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The Curse of the Crown

by Old Iron King

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MindOverFour
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MindOverFour Less death metal than Bolt Thrower, more Cathedral-esque than Venom, but owing something to the latter, Old Iron King perfectly captures that moment when NWOBHM, doom, and proto-black metal were merging to form death metal--a moment right before thrash, speed, and grind were to push the genre in a different and more extreme direction. These guys could have shared a double bill with Hellhammer in 1983. Favorite track: Hunting Grounds.
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Rjlan (machines of hate) Old school dirty fuckin metal! I love it!!!! Favorite track: Hunting Grounds.
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1.
This throne is a prison cell These robes and scepter - a death sentence Trapped in the walls of this regal tomb Weighed down by sins without penance In the courtyard the peasants stir Malcontent and amassing Venomous – the tongues of slaves Plotting against their rightful king The Sword of Damocles Pendulous - coming down Suspended by a single thread Such is The Curse of the Crown No-one left to save my skin My closest comrades throw me to the wolves Swords and axes swinging furiously Breaching through these palace walls My time has come but I am not willing Chosen by God I shall defy my end My pulse is racing in a righteous rage My morbid empire – I defend I hear my doom On the wind Drained of life Fallen – giving in The head is taken Impaled and raised For all to see The death of an age The king is dead – long live the king
2.
Peasants 03:16
These days are growing darker These times are getting worse Strangled by iron fist Into the mire – immersed A thrall is whipped; servant to man Gold is the master of the whip hand Desperate is this age Born to be slaves Peasants Our will wanes ever weaker These chains augmented – strong Our weary eyes are tortured By the crushing burden of another dawn Blind, these men of God This faith in divine law It has abandoned all Nothing to save our souls Into the blighted depths Trampled down by arrogance Spit forth your final breath Scream for your oppressor’s death
3.
Adjudicator 02:08
Deep in the chamber ‘neath the Shrine of Storms Clad in golden armour is its bloated form Guarding the halls that the unworthy may not see This demon now deranged by its own gluttony Judge the dead Flesh, the toll Weigh the heart Eat the soul Pierced through its side by a heretic’s blade Devouring their animus – their last mistake Worshipers give praise to the Adjudicator’s conviction Heroes and kings dwell proudly through the gate beyond
4.
Shadows dance on the marble floors The master slumbers – starved of blood Take up arms against the Sun’s light Usher in unending night Now they feed Sanguine beasts Drained and dead The pride of mankind gushing a deep red Now they rally at these palace gates Far too little, far too late Keep the strong as cattle for our kin And crush the weak to reclaim this land Morbid Palace
5.
Lurk in the shadows of the hunting ground Paved with the flesh and bone of innocence Blood in the nostrils of these barbaric hounds A final resting place – born of indifference The torture Relentless Within these hunting grounds Through terror And warfare A ruthless king was crowned Pursued through the forests in maddening fear The sickening cruelty of these executioners Struck down with a mocking blow from this instrument of death Watch helplessly as your body is torn to pieces Savage butchers – bloodthirsty Forbidden by the gods are the weapons they wield Endless hunts – brutality All in the name of the Old Iron King
6.
Scores of men in the under-croft Slaughtered by a Demigod All through the bloodbath the beast lay unscathed I stood fast and drew my blade Dripping red Unholy force Defy death A Wind of Swords Survival hinged on a final push I would strike a quietus I stared deep into the demon’s eyes Screaming forth a rallying cry It was Crimson like a drop of blood The Egg of the King – the mark of a God It saved our skin with the power it holds We kept our lives - but what of our souls?
7.
A Cursed City Flooded and sealed Contained for eons Lest the dark arts be revealed I wander these dead halls Descend through these pits I give myself willingly To the abyss Out from the blackness The serpent rises Speaking the truth Forbidden so long Dripping venom Without sentiment Humanity Heralds the Dark Lord The flame of all life Is dwindling away Embrace the shadows Let it fade This feeble fool Who coddles fire And clings to his waning age The King must die
8.
Black Rams 02:44
Thunderous hooves signal the charge Through the morning’s misty light Attack with inhuman strength For the Kingdom’s bloody might Black Rams Never suffering defeat Trampling the enemy Pile the bodies to the sky Let all hear our victory cry Useless artillery Total futility Advancing with hostility The Black Ram Heavy Cavalry
9.
I am led amongst the dead Yet I hear them drawing breath They are lifeless and serene Yet I hear the voices scream Before me stands the Sharmat, Ur Speaking calmly through his mask of gold Cold comfort and hollow laughter There are many rooms in the house of the master This once great figure, scorned Follow The Tribe Unmourned Resurrected with a cursed but divine heart In construction of another God A blight wind sweeps across the land Spewing forth sickness and plague Eyes to fire – skin to ash Spreading agony and death All are welcome in these hallowed halls If you would only renounce your false Gods Swear to me your fealty In the flames we are set free Break the chains – shed cursed skin Chant the incantation Delivered from thine enemies Stifled breathing in haunted sleep
10.
You are not welcome here Trespass against your lords You tremble with fear Submit your blood Behind my eyes is death’s design And the Hammer crashes down Your soul is broken Your armour rusts I grind your feeble bones Nothing left but dust
11.
Witchcrusher 04:06
Deep within the castle – walls covered in moss On through misty passages into the catacombs A blasphemous coven – chanting sacred rites Praises to the Goat under a cloak of night Bound in torture Brand sears the skin Spare me your pathetic cries Confess your sins Alone in cold and darkness – imprisoned in this keep For sordid pagan rituals – crimes against humanity You are scarred and whipped and flayed all in the name of God I am his chosen confessor – remorseless in my work My hands are holy tools That were not made to heal But to extract the truth From your anatomy
12.
Cosmic Tomb 03:38
My eyes are open to this squirming flesh A mass of mouths and tentacles to make the mind collapse Dwelling beyond the realms of human comprehension Hidden amongst the stars until their intervention Stand in these otherworldly luminous gardens Sanity slips away within their presence Under the paling light of the weakling moon Drown in the hopelessness of this cosmic tomb Nightly excursions through this deathlike dream The sheer magnitude from the heavens to the deep Held in this worthless shell with this fragile mind Struck dumb by ignorance of this space and time Celestial court of the divinely mad Outside the ordered universe – indifferent to man The Daemon Sultan slumbers, lulled by the thin piping flute In this conical temple – awaking doom Pale the blood within these veins Beneath this otherworldly decaying moon Drown in the hopelessness of this cosmic tomb
13.
[Instrumental]
14.
It has one thousand forms All sow madness in thy soul Monstrous spawn of Azathoth Servant to the Outer Gods Mighty Nyarlathotep The Dweller in the Darkness Lunacy shall take its toll For he is the heart and soul Nyarlathotep The Crawling Chaos The Faceless God Stalker amongst the stars This amorphous messenger Human minds are easy prey Toying with their sheltered ways Hear the chanting of his name Witnesses rendered insane Incarnated - Transdimensional Unspeakable - Ineffable That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die

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"One of the best albums of this Summer"

- Hombre Rancio, Dioses Del Metal
source: diosesdelmetal.org/entrevistas/internacionales/english/6412-entrevista-a-old-iron-king

Cover art is Public Domain. Thanks and credit to Europeana: unsplash.com/photos/HhMt_nUAIEc

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released July 6, 2015

Dominic - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drum Programming

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