At Their Table Lyrics
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Album | Eight Coffin Nails(2018) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Melodic Black Metal |
Labels | Woodcut Records |
Ranked | #195 for 2018 , #8,777 all-time |
Album rating : 75 / 100
Votes : 3
Votes : 3
5. At Their Table (5:01)
By earth, by water, by air and fire,
by spirit most pure I fling open the door.
By word, by gesture, by songs that they inspire,
by will most sound I call them forth.
Where three roads lead and eight winds part
stands our church beyond time and place.
With hooves for feet and flames for heart
around the same fount of power we pace.
There is no higher honour than to sup at their table,
no greater gift than this chalice we share.
The feet that stomp the grave of my own Abel
shall move to the rythm of a lifelong prayer.
Bright Moon Lover,
make this body writhe.
Black Moon Mother,
with your blood wash my eye.
The wisdom of the dead I raise from the halls beneath,
and the radiance of the stars I draw down.
I speak the spells of old and echo each future deed,
and bind them all in the eternal Now.
There is no higher honour than to sup at their table,
no greater gift than this chalice we share.
The feet that stomp the grave of my own Abel
shall move to the rythm of a lifelong prayer.
by spirit most pure I fling open the door.
By word, by gesture, by songs that they inspire,
by will most sound I call them forth.
Where three roads lead and eight winds part
stands our church beyond time and place.
With hooves for feet and flames for heart
around the same fount of power we pace.
There is no higher honour than to sup at their table,
no greater gift than this chalice we share.
The feet that stomp the grave of my own Abel
shall move to the rythm of a lifelong prayer.
Bright Moon Lover,
make this body writhe.
Black Moon Mother,
with your blood wash my eye.
The wisdom of the dead I raise from the halls beneath,
and the radiance of the stars I draw down.
I speak the spells of old and echo each future deed,
and bind them all in the eternal Now.
There is no higher honour than to sup at their table,
no greater gift than this chalice we share.
The feet that stomp the grave of my own Abel
shall move to the rythm of a lifelong prayer.
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Eight Coffin Nails - Lyrics
1. Self-Exiled Lyrics | 2. Facing the North Lyrics |
3. Aureate Water Lyrics | 4. The Upright Road Lyrics |
▶ 5. At Their Table Lyrics | 6. The Foe of Many Masks Lyrics |
7. Twice Eleven Lyrics | 8. Pohjoinen Lyrics |
9. To Flames the Flesh Lyrics |
Eight Coffin Nails - Album Credits
Members
- Thasmorg : Vocals, Bass
- Mordant : Guitars
- Vexd : Guitars
- Gorath Moonthorn : Drums
Additional musicians
- Henri Sorvali : Keyboards
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