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Standing Childe
23:04
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Mark well this son of Ordulf
Ordgar the hunter, the warrior, the Childe,
Through Devonshire lands of my father
My bold reputation is known far and wide
Proud soldier's son proven to all
From graceful Plym to Crockern Tor
Tavistock Eaves to Wistman's Wood
My name goes on before
The noblest champion
My constant companions : bow, armour and horse
A classical hero
Unbeaten in combat, Famous par force
This bright Winter's day sally forth
Feel the bite of the wind from the North
Talk of death and unrest on the moor
And so they called for me
And so they called for me
Childe !
I stand before you as Ordulf my father
Sent me to help you, rumours abound
Talk of a monster which comes from a mountain
Lair in the snow, down through the cloud
"Childe Help Us : We turn to you in despair
This Hell Beast, Gouging and trampling and killing we swear"
Cometh the hour, cometh the hero
Herculean task with no time to waste
Find me a party of lion-hearted locals
There to support me, keen to make haste
"Childe Bless You : Our best men have fallen you see
God Speed You : Alone you must go to the heights of the North-East"
"Childe Praise You : Dispatch this Hell-driven beast
God Speed You : To frost stiffened moor, far in the North East"
Born to this duty, Bound to this land
Hardship accepted, the hunt I command
Onward to Glory, Like no-one else alive
Like no-one else alive
Breaking free we fly, man and horse as one
Green meadows are far behind, o'er frosted ground we run
Then ahead ! I see him there
His tracks in the snow
My Erymanthian Boar
Onward we go
Celebrate the hero, all will know my name
Monuments remembered, Centuries away
Childe who lived like no-one else before
I see you! Now right before my eyes
Pray tell - what Devil-spawn are you ?
A fiend from out of Hell, Working evil in the world
Today it ends, where horizon meets the sky
A readiness for death's eternal cold embrace
A chance to pass beyond to glory
Prepare yourself! Engage the clan of Cain!
A fiend from out of Hell, Working evil in the world
Today it ends, where horizon meets the sky
A readiness for death's eternal cold embrace
A chance to pass beyond to glory
Back to Hell you go !
As noblest Ordulf's son in blood and God I trust, into
The snow, Unto the breach
Fate will do as it must
Haha! Onward
Tight the reins and hard the breath
Onward to life or death
Today it ends, where horizon meets the sky
This son of Ordulf ..... like none before
Eternal cold embrace
Is this why we live our lives ?
So far from all I've known
So alone
Today it ends
This Son of Ordulf
Fast beneath my horse, his body gives me warmth
But it's not enough, it's not enough
Through the swirling snow, just before he goes
He strains to meet my gaze ..... we know
Generations fall like leaves upon the trees
Cruel Winter blows them down soon covering their deeds
But what remains?
No-one to hear my cries
My dying breath alone, no long goodbyes
Mark well this son of Ordulf
Ordgar the hunter, the warrior, the Childe
Born to this duty, Bound to this land
Fallen in glory, Ordgar still stands
Mark well the Childe who lived like none before
Like none alive, so stands the Childe
Bound to this land, through countless years
A man apart, the Childe still stands
Behold the Childe
Behold the Childe
The Childe still stands
The Childe Still Stands Today
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Mirabilis
10:26
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Seven years long we toiled, ancient manuscripts we searched
Seven planets are aligned, Combining wisdom here on earth
Combining wisdom here on earth
Unlock the secrets of the wise, attain divine
Our noble art, now lifeless brass
Will speak
Form perfected life from death, the Brazen Head takes its first breath
Soon he will speak the truth
We seek
Some say magic or witchcraft here, some harbour envy, with others fear
Despite it all, it makes no difference what they say
Forgoing sleep for seven nights, my heavy eyes they recognise
Have to trust in time to tell me what he says.
Rest well, Roger Bacon
Rest well, Illumination
Rest Well, On this sixth day
Rest Well, He will soon say
These questions, O these questions, O these questions, O these questions
O these questions, O these questions
No more Secrets, The Truth
Time Is
Time is all you know
Time it holds you down, until the end
No more questions, listen as I speak
Time Was
Time Past
Seven Years long we toiled
Seven Planets were aligned
Forgoing sleep for seven nights
Seven spirits, seven lights
Seven wonders, seven seas
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Waters Dark
03:08
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Leave behind old tangled streets
Beyond the Roman stone wrought walls
Await the Minster's blessed peal
Far from the crowd this Mayday Morn
Hear the gentle waters song, through verdant shade it won't be long
Clutching stones of purest white, await the bell, the time for five
Cast them out,
To timeless calm
Flowing fluid dreams
I pray they will take form
Relive the past
Relieve the pain
Reveal the future bring
A present free from blame
They said that time heals everything, all will soon be well
They sing their song songs of transience, we fall under its spell
I've heard it said that Spring won't be long, but it's so hard to tell
And it feels to me it's all so far away
Staring at Waters Dark
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4. |
Free To Choose
06:00
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A lifetime moving on from all the places I don't belong
From people who won't understand, an exile born to wander the land
Free to say what no-one else will say
Our darker side given light of day
The great and good agree, a sentimenal lack of style
They cannot look beyond, behind, beneath their smile, they turn & sigh
Free to say what no-one else will say
Our darker side given light of day
No value for the capital, they say 'go west young man'
Outsider finds a way inside, to reach the Barbican
Cling to life on Clifton Street, Misfits not missed, at last belong
Whispered talk of decadence, with certainty they sing their song
They turn us out, they turn away, outcasts one and all
The flotsam and the jetsam now, outsiders clarion call
We are Free to choose this way, free to think, free to be who we are
Free expression here, free to love while it lasts
We are free to choose this way, free to think, free to be who we are
Free expression here, free to live while it lasts
Total presence here, Total absence brings me back
It brings me back
A lifetime moving on, one more place I don't belong
A life, a world, a gallery, exiled now eternally
I showed the things no-one else would show
Darker sides in all of us we know
We are Free to choose this way, free to think, free to be who we are
Free expression here, free to love while it lasts
We are free to choose this way, free to think, free to be who we are
Free expression here, free to live while it lasts
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The Heights
08:10
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A final glass, the bottle drained, misty-eyed farewell to friends
The evening ends
To Will & Joe it's time to go, until we rewrite the world again
Close the oaken door, leave the fumes and fireside warmth
Into the cold, once more alone
It penetrates my soul .......it's all I know
From the Cross Roads, unsteadily at first I make my way, I leave behind the light
To ease the passage through the night, console myself with how it might have been....for me
Time it seems has gone so fast, as memories, dreams and hopes are lost
And I'm slowly painted out of history
Still I recall a different time with aspiration mine
Talent burning bright, I was the bearer of family hopes
The red haired boy famed for invention and Horatian Odes
I can only rue how quickly those days go
My letters go unanswered, I wander lonely, what would William do ?
If I knew ....
Late Romantic seeking solace, in grape and grain and seed, find Xanadu....and I do....I do.... I do
Sound in my ideas, execution's all I lack
And in this parish the Bells toll for me
Across the bridge I pause awhile, the waters dark reflecting true Worth....and all that I deserve
Another rented studio, another short lived post, I've lost again
Overlooked, underrated, never eagerly awaited
Haunted by my failure night and day
Nothing to say, No-one wants to hear
Nothing to show, No-one wants to see
Nothing to add with brush or pen
Nothing to tell in verse or prose
No stories left for me ......let's see
Nothing to say, nothing to show
Nothing to tell, nothing to add
One story left for me
By the boundary of Thrushcross Grange a shadowy figure takes form
Ancient & evil & just out of sight, my mind distempered no more
From the trees, cross the road then it halts, the briefest of glances we know
Of old It knows me
Its gaze pierced my heart
Then to the Heights we went
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Napier's Bones UK
Napier's Bones are a UK band steeped in classic prog and using it as a foundation for their own take on long-form
progressive rock music.
The focus is firmly on dramatic storytelling with subjects capable of resonating with today's listeners. Music that references the past but is very much of the here and now.
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