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Part 1 - Folklore
02:44
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Seelie court held by the brook
Photographs the children took
Looming forest fraught with fright
Slender shadows in the night
Wanderers entranced by glamour
Taken in by eerie powers
Evergreen eternal magic
Synthesizing with the tragic
Figments of imagination
Black-eyed children, unseen dangers
Memories of war and violence
Lycanthropes and phantom hikers
Grief creates a strange enchantment
Opens minds and questions science
Long lost spectres of the dead
Creatures creeping from the womb of dread
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Part 2 - Castle Ring
03:55
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(Instrumental)
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(Instrumental)
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Part 4 - The War Graves
00:43
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(Instrumental)
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Part 5 - The Rabbit Hole
01:59
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Watch seven nights
Sacred rites of the neon demon
Wait for the time,
Sacrifice to the bleeding screen and
Falsify the information
Persistent proliferation
Untruth and exaggeration
Screaming in an echo chamber
Digital dissemination
Preys upon imagination
Intellectual castration
Canonize the fabrication
Heed my words, flee the herd, don't believe a word the bird's telling you
Here's a tip, flip the switch, read a book and cut out the bullshit
I think I need to get out
The creeping spectre of doubt
I think I need to get out
I need to start right over
Can't talk but compelled to shout
This shit is getting far-out
I think I need to get out
I need to start right over
Ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss, ignorance is
Ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss, ignorance is
Savagery
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Part 6 - The Pig Men
06:15
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We are the Pig Men
We live in holes and
We kidnap virgins, from the surface
We sacrifice them
To Poseidon
Hail Poseidon!
Rise up Pig Men!
In the darkness eating hearts and violating buxom ladies
Opening a broken rib-cage, vicious relics of a lost age
Hiding from the light in caverns dark as night
We rise as twilight falls from ancient and hallowed halls
Shunned by the modern world we harvest comely girls
To use in obscene rites, we're evil troglodytes, oh my...
Climbing out of the well, we sniff and smell the air
We howl and lick our lips, subsurface misogynists
And down beneath the Earth, our shaman recite the words
Of necronomic evil and watch the bodies start to swell
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(Instrumental)
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Part 8 - Forest Clearing
03:45
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(Instrumental)
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Part 9 - Coven
01:24
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(Instrumental)
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Part 10 - Woodwose
06:12
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There's something in the woods
That thirsts for human blood
Some say a hellish wolf
Others the Brereton Dog
The Hednesford Hellhound
The Slitting Mill Bastard
Or maybe, grim and hushed
Our very own Bigfoot
Homegrown hairy ape man
Hominid or demon?
Cannock sasquatch, Cannock sasquatch
English woodwose
Footprints in the forest
Bringing in the tourists
Cannock sasquatch, Cannock sasquatch
English woodwose
Do you dare believe it?
Animal or spirit?
Cannock sasquatch, Cannock sasquatch
English woodwose
Menacing the walkers
Dogging hotspot stalker
Cannock sasquatch, Cannock sasquatch
English woodwose
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Tomistoma Stoke On Trent, UK
Reptilian piano-led doom from the darkest heart of Stoke-on-Trent, England.
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New EP, "Cathedral City", out 07/09/2023.
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