More and More It’s Beardmore

The wind that blows
‘near everyday
is colder than it seems
the dark star cometh
and rises in the east

As often is
in this bronzed age
a time of disbelief
A mortal nay trusts a house of lies
On a hill of God’s deceit

More and more it's real
more and more you fear more
more and more it's truth
more and more the Gods
say

"More and more it's Beardmore"

As sunken eyes
develop blisters
sharper than your teeth
she emerges from a manmade lake
and screams for her release

Her beauty is none of your concern
you’re a liar and a thief
she’ll tear a man to shreds
and soothe masses with her teat

“To what exquisite luck do I owe this
stop, a day too far too late
i’ll never let them forget you
your id is your mistake”

So she began undoing nigh
40 days of bells
“Hark! she cometh, and she is bringing hell”

After the cross comes to a solemn rest
Forsaking peasant fields
The farmers find the ancient runes
The secrets to their yields

What do we call this conquered land
Where blood so freely pours?
“Aye m’friend, we’ll meet again
In the fields of Old Beardmore”

Deep inside the womb she bears
A demon with no name
Her life’s work is destruction
And her spirit yearns for pain

“I feel oh baphomet stir deep
His iron heart was large
Alert with flaming spears
I am his darkest thought”

A holy union, dark mortality
until it breaks the chain of life.
A river flows through the soul of man
He lays to rest at night

The homestead is so quiet now
the time for work is done
the only person living now
is the devil, is the son

until a soldier can pierce his heart
his reign will continue on
the dirge of weary feet
and the horror of another dawn

“I knew a woman who lived a life
so pure Buer could only lose
his many arms defeated and
the wizard is the cure”

But who is she, this ancient one
a savior from africa
her brother was Utnapishtim
and her mother was the sun

Across the hills the song rings out
“Oh come to me my loves”
the old ones fly to the hallowed graves
Listen what the siren’s sung

A heavy load dropped to the ground
the servant he will pay
we’ve suffered long enough in darkness
rest your head this day

the second star that shines so brightly
sent the hordes of men who shine
speaking new languages
and erasing swaths of time

A line evolved into a sphere
the old ones knew it lame
they called it Abaddon
and the tribe it cries in shame

The sphere fell down from the heavens
the morning star couldn’t save
I’ve never been afraid to die
but I fear to say it’s name

Deep within the womb of time, 
a creature thus be born. 
a shadow follows you to your sleep
and watches until morn

The creature thus be born!
The creature thus be formed!
The creature thus be born!
The creature thus be formed! *

And when the beast touches the head
When the heavens open up
o Scotland will be free again
and drink from the silver cup!

The creature has begun it's 
journey deep forlorn, oh deep forlorn
a body is immortal
upon this day which he be formed.

In the sea of mucus the spirit
rides down from the mountain
and explodes from the tumbling passageway
and drowns in the fountain

A holy union, dark mortality
until the dark mortality breaks
the chain of life.
The creature thus be born!

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