From a Lion of Gold

from by SCORNED DEITY

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    Full length album MMXIII
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    Tracklisting:
    1. Adventum 03:03
    2.The Hand of Will 05:18
    3. Preserver 04:02
    4. Ritus 01:38
    5. From a Lion of Gold 04:16
    6. A Screever in our Midst 04:21
    7. Pantastic 05:52
    8. Colors Shed 04:53
    9. Slowlamaka 04:50
    10. Bread Trails 01:51
    11. A Spectacle in Red 05:04

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lyrics

The time is upon me the shaman in gold
summon the old to raise the new
my will be their breathe

So sharpen the the ready
seduce the late
for you will want be on the winning team

Awaken sleeping elders for it is our turn to dance
a game of dagger's deceit to be judged
by ancient tongue
Shout at the open wounds and
mend them swiftly for it is time
holding our breath above our heads
for the arms never weary shall grasp high

Kingdom built so vast the walls can talk
Reciting the value to be paid in full

Awaken sleeping elders for it is our turn to dance
a game of dagger's deceit to be judged
by ancient tongue

Kingdom built so vast the walls can talk
Reciting the value to be paid in full
the moon shall regurgitate quiet tonight
From a lion of gold consuming its prey
Fill fast in the fields where the monarchs are to play

Abrakadabra Alakazam
hear thee well the monarch to rise
wolves amongst sheep they'll sleep on their toes

So it is written the throne to be mine
relinquishing arms to the feeding of shrines
By smoke and iron in cold speech the stewards to bow
for thee our king for thee

Kingdom built so vast the walls can talk
Reciting the value to be paid in full
the moon shall regurgitate quiet tonight
From a lion of gold consuming its prey
Fill fast in the fields where the monarchs are to play

Abrakadabra Alakazam
hear thee well the monarch to rise
wolves amongst sheep they'll sleep on their toes

So it is written the throne to be mine
relinquishing arms to the feeding of shrines
By smoke and iron in cold speech the stewards to bow
for thee our king
For thee our king.

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from Adventum, released April 16, 2013

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SCORNED DEITY Detroit, Michigan

A marching vessel of gloomy hymns and grotesque epics. The divine blueprints for an invincible war machine. A horror spectacle of mankind's imperfections and primal instincts.
Symphonic, vicious, vulgar and relentless, this is a conquest to rally behind.
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