The Terrible Blob
An acoustic EP with songs from a very (VERY) underappreciated power metal album. Recommended as a companion to In Our Hands.
Favorite track: Come Hell or High Water (Acoustic Version).
The Spark of Deity ignites in our hands
Down in the land of sighs
this superficial life keeps going on
will it ever end (will it ever end)?
My will, my testament
is to destroy the land
let terror reign
spoke the moribund
(when his day had come)
But there’s a legend
ablaze the sky will descend
and fire will rain
So all who wear a soulless face
will be released from the haze
It’s five strokes of fate
of pain and loss and misery
That’s the number of the stones that I will break
I will bring justice to the world
once and for all
you all go with me when I die
I spent my life protecting you
you just brought me agony
no, I can’t take it anymore
a nation’s sought to spoil my life
why now you all will die
The Spark of Deity ignites in our hands
it’s burning from within to brighten up the land
defeat the twilight so that day and night revieve
can you feel the sunrise in your heart?
But as they carry out the task
it’s the keeper’s son
who can embrace the Spark
His will is strong and he is trying to take
his dead father’s place
Now it’s up to him
Caught up in a nightmare
his past is falling in oblivion
oh, it’s drowning in the fog
So, it’s a race against the time
restore the light divine
The Spark of Deity ignites in our hands…
(I don’t regret to be the slayer of my kind)
This is the last chance
we face the razor’s edge now
Despite all hopelessness
the bearer will not slow down
reverse the horror of the king’s revenge
Still he’s marching on and on
to reignite the flames
Stumbling through a field of ghosts
until the stones
bring day and night again
There’s no shelter, no encouragement
it’s a burden and he’s out there all alone
There’s no shelter
there is no choice but going on
or all the world will end
(that’s my testament)
But there’s a legend
ablaze the sky will descend
and fire will rain
So all who wear a soulless face
restart the human race
The Spark of Deity ignites in our hands…
I don’t want to hear your stupid song
about the fisherman
who sailed towards his ruin
for the one he loved
Cut that crap!
Welcome to the real world
of sweat and blood and beer
Keep living in your shiny fairytale
I don’t want to hear your fucking song
about the sailor’s wife
who drowned herself in grief
as well as in the ocean
In your stories we are free
endless skies above an endless spree
But if you ever came with me
I’d show you freedom at the raging sea
We are the sons of the darkness
no, we don’t care for deliverance
there’s no Fiddler’s Green
we have ransacked and murdered
and raped in between
And I tell you now
there is nothing more
than a cold and lonesome grave offshore
We shall be fighting side by side
and we will never hide
If you cross one of us
we strike back with the whole damn crew
Our ships may sink right to the ground
but we will never drown
we will float down below
and stab you in the back, my friend
I don’t wear no feathered hat
I have both my eyes
but no wooden leg
the saber is not mine, but I won’t regret
to punch you in the face
with my bare fist instead
We are the sons of the darkness…
Navigate me with the light of the stars
don’t you let me fall apart
Hoist the sails
they’re calling for me
Come hell or high water
the wind and the sea
Whatever you may think of me
what made me be this way
the truth is it’s a whole lifetime
of solitude and pain
I lost my home, I lost my love
in sorrow I did roam
well, actually my wife’s a whore
she cursed me out of town
We are the sons of darkness
and we won’t turn away
We’re sailing miles and miles
to prey on your silver and your life
We are the sons of the darkness…
Finnish death metallers leaven infernal dynamics with triumphant, infectious melodies, striking a compelling balance between grit and grace. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2023