bassaholica2004
11-25-2004, 12:54 AM
I've been listening to a lot of Black Metal recently, and I think it shows in this song. This song is actually a story about a forest. Deep in the forest was a Church, and it burned down. Now, anybody who enters the forest, even the holiest of men, return corrupted, if they return at all. It sounds stupid, I know, but I like writing stories, and I like writing lyrics, so I put them together. :)
(INTRO)
A fog rolls off the lake,
Blood-red under the moon.
Fear wraps itself around the Forest,
Seraphs stirring in their clouds.
(PRECHORUS)
Such as the Fallen,
Such as the Birth.
Tainted ground,
Blasphemous earth.
(VERSE 1)
Rivers of oblivion flowing,
Tainted red by our blood.
Black figures slowly approaching,
Demons stirring in Hell.
(VERSE 2)
Blasphemy ever growing,
Beneath ashes and mud.
Holy men silently weeping,
Dying where they fell.
(PRECHORUS)
Such as the Fallen,
Such as the Birth.
Tainted ground,
Blasphemous earth.
(CHORUS)
From the Forest,
Blasphemy calls.
Under the Moon,
Faith falls.
Death in its silence,
Terror it keeps.
From the Forest,
Where Holy Men weep.
(VERSE 3)
A great figure robed in black,
Pale fingers siphoning life.
From the Forest death awaits,
Under the Moon of Blood.
(VERSE 4)
Holy Men never look back,
They are of Death's device.
The Forest corrupts their fates,
Under the ashes and mud.
(PRECHORUS)
Such as the Fallen,
Such as the Birth.
Tainted ground,
Blasphemous earth.
(CHORUS)
From the Forest,
Blasphemy calls.
Under the Moon,
Faith falls.
Death in its silence,
Terror it keeps.
From the Forest,
Where Holy Men weep.
(INTRO)
A fog rolls off the lake,
Blood-red under the moon.
Fear wraps itself around the Forest,
Seraphs stirring in their clouds.
(PRECHORUS)
Such as the Fallen,
Such as the Birth.
Tainted ground,
Blasphemous earth.
(VERSE 1)
Rivers of oblivion flowing,
Tainted red by our blood.
Black figures slowly approaching,
Demons stirring in Hell.
(VERSE 2)
Blasphemy ever growing,
Beneath ashes and mud.
Holy men silently weeping,
Dying where they fell.
(PRECHORUS)
Such as the Fallen,
Such as the Birth.
Tainted ground,
Blasphemous earth.
(CHORUS)
From the Forest,
Blasphemy calls.
Under the Moon,
Faith falls.
Death in its silence,
Terror it keeps.
From the Forest,
Where Holy Men weep.
(VERSE 3)
A great figure robed in black,
Pale fingers siphoning life.
From the Forest death awaits,
Under the Moon of Blood.
(VERSE 4)
Holy Men never look back,
They are of Death's device.
The Forest corrupts their fates,
Under the ashes and mud.
(PRECHORUS)
Such as the Fallen,
Such as the Birth.
Tainted ground,
Blasphemous earth.
(CHORUS)
From the Forest,
Blasphemy calls.
Under the Moon,
Faith falls.
Death in its silence,
Terror it keeps.
From the Forest,
Where Holy Men weep.