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Ghosts In The Shade
06:53
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LOCATION: Shades Of Death Road, New Jersey, USA.
YEAR: 2018 AD.
PROLOGUE: There are many stories of how the ominously-named 'Shades of Death Road' got its sinister moniker. All seem to involve violence, death... and ghosts...
LYRICS:
The first to come is a shambling man
– his neck is broken and the bone of his skull is stark –
Life shattered for the handful of gold
That spilled from his pockets in the dappling shade.
Ambushed, brutalised, left to die…
The second calls with a hideous echo
– as his body weaves drunkenly in search of its head –
Cleft by his wife in the middle of the night
After years of abuse and a night at the whores.
Murdered, decollated…
Along this road walk the shades of violence
Along this road walk the shades of vengeance.
The third to come has surprise in his eyes
– clutching at his chest with his sanguine fingers –
Shocked by the bullet and the hole in his form
Bill was buried in the mud and never then found.
Unavenged, undignified…
The fourth and the fifth and the sixth are all bloated
– flesh sloughing off as they quiver and tremble –
Killed and then tossed in the lake without thought
Killed for the crime of the colour of their skin.
Massacred, genocide…
Along this road walk the shades of violence
Along this road walk the shades of vengeance
Along this road walk the shades of memory
Along this road walk the shades of death.
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Fire, Ice, Oil, Salt
06:28
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LOCATION: Deception Island, South Shetlands, Antarctica.
YEAR: 1931 AD.
PROLOGUE: Deception Island is called thus because from the sea, it looks like a solid land-mass - but it is actually a flooded caldera. It was used as a sealing and whaling station, with predictably catastrophic results for the surrounding wildlife. Finally abandoned in the 1930s, this lyric tells the tale of one whaler, who travelled to the ends of the earth in search of oil-wealth, and instead found only misery and death.
LYRICS:
The caldera lies dormant
But the fires of hell still burn these Southern skies;
Prometheus devours with industrial greed
As Vulcan lays his sorrowed head to rest.
“Soot billows clouds that mar the frozen night
And as I try to set my gaze upon the stars
Grease-laden snow settles
On to my blood-slick skin….on to my skin.”
When the weary seas grow quiet and still of song
And when our hold is full to bursting, we leave
Behind us, on this acrid beach, the bones of giants lie
Like the carnage of some demonic feast…
“Full of hope, for our fortunes have been made
We set to pass beneath The Convent
As through Neptune’s Bellows we navigate,
But for our effrontery
The Sea God unveils his rage:
The rock that cleaves from the cliffs
Smashes timber and sinks us to the depths…”
The cold is absolute as terror
The water’s grip as sure as death
And as oil and salt rush into my lungs
Out is forced my final breath.
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Mountain Man
04:47
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LOCATION: Dashrath Manjhi Passthrough, Bihar, India.
YEAR: 1966-88 AD.
PROLOGUE: The incredible, and true, story of a man (Dashrath Manjhi) who literally set himself against a mountain... no further introduction needed - look this one up!
LYRICS:
My back
My back is breaking,
But I, I will not be broken!
I pit myself against this mountain gladly and each day
I dream of its defeat.
All I have is my obduration
All my sweat and determination.
Each day I weather the storm of their scorn
More implacable than the rock that is my enemy;
Yes, the Gehlour may weather the storm of time
But I, I have resolution!
The sun, it burns my back and the haft, it burns my hand
But I raise my hammer high
And I bring my hammer down!
The rain, it stings my eyes and the wind, it strips my skin
But I raise my hammer high
And I bring my hammer down…
The years have numbered two and twenty
The mountain has taken my wife, my youth and liberty
But I have scarred its face to the bone
With my hands and with my will I have cut it to the bone.
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By Sword...Or By Water
04:55
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LOCATION: Soldier's Leap, Killiecrankie Pass, Scotland.
YEAR: 1689 AD.
PROLOGUE: During the First Jacobite War, the Jacobites defeated the Government forces at Killiecrankie Pass. A short distance from the battle site is Soldier's Leap - an 18ft-wide gorge across the River Garry, famously said to have been jumped over by one redcoat, Donald McBane, as he fled for his life from the victorious Highlanders...
LYRICS:
In the name of William, we four thousand men
To bring Dundee to heel, we marched into the pass
Above us - lay the enemy in wait
And below us - the River Garry ever raged.
Hours we stood, while the Faeries soaked our bones like rain
The cough of the cannons in the canyon did reverberate
But ineffectual was their roaring strain
For the summit was beyond their ken.
The shadows grew, and then the sun slipped out of sight
Anticipation rippled all across our redcoat ranks
The sergeants barked to hold fast in our line
Then like a waterfall they came…
Three volleys
Of musquet-balls we unleashed and hundreds dropped like flies.
But hundreds more
With sward and targe into us cut, and we were carved and we were broken.
Towards the baggage train I fled
– a horse to speed me to salvation…
But panic rose within my breast
There was but one route to escape:
Across the gorge, a gap of 18 feet!
Behind me Death drew his pistol
And made my choice for me
So I clutched tight to my courage…And I leapt into infinity.
And I leapt...
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Blood Upon The Baltimore
07:15
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LOCATION: Murder Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
YEAR: 1735AD.
PROLOGUE: The brig, 'The Baltimore', was found floating off the coast of Nova Scotia, abandoned except for a lone woman in the grip of madness and, like everything else on the ship, covered in blood...how this came to be, and what subsequently happened to the woman and the ship, is not clear...
LYRICS:
Across the sea, like spume upon the shore
Violence lapped around the Baltimore
Claiming lives, one by one
Leaving only blood and mystery.
There’s blood upon the Baltimore, and precious little else
The lone survivor, a gibbering wretch…
Alone she stands, see the light in her eyes
A fevered veil behind which she hides
What horrors lurk within the dark of her mind?
What demons let her live and stole all other life?
There’s blood upon the Baltimore, there’s madness in the waters
This fell brig casts a shadow on our harbour
The lashing rain castigates us for a week,
For there’s blood upon the Baltimore…
“Strap the lunatic to the mainmast;
For cursed is this witch!” –
Father decrees to exorcise these demons
With tar and burning pitch.
The flames illuminate the sky
And her screams do scar my mind
The stricken wreck of flesh and timber
Returns each time I close my eyes…
…every time I close my eyes..
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