CrowLore

ZERO (Smashing Pumpkins)

Hey guys, this is a cover version of "Beyond Redemption" by HIM from Love Metal album (2003). Hope you enjoy it and please check out my other covers and subscribe to my You Tube channel for more!!

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Beyond Redemption (HIM Cover) [Feat. Greg]

ETERNAL GRIME

A follow up from the success of previous track "Dimension" this is another instrumental

Dimensional being

"Socialis" is a powerful fusion of drum and bass and metalcore, exploring the darker side of the digital world and our relationship with social media. This 13-track collection blends heavy guitar riffs with intricate drum patterns and atmospheric electronics to create a dynamic, immersive experience.

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Fatis

VooDoo_ (Prod.Blix)

I am worried.
I am worried.
There are several problems we face as a society
As humanity. As all of us.
And some of these problems won't hit us personally.
Until the problems are really big.
I mean. Look at climate change.
Climate change will only become real
when drougths or floods wipe of cities
or destroy crops.
But all these events will hit many in one time.
Many in one time.
These are problems we don't appreciate from an individual point of view.
It is a tragedy of the commons.
That is what it is. A tragedy in the making.
But this is the problem.
People don't appreciate until it is too late.
Too fucking late.
And this idea just makes me furious.
Therefore it it comes:

Listen! Listen! Listen!
Wake up! Wake up!
Don't wait until it is your problem.
As than it is all our problem.
And we are too late to fix it together.

Oh when oh when
will people start to listen
and wake up for these problems which are in the making.
We have to prevent these problems together. now.
Therefore please:

Listen! Listen! Listen!
Wake up! Wake up!
Don't wait until it is your problem.
As than it is all our problem.
And we are too late to fix it together.

ohhh humanity. just wake up.
We can still fix this together.
But we have to start to do it now.
We have to do it now.

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Echoes of Urgency [free download]

Dont Know

Bleed Well

Sleepwalking Past Hope (Live in Toronto)

Gore

Hearts / Wires

Messiah Of The Fields

They left me hanging on a cross
The saviour of the summer crops
Just rag and straw so no great loss
My blood is in the wheat and hops

I faced the black and vicious hoard
Their coal cruel eyes and sharpened beaks
I am the ragged overlord
Who scares the crow yet never speaks

They pray to me to save their soils
From dark boned devils of the sky
In sun heat this messiah toils
To force them to take wing and fly

My Judas is the winter wind
That cuts me with a subtle knife
God save me father I have sinned
I wished for an extended life

A sackcloth head, a straw frayed cuff
The prince of summer crucified
Facing the elements is tough
This ditch is where I lived and died

Yet when the Spring returns the blood
To ravaged fields of snow and frost
I will drag myself from thawing mud
And resurrected heal what we have lost

Messiah Of The Fields

White Witch Of Winter

Corvus the white witch
Once flew the sky on crow’s wings
And fed on battlefield dead
She ate the hearts of serfs and kings
But soon she lost the taste for flesh
And transformed into what winter brings
Her skin is cold to human touch
She feasts on other-worldly things

She turns snowflakes into blizzards
Freezes your blood and tears
She arrives with the cold north wind
laying ice upon your fears

She hates the crows for what they are
For she once fed on carrion too
She hates the way they cock their heads
And turn their coal black gaze on you
So when the black imps come to her
Requesting voices clear and true
She casts a spell that spites their wish
and in her soul a darkness grew

She hears the crows Kaw in distress
She walks the fields on winter nights
She floats through forests dark and bleak
And like the snow she, soft, alights
Upon the frosted fields of earth
Where she makes her stand and fights
The bitter crows of Albion
The age old war of blacks and whites

White Witch Of Winter

Apothecary

Beneath the ancient gallows tree
There sits an old apothecary
Where deep within its ancient rooms
Resides an old man selling ‘shrooms
That he has harvested from soil
Of graveyards where the serpents coil
And if the ache screams in your joints
Just follow where the way-marker points.

The place smells of dust and moist mildew
And the foul dark liquid he will brew
In copper pots and dirty flasks
Whose ingredients no one ever asks
But here the magic of the fey
Will help to take the pain away
So every year the weak and old
Will visit where new hope is sold

If this world becomes too much
If reality is hard to touch
Then take a slice of bitter ‘shroom
From the earth where sweet dreams bloom
The cost is just a piece of mind
So leave your hurts and cares behind
And visit on a winter’s night
To taste the harvest of delight

No one will hear your painless screams
With body healed but not your dreams
For they are cultivated by
The earth fruit that you dared to try
For every kiss there is a fist
Of something skulking in the mist
In the apothecary the old folk say
There is a devil’s price to pay

Apothecary

Prophecy

The crows tell of the walking man
Who travels fields by day and night
The walking man who’s not a man
Who strides between the dark and light

Soulless, cursed to stumble through
The endless hedgerows of the land
He wished for life but walks in death
He is the sweet prince of the damned

The hares and rabbits run from him
The fox and wolf walk by his side
He brings the plague and pestilence
And in his steps many have died

He had a life but wanted more
asked autumn’s witch to cast her spell
she gave him rebirth but the price
was tethered by the chains of hell

A prophecy of bone and blood
Of straw and dust and ragged pain
Alive under the summer sun
Stone dead below the snow and rain

the crows speak soft of what he is
he scares them as no other can
they fear the setting of the sun
the long shadow of the walking man

Be careful what you wish for child
For there are barbs in every rose
Each spell that’s cast must have a price
Here walks the nemesis of crows

Take heed of the warnings
What will be will be
The ragged man who walks the fields
fulfills the ancient prophecy

Prophecy (demo)

WORDS: Ian Whiteley
MUSIC: John Kettle

Crow Lore

We sit and watch the world go by
On fences long and oak trees high
The waxing moon the setting sun
We are the crows of Albion
We chronicle the human ways
Their restless nights and confused days
Mother, daughter, father, son
We are the crows of Albion

Yes – we are the crows
We are the crows
We are the crows of Albion

Our stories written down in books
Guarded well by crows and rooks
And no one knows what we have done
We are the crows of Albion
These simple etchings on a page
An almanac of human rage
A witch’s promise seldom won
We are the crows of Albion

Yes – we are the crows
We are the crows
We are the crows of Albion


This tome is writ in wise men’s blood
With beak and claw and ancient wood
Seen by no one read by none
We are the crows of Albion
Crow Lore for the young to read
And learn the lessons of our breed
The tales of ravens deftly spun
We are the crows of Albion

Yes – we are the crows
We are the crows
We are the crows of Albion
Yes – we are the crows
We are the crows
We are the crows of Albion

Crow Lore

WORDS & VOCALS: Ian Whiteley
MUSIC & INSTRUMENTS: John Kettle

The Lazarus Curse

I trudge across these ancient lands
Where crops are reared by human hands
And all I leave are footsteps deep
a crop the scythe will never reap

I see the changing seasons turn
The new shoots grow, bonfires burn
From the soil the world will grow
I track the sacred rivers flow

I seek the seamstress to sew my seams
I seek the sage to heal my dreams
I seek the witch my soul to save
I seek the silence of the grave

These things of beauty pass me by
I have no soul I cannot die
For I am cursed to walk the earth
Unending cycles of rebirth

I wished for resurrection, true
I guess I never thought it through
The gift of life is just a curse
I am not dead, I’m something worse

I cannot feel I do not breathe
A trail of straw is all I leave
The sun, the wind, the rain, the snow
Travel with me where I go

The Lazarus Curse

Originally from Wakefield West Yorkshire - now living in Wigan, Lancashire.
Bard Company/Crows Of Albion vocalist and Performance poet
Albums/Tracks can be purchased at: http://thecrowsofalbion.bandcamp.com/

The Lazarus Curse

The Crows Of Albion / Bard Company

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