No Self To Sue, by Obsidian

No Self To Sue

by Obsidian

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1.	Earthly Paradise 02:10	lyrics	buy track
Instrumental
2.	Empty Day 04:40	lyrics	buy track
Prologue from Earthly Paradise by William Morris, 1868 1. Verse Of heaven or hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease your burden of fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or return the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall you forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day. Prechorus But rather, when aweary of your mirth, From full hearts sigh unsatisfied And, feeling kindly unto all the earth, Grudge every minute as it passes by, Made the more mindful that the sweet days die - Remember me a little then I pray, The idle singer of an empty day. Chorus So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can never be dead, Or long time take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day 2. Verse Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive set the bend straight? Let it suffice me that my rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day. Prechorus But rather, when aweary of your mirth, From full hearts still unsatisfied, And, feeling kindly unto all the earth, Grudge every minute as it passes by, Made the more mindful that the sweet days die - Remember me a little than I pray, The idle singer of an empty day. Chorus So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can never be dead, Or long time take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day 3. Verse Folk say, a wizard to a northern king such wondrous things did show, That through the window men beheld the spring, And through another saw the summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines a-row, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way Piped the drear wind of that December day - An empty day So with this Earthly Paradise it is, Who built a shadowy isle of bliss, Whose ravening monsters mighty men shall slay, Not the poor singer of an empty day.
3.	The Fairie's Siege 04:43	lyrics	buy track
Rudyrad Kipling, 1901 1. Verse I have been given my charge to keep - Well have I kept the same! Playing with strife most of my life, But this is a different game. I`ll not fight against swords unseen, Or spears I cannot view Chorus Hand him the keys of the place on your knees - `Tis the Dreamer Hand him the keys of the place on your knees - `Tis the Dreamer 2. Verse Ask him his terms and accept at once. Quick, ere we anger him, go! Never before have I flinched from the guns, But this is a different show. I`ll not fight against swords unseen, Or spears I cannot view Chorus Hand him the keys of the place on your knees - `Tis the Dreamer Hand him the keys of the place on your knees - `Tis the Dreamer Postchorus I`ll not fight with the Herald of God I know what his Master can do! Open the gate, he must enter in state, `Tis the Dreamer whose dreams come true! 3. Verse I`d not give way for an Emperor, I`d hold my road for a King - To the Triple Crown I would not bow down - But this is a different thing I`ll not fight with powers of Air, Sentry, pass him through! Drawbridge let fall, `tis the Lord of us all, The Dreamer whose dreams come true! I`d not give way for an Emperor, I`d hold my road for a King - To the Triple Crown I would not bow down - But this is a different thing I`ll not fight against swords unseen, Or spears I cannot view I`ll not fight with the Herald of God I know what his Master can do! `tis the Lord of us all, the Lord of us all, The Dreamer whose dreams come true!
4.	Into Battle 03:49	lyrics	buy track
Julian Grenfell, 1915 To arms – Fight! 1. Verse The fighting man shall from the sun Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth; Speed with the light-foot winds to run, And with the trees to newer birth; 2. Verse The woodland trees that stand together, They stay to him each one a friend; They gently speak in windy weather; They guide to valley and ridge`s end. Chorus The blackbird sings to him, “Brother, Brother, if this be the last song you shall sing, sing well, for you may not sing another; Sing Brother, sing brother, sing.” Fire! 3. Verse All the bright company of heaven Hold him in their high comradeship The Dog-star, and the Sister Seven, Orion`s Belt and sworded hip. 4. Verse The kestrel hovering by day, And the little owls that call by night, Bid him be swift and keen as they, As keen of ear, as swift of sight. In dreary, doubtful, waiting hours, before the brazen frenzy starts, The horses show him nobler powers; O patient eyes, courageous hearts! Attack!
5.	Final Stand 06:14	lyrics	buy track
Into Battle by Julian Grenfell 1915, Macpherson`s Farewell by Robert Burns 1788, Fey from The Battle of Otterbourne by Anon 1. Verse All life is colour and warmth and light, And a striving evermore for these; And he is dead who will not fight; And who dies fighting has increase. Chorus Outcasts united impatient to fight Brave hearts Outnumbered on glory or death 2. Verse And when the burning moment breaks, And all things else are out of mind, And only joy of battle takes Him by the throat and makes him blind, 3. Verse Through joy and blindness he shall know, Not caring much to know, that still Nor lead, nor steel shall reach him, so That it be not the Destined Will. 4. Verse The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air death moans and sings; But day shall clasp him with strong hands, And night shall fold him in soft wings. this is more than battle – it`s my religion Ignite the fire in my heart Ignite the fire in my eyes day shall clasp me with strong hands, and night shall fold me in soft wings. 5. Verse Now farewell light – thou sunshine bright And all beneath the sky! May coward shame disdain his name The wretch that dares not to die. But I hae dream`d a dreary dream, Beyont the Isle of Skye; I saw a dead man win a fight, And I think that man was I.
6.	No Self To Sue 06:06	lyrics	buy track
Thomas Lovell Beddoes, 1851 1. Verse If there were dream to sell, What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life`s fresh crown Only a rose-leave down. If there were dreams to sell, Mary and sad to tell, And a crier rung the bell, What would you buy, If there were dreams to sell? 2. Verse A cottage lone and still, With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still, Until I die. Such pearl from Live`s fresh crown Fain would I shake me down. Were dreams to have at will, This would best heal my ill, This would I buy. 3. Verse But there were dreams to sell Ill didst thou buy; Life is a dream, they tell, Waking, to die. Dreaming a dream to prize, Is wishing ghosts to rise: And, if I had the spell To call the buried well, Which one would I? 4. Verse If there are ghosts to raise, What shall I call, Out of hell`s murky haze, Heaven`s blue pall? Raise my loved long-lost boy To lead me to his joy. There are no ghosts to raise; Out of death leads no ways; Vain is the call.
7.	No Ghost To Sue 06:43	lyrics	buy track
Thomas Lovell Beddoes, 1851 3. Verse But there were dreams to sell Ill didst thou buy; Life is a dream, they tell, Waking, to die. Dreaming a dream to prize, Is wishing ghosts to rise: And, if I had the spell To call the buried well, Which one would I? 4. Verse If there are ghosts to raise, What shall I call, Out of hell`s murky haze, Heaven`s blue pall? Raise my loved long-lost boy To lead me to his joy. There are no ghosts to raise; Out of death leads no ways; Vain is the call. 5. Verse Know`st thou not ghost to sue? No love thou hast. Else lie, as I will do, And breathe thy last. So out of Live`s fresh crown Fall like a rose-leave down. Thus are the ghosts to woo; thus are all dreams made true, Ever to last!

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This is my vision of death, hate, pain and love; the sound of my favourite Metal-, Punk- and Hardcore-Bands from the 90s merged with the feelings I had during all the battles I fought.