I was walking through
The park one noon
In the very merry
Month of June
I was taken by surprise
By a wolf with frozen eyes
In the very merry
Month of June
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I Am But One
11:16
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I am as dust
That doesn’t exist
I am the rain
Shrouded in the mist
By an ancient stream
Sits a woman with braids
Near my simple statue
Now a river stone that fades
On the other side
Of the river
Are satanic whores
As worthy as gods
And men of platted wars
Bloody Viking cause
I am but one of two
Very old altars
I am but one of two
Very old sides
On this side of the stream
There is my statue
They see me as a shaggy
Man with hooves
Playing the pipes
But I am but one of two
On the opposite side
Of the stream is a symbol
Made of lines
It looks like my face
It is the symbol of
Those who carves and
Worshiped me
For I am but one of two
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Devilmas
04:35
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Let him be
Oh pity him now
For they are all dead
With the silly on the prowl
Feel for him in his loneliness
The Devil’s tears her last caress
He gathers the ashes to the spec
And lights the flowers around her neck
For the love of an angel
Brighter than fire
Father of all weds the
Bride of the pyre
Janet Cornfoot
Still has the time
To burn backwards
Before her rhyme
Beautiful child
Darling boy
Die die dying joy
With all the pain throughout the world
This wrath of mine had unfurled
And send to you my silly friends
A tribute to make amends
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4. |
Comparing Pain
08:01
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Be a Wolf
09:31
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Out I did break but did I
Like what I found there?
The sea in my wake
From out of the hold
I saw the new dawn
We knocked at the door
Then I took up my key
And let myself in
Be a wolf
The wolf she is ice
The wolf she is cold
She is down south
A shape to behold
Of fear and of love
The wolf she is mother
Upon my return
I live and I die
I feel it so strong
I laugh and I cry
Be a wolf
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6. |
The Black Waltz
04:57
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Is it dark is it night
Where they hide from the light?
Pair by pair without a moon
Dance in the crimson ballroom
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7. |
Victory Sunday
07:43
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Seventh night out of sight
Here comes the day
A mask of white
Devils will fly and
Devils will cry in the
End oh me oh my
Our women run
Our men see it done
Others scream as the
Gnomes have come
I’ll tell you a tale
A tale of day one
Two were involved
So he was but one
A devil they say
A devil they pray
With no evil one
They would all
Be undone but
The Gnomes have come
The Gnomes have come
The Gnomes have come
To burn and be done
Here comes the day
The day we shall rest
No temptation defined
None put to the test
The nothing that is
And the nothing that
Was on Victory Sunday
He was the dust that
Didn’t exist he was
The rain shrouded
In the mist by
An ancient stream
Sat a woman with braids
Near his simple statue
Now a river stone that fades
The Gnomes have come
The Gnomes have come
The Gnomes have come
To burn and be done
It is said that the
Ground will rent
And the sky will cry
A day of hell when
All shall die but in
The midst of this
The day of the Gnome
The familiars will
Transgress
And the witch
Will have flown
And devils will fly
And devils will cry
On Victory Sunday
Don’t you ever sleep
And don’t you ever weep
On Victory Sunday
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In a house made of clay
A small family there is
The man he makes
Songs of sadness
They bring us joy
In a house in a New Town
There is a man with a camera
His sister cannot stay put
She flies all about
But will she endure to the end?
Shall she die before she will?
Perdurabo
In my heart there is
An inverted Diemen’s triangle
Down there the air is like a knife
There is magick and I
Will endure to the end
Will I endure to the end?
Shall I die before I will?
Perdurabo
In a house made of stone
Sits a man with plastic eyes
Though it is cold he writes
With a swastika in his heart
We ran from the hive at dusk
Oh Lake Pedder,
We killed them all
There is a man with a cat
He builds ships and
Cooks with steam
There is a tall black man
And a short black woman
Their dog is the colour of snow
There is a couple dressed in paint
They have endured from before
And the days in the North
There is no magick and I could
Not have endured to the end
Will I endure to the end?
Shall I die before I will?
Perdurabo
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Diable Amoreux TAS, Australia
DIABLE AMOREUX is an avant garde / apocalyptic ‘gnomic’ folk band began in 1998.
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