Take them down to waters black, mother of the night 

Mother of the night

Girl You Know I'm Blind

Bombs

Black Sea Poseidon

Fading Blooms

Hag sits by the wishing well
With her lips she casts the spell
Rising demons up from hell 
To kill the bards

Every hour they ring the bell 
Drink so much it's hard to tell 
Far below the citadel 
The house of cards 

Hearts a foolish thing to sell 
Invites such evil into dwell 
Makes the mind a prison cell 
And your the guard

King's Famine

Hag by the Well

The castle on the rock 
Will surely fall to dust 
The prince will be the king 
And the king will surely lust 
For the old forgotten things 
The puppet pulls the strings 

Out on the moors things will take their course 
The peasants in the mud and the king is on the horse 
The dark before the dawn 
The motion of the pawn 
All alone 
Take the throne 
The throne 
The throne 

The dead of night 
The cold moonlight 
The gold you love 
The hole you dug 
Price on your head 
Hands soaked in blood 
Lying in wait 
For your pious judge 

Take the throne 
The throne 
The throne

Take the Throne

Rests his head on a spike 
Inside his brain rots and dies 
Town square the villagers cry
Words that the kings doesn't like 

King of the rock 
Tick of the tock
Do what you will 
In for the kill 

All around you are the friends when it suits them 
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones 
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne 

Out there they fight on the moors 
Down there the tomb of the lords 
Good mulch food for the worms 
I hope they left on good terms 

The king of the rock  
The tick of the tock 
Do what you want 
So nonchalont 

All around you are the friends when it suits them 
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones 
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne 

The king of the rock

Tick of the Tock

Across the moorland plain towards the desert fauna 
On the camel's back and smoking marijuana 
Go free the frogman king who says get higher and higher 
Go find the witch's hut beneath the wizard's spire 
Yeah
 
Hive of the mind 
Hive of the mind 
Hive of the mind 
Hive of the mind 

By the orchard's bloom is were he'll retire 
While the village folk build the pyre higher 
See the bell tolls for the town crier 
Go take the final seat inside the final fire 
Yeah 

Hive of the mind 
Hive of the mind 
Hive of the mind 
Hive of the mind

Hive of the Mind

All Natural

An alluring mix of psyche-rock with sabbathesqe undertones, heavy riff-age and intense drumming.

Hailing from Burnley and Todmorden, four horsemen meet to deliberate the meaning of metal. Starting in a post-punk garage band back in 2010 Tyler, Sam and Bryn meet James, a dangerous wizard, who uses a birch branch to hold his microphone.

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