Lake of the Dead

by Formicarius

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released July 1, 2015

Tracks 1 & 2:
Music by Formicarius
Lyrics by Lord Saunders & Morath
Drums recorded by Neil Haynes @ Parlour Recording Studios
Everything else recorded by Lord Saunders @ Casterly Rock Studios
Music Mixed and Mastered by Neil Haynes @ Parlour Recording Studios

Track 3:
Lyrics by Mortis
Music by Ihsahn / Samoth
Performed by Formicarius
Drums Recorded by Ays Kura & David Drake Bocci @ The DrumPod
Everything else recorded by Lord Saunders @ Casterly Rock Studios
Mixed and Mastered by Ays Kura @ NMTCG

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Track Name: Lake of the Dead
I, devourer of souls,
Once life giver, Now death bringer,
I, Nephthys feed on
Lamentations for the dead,

Plead your innocence - I will laugh,
And you shall rot,
And we shall dance
On the corpses of those In the Lake of the Dead,
On the corpses of those In the Lake of the Dead

Demons tremble before me,
I weigh their hearts against my own
All men shall die before me,
The fields will accept no mortal souls,

Oh fearsome one, have you forgotten what once you were?
The revealer of that which hides In moonlight,
And ferries the souls of virtuous men?

In this realm of the dead that I've envisioned,
Plead your innocence and we shall dance
In the Lake of the Dead
Track Name: Under Darkness
Stealth, shadows, devious perfection,
This is the way of the Drow
In darkness steel is drawn,
We march to war!

Battle-lust, sadistic glee,
Red eyes glow in blood frenzy,
Lightning strikes and acid melts
flesh and bone and several of our
Own blades bite, swords rend flesh
Screams of agony fill the air
defences are breached - death so swift
Victory is ours this night!

My whip gashed throats, sword drew blood
Until I found the chanting circle,
Blinded in a flash; easy killings,
One by one before I ripped the Matron's tongue!

Traitors turned, left their dead,
Children burned, A horrific end.
No Survivors - what place is this that is my world?
I, Zaknafein, renounce my kind, bring death to us all!