BLOT MINE - Kill For Inner Peace

Off To War

Knowledge of the secret race 
passed on through a lineage of holy men 
from the time of giants and Hoglös days 
through his waters passed down again 

Sons of the blood, march across the moor 
for evil’s sake, off to war, off to war 

Brothers not of blood, shiver in the cold 
frostbit feet, walk the path, as did their father of old 
possessors of the spirit hold what is to learn 
our enemies taste our forces’ darkness, all their children burn 

From our fort we hear, from the west draw nigh 
sounds of savage cries 
their steel may last, but their bodies not 
they abide not by the signs of our times
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Coffins Of Clarity

A tribute to the distant 
who submitted themselves to the void 
now entomb our mind's eyes in coffins of clarity 

Wherein we, in our ignorance 
although we see it not, but at times like these, 
are as them, captives in the void 

Energy harboured by the woods surrounding us 
and our faith in evil's purity 
transform our clarity into a curse 

All we see, our bodies, escape the strains of earthly life 
all we are, mental shapes, dreams within a dream 
all we carry with us to remind us of the life we led - 
are the names we bore 
a surge of power rises up, embraces us, and casts us 
down to earth again 
and the vision is no more
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Kill For Inner Peace

In a crevace of stillness I lie, 
as an immortal in passive doom 
I can fuck myself back to life, 
or forever be trapped in earth's womb 
as a lonely vibration of pain, 
thoughts are doors, words are keys 
with my eyes feasting on the astral planes, 
I must kill for inner peace 

Clouds amass in great numbers above the holy land 
to serve as a guideline and fasten my hand 
I call them together to harken their plight 
and deliver the world from light 

In fury and disdain, the forces of good resist in vain 
the fate of the world beside me in a crevace lain 
towering above me a messenger of destiny 
to pledge allegiance or go down on me 

Peace denounced in favour of strife 
an entire civilization fucked me back to life
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Cold, Deserted And Dead

How my body longs for the cool touch of death 
and my mind for the relief it bestowes 
on me, unearthly values 
spoken aloud sear my flesh 
for actions unlawful, a judgement's passed, I know 

Impenetrable thicket surrounds the path I used to tread 
bedelived enchantment, bewandered in the arts 
arid wastes, cold, deserted and dead 
such, the scenery from which I depart 

Phrases and faces instead of the spells 
that will grand me rest and peace 
it's my death I want, nothing else