Orange Goblin : Healing Through Fire

Stoner Rock / Royaume-Uni
(2007 - Sanctuary Records)
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1. THE BALLAD OF SOLOMON EAGLE

Twisted tyrant master
Headed for disaster
I want the cities to crash and burn
Heading to the country
I know they'll never catch me
I'll take what's mine and I'll never return

Prophet to the unborn
A primal need for scorn
Can't put a price on my sanity
Preacher for the suffering
I'm the king of nothing
But I will reign for eternity

I think I'm losing my mind
Got no conception of right
These visions scarring my brain
I'm slowly going insane

Come kneel before me
Let the world abhor me
My words will lead you from misery
My own religion
My sadistic vision
I'm turning death into prophecy

I think I'm losing my mind
Got no conception of right
These visions scarring my brain
I'm slowly going insane

I think I'm losing my mind
Got no conception of right
These visions scarring my brain
I'm slowly going insane


2. VAGRANT STOMP

Imagination is the curse of every liar
Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire
And everyone will say you're crazy
Spending all your time being oh so lazy
Corruption is the plane to take you higher

Medication is the key to hallucination
The only saving grace we have is amputation
And who decides what we call sinning
Losing everything just to show we're winning
The rising of the poor is the salutation

Black hearts, on fire
With terminal spirit disease
False hope, expires
Bringing the world to its knees
Strychnine desire
Open the wound to release
Black hearts, on fire
With terminal spirit disease

Black hearts, on fire
With terminal spirit disease
False hope, expires
Bringing the world to its knees
Strychnine desire
Open the wound to release
Black hearts, on fire
With terminal spirit disease

Twisted visions
Burning deep in the back of my head
Tainted dosage
I don't remember what the doctor said
Numbing feeling
Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones
Sleepless dreaming
Never before have I felt so alone


3. THE ALE HOUSE BRAVES

Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives
Tell the ale-house braves they better run for their lives
Have you seen the children with the blood on their hands?
Have you heard about the terror spreading through the land?
'Cos the god you pray to sees the sinners and saints
But he doesn't give a damn about the people he taints

See the hounds of Fleet Street in their tatters and rags
Selling false premonitions for a penny a bag
All the lords and ladies with their diamonds and pearls
Throwing stones in glass houses, not a care in the world
Take your fancy crystals and your fossilised bone
Tell the ale-house braves the devil's gauntlet is thrown

Belly full of whiskey and a pocket full of rope
No fear in dying when you've lost your only hope
The searchers round on you before your final breath
Essence of life surrenders in the face of death

Adverse repulsion seems to drive you to the grave
No hearts on fire can persuade you to be saved
Blood-sucking leeches have grown bigger in the sun
The roses on the stone tell what you have become

Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives
Tell the ale-house braves they better pray for their lives


4. CITIES OF FROST

Salvation seems a million miles away
A generation wiped out in one day
The sun is setting on a rancid town
Lady solace has been gagged and bound
Brand a cross on the door of hope
Asphyxiating, we begin to choke
My head is pounding like a funeral drum
Awaiting the angel of death to come

If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing
A city of frost for a leper king
The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain
And in our weakness, the lord's to blame

Raping and robbing the dead on the ground
Light of humanity will not be found
All of our morals will now rot away
Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray

If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing
A city of frost for a leper king
The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain
And in our weakness, the lord's to blame

Lord come and take me far away from my home
Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown
Am I condemned to this delirious way?
Forever toiling in my watery grave

Brandish your daggers and come all ye men
This is our kingdom, the walls we'll defend
Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes
And lead us to victory under black skies


5. HOT KNIVES & OPEN SORES

Scars for the living
A ditch for the dead
We try to remember to drink to forget
Fools for our choices
Tools for the trade
We busy our hands as we bury the slain

Morbid derision
Sadistic release
Starving the pigs in the belly of the beast
The sky looks so hungry
The future looks bleak
The soil of the Earth will inherit the meek

Mass affliction of the chosen
Now the sacred vows are broken
Will they stand to be confronted?
Now the hunters are the hunted

Red-hot knives, open sores
Surgeons busy doing surgeons chores
Numb with whiskey, sealed with tar
Devil's stitches leave no scar
Ancient gods look to ancient suns
Ancient medicines in ancient slums
Masks of horror hide the shame
Roman doctrines can only ease the pain
Shattered sunrise, mercy calls
Hallowed victims scream in the halls
Filled with venom, filled with fear
Open wounds filled with life's elixir

Mass affliction of the chosen
Now the sacred vows are broken
Will they stand to be confronted?
Now the hunters are the hunted


6. HOUNDS DITCH

Have mercy on the city, she's a dying whore
I never said these streets were paved with gold
The shallow graves are overflowing and the Thames runs red
Is this enough to make your blood run cold?
Cracked skin and sunken eyes demand a special hold
Upon the angels coming judgement day
Dead hounds and a triple-horned messiah
Motion for redemption in the ripper's way

Running faster than the sands of time, the lambs conspire
To raise the omens of an unknown faith
The devil's virtues overpowering the wrath of God
And twist the blade upon the human race
The wolf is loose and in this city it's a fatal flaw
To see the beast under a funeral moon
Can't shake the paranoia that the end is nigh
When you're spoiling in a lousy tomb

Healing Through Fire
Healing Through Fire
Healing Through Fire
Healing Through Fire

Ghosts of the hounds start to rise in their packs
Hunting the blood that they crave
Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night
You prey for your life to be saved
Howling like banshees, so full of despair
A death knell to all that they cross
Diseased and deranged like the pit hounds of hell
Devouring the flesh of the lost

Cursed are the wicked and blessed are the sick
They see not the evil at hand
Animals rising from ash covered tombs
For vengeance upon every man
Snarling with vehemence, they beckon the thaw
Feeding on souls of the broke
Ditches and churchyards will crawl with the rats
That feed on their throats till they choke


7. MORTLAKE (DEAD WATER)

(Instrumental)


8. THEY COME BACK (HARVEST OF SKULLS)

Into the fire
The arrow of God brings a plague upon man
Divine retribution
Pestilence rains on the fat of the land
The sick and the dying
Bring out the dead for the harvest of skulls
No riches or fire
Can save you from death once the bell starts to toll

Rot
Rise
They come back to take the living

Rot
Rise
They come back to take the living

Prey for redemption
Judgement from centuries under dead skies
Black infestation
Chaos erupts when the buried arise
Infecting the water
The rivers will flow with the souls of the damned
Giving no quarter
Pestilence rains on the fat of the land

Rot
Rise
They come back to take the living

Rot
Rise
They come back to take the living

And the dead cry out in hell-bent misery!!

They're after death, they're after war
They slay the rich, to fatten the poor
Human prey, they pray to die
They're coming back, to take your life

No need for poison, you cannot hide
The city's swarming now with violent suicide
The vultures circle in the blood red sky
They're coming back my friend, and they've come to take your life
Come to take your life

Into the fire
The arrow of God brings a plague upon man
Divine retribution
Pestilence rains on the fat of the land
The sick and the dying
Bring out the dead for the harvest of skulls
No riches or fire
Can save you from death once the bell starts to toll

Rot
Rise
They come back to take the living

Rot
Rise
They come back to take the living
They come back to take the living


9. BEGINNERS GUIDE TO SUICIDE

Ripped apart from the core
My hands are so sore
The pills help me dream as hate drips from my pores
Poison coursing my veins
So filled with disdain
I can never return to the pain of before

Wrap my bandaged remains
In these old rusty chains
Ship me out to the sea
Where my soul can be free

Amputation of mind
I've been so unkind
The poisonous path to destruction unwinds
Blackened lung of despair
Can't take in the air
In my final throes, one last time close my eyes

Wrap my bandaged remains
In these old rusty chains
Ship me out to the sea
Where my soul can be free

Wrap my bandaged remains
In these old rusty chains
Ship me out to the sea
Where my soul can be free

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