Jack Baum - vox, bass, acoustic guitar
Evan Tamlyn - electric guitar, homemade guitar synths
Alan Hu - drums

Harsh Elixir

ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE

Withered wisps of hair
Upon a throne of gold
You built your hollow kingdom
For which you sold your soul
A fading silent prayer
Echoes as it dies
The ones we seek, the longest are
The ones we never find

Blankly staring eyes
As deep as holy jewels
Fixed upon the future
But deadened still and cruel
Although it seems to shine
Thought returns to dust
Giving back the heathen ground
The light she gave to us

Heathen Ground

Sudden liberation
Of war-molded mind
Antediluvian spirit
Freed for the first time

Foretold by the sages
Ancient wizards of plains
Son of Crom-built kingdom
From the ashes of chains

Captors of the sun
And priestess of the high seas
Fathers of the mountains
And the holy commune of the trees

Spirit of the rider
With the will of the land
He will carve his kingdom
With his own two hands

The Riddle of Steel
In the halls of the mighty
A sword unsheathed
And an arrow of lightning

The standard of the cult
And snakes of Thulsa doom
In the spirit of vengeance
I strike into the womb

If the wolves will not stop me
If the mountains are tame
Then who will stop my quest
For fortune and for fame?

To the temple of flesh
To the priests of false light
In bereavement of strength
In perversion of might

The tree of wisdom
I spill my blood upon
Crucified for vengeance
And the spirit of Crom

Sworn to fight and die for he
Who taught the riddle of steel to me
For Crom I light the pyre
And cast my enemies into the fire

Time may swallow victory
What matters not as trees grow tall
So raise your swords, today we fight
Standing proud few against all



Prayer to Crom

born upon the cusp of revelation
a consciousness awakened by the dawn
a primitive undying fascination
moved the hand that carved into the stone

faces change, thought returns to dust
ashen countenance, holy rust
I am compendium

trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors
taught to worship self-destructing flaws
running now, the ravens getting nearer
fighting off the gnashing of the claws

this is the weight of heartbreak
this is the weight of life
a thunder at the temple
silencing endless strife

Temple of Thunder

You are the great betrayers
The wretches of the earth
Hailing with the torches
As you watch the bridges burn

Perched upon the spires
Towers built of filth
Insipid your desires
Unbearable your guilt

Rise!
I herald the coming of the age
When masters of the earth
Become their captor's slaves

We fed your weakened bodies
We kept you from the cold
Now you curse and spit upon me
Now your treacheries unfold

Empty path unwinding
A frozen deadened star
Closing of the circle
Returning what is ours

Rise!
You masters of the earth
The ones who gave you life
Will watch your temples burn

Masters of the Earth

You better watch the pavement
Life's moving slow
I gotta leave this town
Got nowhere to go

You better pay your dues kid
Doing one-oh-five
I gotta leave this place, man
But I won't survive

Fuck

Earth behind me
Universe in front
So grab your matches man
And take a hit of the cosmic blunt

Cosmic Blunt

Those days, where were we to go?
Stumbling down the empty streets that will swallow in us whole
Breathing was the thing, we traversed this hazy mountain pass
Sipping harsh elixir, nights above us melting fast

I'm coming home
It's been so long
I'm coming home

Held fast the ship that board us forth
Enveloped in the darkness, buried frosty dreams in all
Spoke to me in slumber, fleeing on the wings of dawn
Ember flame arising, we better journey on

I'm coming home
I'm coming home

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We're a 3-piece Progressive Rock / Traditional Heavy Metal band of teenagers from Lincoln Park High. Our sound is somewhere between Greta Van Fleet, Electric Wizard and 3 Inches of Blood. Hope ya dig. 🎸🔥🖤

Jack Baum - vox, bass, acoustic guitar, keyboard
Evan Tamlyn - electric guitar, homemade guitar synths, backing vox
Alan Hu - drums

Fuck AI.

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