Darkwoods My Betrothed - Angel Of Carnage Unleashed [Full Album 2021]

Lyrics to Angel Of Carnage Unleashed [Full Album 2021] by Darkwoods My Betrothed

Tracklist: 01. Name The Dead Vår Gud är oss en väldig borg! [Our God is to us a mighty fortress!] My life is cheap and up for sale The priest has called his flock to come At the sermon in the church They will name my name: A dead man’s name Stay and starve Or serve, fight and fall Taxed in blood Blood: That is what we owe To God and our King Poor folk picked to fight a foe When that bell does ring I will dodge the church draft Load a boat and hack a hole Drowning dive to flee this toll Doom another to pay this tithe To War! They now call me To War! They won’t spare me To War! They will slay me To War! Holy crowns and richest gowns Icons upon God’s stone wall Those saints are standing Oh, mighty tall Fiery crowns, evil frowns All those churchly men Murder’s Angels sent Down by jealous heaven God is good and God is great Our King is just and in need Your debts to him are your lives Paid in blood, paid in deed Off to war, to south and east Show your mettle and your creed Drafted here for us all You, sinning men: Go bleed Our God is our fortress And this God may murder Us 02. In Evil, Sickness And In Grief The church has called us up and asked for hate And with joy clouds of greatest violence go create For this war we’re forced to bleed and fight For this war we darken the day, light the night And for this war we spread the soldiers’ blight And for this war all towns waken and ignite For this war slaughter with all our might But for this war forget what’s good and right Is this my life, my role? (War owns you, your soul) Are these my deeds, my belief? (In evil, sickness and in grief) Am I human, am I true? (War owns you, and all of you) Am I nothing but your knave? (Nothing but our slave) Burning, maiming, self unblaming Bringing those to the altar, Angel’s slaughter Those die who hope for hope, church bells pound And those die who raise up arms, chop around Those die who hide away and make no sound Those die who pray to God before they’re found Those die who quickly run or go to ground But those who stand and fight die every night Is this my life, my role? (War owns you, your soul) Are these my deeds, my belief? (In evil, sickness and in grief) Am I human, am I true? (War owns you, and all of you) Am I nothing but your knave? (Nothing but our slave) A man of war Is man no more Live this lie Yet inside die My soul is eaten My spirit beaten All the evil I bear With no-one can share Is this my life, my role? (War owns you, your soul) Are these my deeds, my belief? (In evil, sickness and in grief) Am I human, am I true? (War owns you, and all of you) Am I nothing but your knave? (Nothing but our slave) A man of war I’ll be no more Not live this lie Like an enemy die Clamp your irons to my throat Make me suffer as you gloat Be it so, for I now leave Life regain, suicidal grieve My ills make me bleed (We shall hunt you in haste) In soul, in blood, never freed (War will make you chaste) No Must I hack my way Through madness Through innocence To make my way to peace and innocence? And so you shall, our weakest child: Desert, and you will pay Your service still will stay No And so you shall, weakest child: Your fragile heresy Our vilest leprosy Forever will you be our child My ills make me bleed In soul In blood Never freed 03. Murktide And Midnight Sun Murktide and Midnight Sun Both ever shall rule Over terrible lands of swamp and thirsty fen Murktide and Midnight Sun Both ever shall rule Over these, our lands of blood and fallen men Evernight and Undead Day Both ever shall rule Over fiercer lands of lake and sharpest tree Evernight and Undead Day Both can only rule Over lands torn from us: The shredded unfree Murktide Evernight You rule and Give strength to all men Midnight Sun Undying Day You rule and Take away all men Mistress of Murders How you break my songs And bring us An empire of blades and plagues Steal all futures but one Which is Yours Murktide Evernight From afar, they all do come Midnight Sun Undying Day But here they all can only die 04. You Bitter Source Of Sorrow Angel’s acolyte I am become Turner of Her wheel: The Breaking Wheel Killer of those who have killed And will kill no more Nor sin no more Tie them down Apply that pressure Bring to sinners Her crunching pleasure Around the bodies turn Pain will burn forever Cogs and gears They spin at leisure King’s justice done Mechanics of his vengeful treasure Make this pain Life’s final measure I am revolving All assailing You, I’m turning: Execution! Your soul I’m churning All bones eroding Castigator! Levy the Angel’s due Grinding through bone and sinew Explore you to the core: I am myself no more Eat: I’m grinding meat Probing: Pride unrobing How come you aren’t succumbing To the Wheel? I am chained My heart is pained I am reigned The Breaking Wheel: Oh, bitter source of my sorrow Why must I do Your bidding? Why this ripping? For you are my human shearer Your own life, not much dearer As Wheel, I do sunder Rip apart Tear asunder Shearing Shredding Remolding You Round and round, Angel breaks me My bitter soul now sundered 05. Where We Dwell Arriving here Through open gate You bring your worst Blight our fate Do debauchery And slit, slice, rejoice Wreck our homes And peaceful lives Plunder, pillage: Evil done Angel taut to us brought Burns our house, rains her curse They leak their war Through our door They like to break Bodies rape and children take Make me a whore? Human no more? Draw up the barriers Arm the wards Summon hidden lake-bound swords: Floating wisps to deceive Your doings here ‘mongst the meek Must make you grieve Smash the gate in your face Force you out And force you dead Plead our plight to the land Break the malice brought by men Demon lamps Lead them grim Show them now: No need for him Be our sword Our newest lord Wash them in deadened shine Lights of fire flashing grim Hide our home Make our lives less thin Wisps of death running grim Help us live our lives alone Alone War take you far away Let war break you Ere death here brew This we pray Man: Him diminish Men and men: Their lives now finish And ours now stem Take our houses far from worlds of war and men From where all is pain Bring those lights To flit To dart Make life depart Take us away from the world of war, of them Away to where all is sane Us do shelter Us do save Dampest earth: Come us do defend So we salt the land Plough the grave So we arm all swamp Mask our grave Do not come back For we won’t lack You are no men Our door now shut The forest is our bower Hidden well Therein our power For here Witches dwell 06. In Thrall To Ironskull's Heart For Ironskull this field we light Wait upon an enemy who hides For our wrathful God we shall fight Learn the debt we owe Faithful work we do with all our might For Carolus the King we here marched Now standing straight for bullets to find us all Waiting, oh waiting, still waiting So that we may yet court her She, Our Angel of Rightful Slaughter Tired of our sins God turns the heart of our King To purge from us our lives so frail and thin His heart now turned God’s law is set to war Grind down all lands, leave behind all pain and sin Our defeat here at Napue we must now find Our King’s heart bent and turned to throw us away All prices we pay gleefully upon the field Bloody the soil and shorten this grimmest day So we fail So we fall Lost and done On reddest day of Russian blade and gun Few men truly stay mine For me your work not yet done The King’s forces fall, dwindle His heart yet may melt away from war Serve me: To slaughter run Carolus’s heart Go rekindle Bravest of men How you fought to fall Now stolen I weep for you Captured and caught My life unmoored Undone from our shore My heart calls to you From Russian lands I rise and retreat Hasten home to my kin Heed the King! Feed the Angel! Redeem our farmers’ tears and noble sin Too much death at Napue we were brought Ironskull’s heart bent to throw us away Sin’s price at Napue I could not pay Bloody that soil, long that grimmest day Urged to more I too turn Back to war: Empire Sire Fire 07. Massacre Seas of blackness to our refuge bring Wraiths who hunt us with hearts of stone On Shark’s Isle now we do cower Wait for dawn, wait so forlorn Across the gulf of waters bloodied Men of war with weapons steady Men of war their lust now ready We wait, our future bury Our menfolk slain, Cossacks knock With devilry this loot unlock Women’s lives are but meagre bribes Bodies carved by more than knives They have hung our priest up on high Ripped the children and watched them die Cossacks’ axes so very sharp Now tune our ruin like a harp Why? This Isle did lie Why? This night we die They smashed the locks of our homes Vengeance bought through our groans The cries and spells that we cast Didn’t work, could not last From victors’ pleasures forced upon a bed To this Isle of rocks we fled Now wraiths sent by war through the dark Smell our plight like a shark Why? This Isle did lie Why? Our end is nigh Baltic tides of conquerors’ lust Wash up on shores of fear and rust In Curse’s Angel they place their trust Hacking, chopping, singing their disgust Why (Axes swing) My (Blood on stone) Cry (Seas are sickened) Does not die? (Dawn now cannot come) 08. Black Fog And Poison Wind Cloaked in ice And wrapped with murk I brim and billow Lunge and prance Fogs of black astride Wind my poison and my pride Rime sharpens my lance Famished is my dance Seas my garden Sky my house Freezing fire All life douse Sweeping forth to the coast I bring doom to a host The Northern war is shut Our Angel now buried We stagger home to our land These fjords our final stand There: Like sticks they are Men upon the fell I’ll crack them Rack them Trap them in my ice The King is dead, men’s courage fled (Courage fled, all soon dead) Let them head on home (Here’s your home) From Northern coasts they march Filled with ague and ill They’re not worth stopping for (Worth stopping for) At our back it arises Wall of death a-rush Crystal bullets pierce our skin Murderous place of shards They weep They fall All I maul Tasty, fleshy, filled with heat Fires go out Lives follow I descend Rip on through Fog unmoving Makes them mine Statues soon Made of rime: Arctic murder most sublime We crawl, we freeze (All your fragile pleas) We fade away (Now fade away) Ice cries (So your army dies) Storm drips with lies (Frozen lives) Feed me! Love me! Beads of death Strung across the land: Army conquered by inhuman hand Frozen forever their breath 09. Outro [Instrumental]