NEPTUNE

by GRENDEL'S CLAW

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released June 18, 2015

Matt Walker - Vocals & Guitar
Ruben Quinones - Drums
Bobby O'Brien - Bass
Luz Gaxiola - Theremin

"Renunciation" by Ananda Shankar

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Track Name: CHARGE!
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
Track Name: Neptune
Hear Neptune ruler, of the sea profound
Whose liquid grasp, begirts the solid ground
Who at the bottom, of the stormy main
Dark and deep bosom’d, holdst thy watery reign

Thy awful hand the brazen trident bears
And ocean’s utmost bound thy will reveres

Thee I invoke, whose steeds the foam divide
From whose dark locks, the briney waters glide
Whose voice (loud) founding,
thru the roaring deep
Drive all it’s billows, in a raging heap

When fiercely riding thru the boiling sea
Thy hoarse command the trembling waves obey
Earth-shaking, dark-haired god,
the liquid planes,
The third division, fate to thee ordains
Caerulian daemon to survey
Well pleased the ocean monsters play

Dark foundations of the rolling sea
Earth’s wide bounds, belong to thee
Great daemon source, daemon of the deep
Thou who doff, roots of ocean keep

Ocean I call whose nature ever flows
From who at first both gods & men arose
Sire incorruptible whose waves surround
Send on our scared rites a health abounding
Send to our ships a prosperous breeze
Waft them safely o’er stormy seas, please?
Track Name: Kraken
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep,
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant fins the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep.
Track Name: Grendel
Sweet mulch for yellow blooms,
Such are the tiresome memories,
Of a shadow-dancer, earth-rim-roamer,
walker of the world's weird wall.

"Aaarrgh!" I call, smash the trees, and let out a wail.

Big-boled oaks gaze down at me,
Yellow with morning complexity,
Mournfully observing the way it is,
Bitterly remembering the way it was,
While still casting tomorrow's nest,
Disfigured son of lunatics!

No matter, no matter, the doe wants to scatter,
She went stiff at the sight of me,
Which makes me cross,
"Blind prejudice!" I bawl at the splintered sun light,
Where a moment ago,
Stood the silver doe,
She remembered her legs and was gone...

I killed the old dear with the iron-grey hair.
She tasted of urine and spleen,
Which made me spit,
Sweet mulch for the yellow blooms,
Such are the tiresome memories,
Of a shadow-dancer, earth-rim-roamer,
walker of the world's weird wall,
Rock around the world...

GRENDEL'S CLAW: Sweet mulch for yellow blooms?