love hurts

Craig Robertson
loves to shoot his guns
He goes to church on Sunday
he's kind to everyone 
He keeps up with the daily news
He loves God and his country too
When someone tries to tear it down
he knows just what to do

Craig Robertson 
You just wanted a little fun
Now you're bleeding out in the Provo sun
'cause the feds came by with their loaded guns
Their black vans parked on your lawn
Their black boots and their armor on
They bust in at the break of dawn
You know that they just want you gone 
oh no

He's got a dream
Loves to be free
He puts his thoughts on Facebook 
for everyone to see
The president is stopping by
and Craig's got something new to try
Oh once he's dusted off his gun
He's gonna make him die oh-

Craig Robertson

prod @odihu

make sure you hide your friends and make sure you run away
the spooky season is coming so make sure you stay away everybody has a costume on tonight going be beautiful day so dont be scared of me 
its Halloween
you run away in the house so i cant not find you 
you had a smell of a beautiful queen 
i think might need to hurt you and kill you
cause i dont want see you crying to me

make sure you hide your friends and make sure you run away
the spooky season is coming so make sure you stay away everybody has a costume on tonight going be beautiful day so dont be scared of me 
its Halloween
but will find me cause i will come find you
smell you trying to get away from me
and now i have to fucking come and kill you
why do you make this so difficult for me
take your blood all over the floor god knows i hate you  fucking more
blood all over the fucking floor you make god so difficult for me
why do you make it so fucking difficult
you had blood all over the walls i dont know what to do 

make sure you hide your friends and make sure you run away
the spooky season is coming so make sure you stay away everybody has a costume on tonight going be beautiful day so dont be scared of me 
its Halloween
im sorry if im weird i been following you
i want kiss you to i want to devour you
you said u hated me but im in love with you
i have a obsession with pretty girls that look like you

make sure you hide your friends and make sure you run away
the spooky season is coming so make sure you stay away everybody has a costume on tonight going be beautiful day so dont be scared of me 
its Halloween

Make Sure You Hide

chorus
ill always be alone
ill always be at home
ill never change my ways
ill always stay the same
ill always be afraid
ill never be Ok
ill never change my ways
ill always stay the same

verse
marching towards insanity
it has the best of me yea
i dont know whats wrong with me
im living on repeat and
i can fix it easily
but im too sad and lazy
everything is such a waste
all of this pain just breaks me

chorus
ill always be alone
ill always be at home
ill never change my ways
ill always stay the same
ill always be afraid
ill never be Ok
ill never change my ways
ill always stay the same


stay the same

wickerfaerie album still in the works :-)
just felt like recording a little cover 

maoist girls (xo willow cover)

Lyrics:
I can't take another day
just hoping things will go my way
You laugh at me I don't know why
I'm so retarded all the time
I'm gonna punch my wall and break my hand
I'll sleep until I understand
I'll wrap my car around a tree
I've never really been that happy

I'm feeling sad
I feel so blue
I'm just a stranger in the room
There's nothing left for me to do
There's nothing left for me to lose

shootercore

skill issue

Congratulations, I’m the bad guy
Must feel great living in that lie
Congratulations, I’m the villain
And I must be dehumanized

Congratulations, 
you want a medal or a tear from my eye?

Congratulations, I’m the bad guy
Now I must be dehumanized

Congratulations

they tell me (grunge)

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

Make Sure You Hide

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