BEWARE​!​!​!

by Grendel's Claw

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Remixed by Joey Seward.

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released June 2, 2014

Vocals/Guitar - Matt Walker
Drums - Ruben Quinones

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Track Name: The Odyssey
O tell me muse of the man of many ways who was driven on far journeys after he sacked Troy’s sacred citadel. Many were they whose cities he say many whose minds he learned of, many were the pains he suffered on the wine dark sea.

From Ilion the wind drove me ashore. We sacked Ismaros, killed the men and took their wives aboard. From there we sailed further on, glad to have escaped death, and landed in the country of those with the lotus breath.

In the cave of Polyphemus men were being eaten alive but Nobody twirled the flaming timber in his eye. Poseidon, Earth Shaker, if truly I’m your son, and your father mine, grant Odysseus won’t reach Ithaca alive.

We came to Circe’s island, dread Goddess, lovely hair. All of the wolves and lions, she had enchanted there. The house of Circe is where men changed to swine, seems fair.

Hermes helped the swine change back to men and then Circe, shinning, spoke: “Son of Laertes, seed of Zeus, Odysseus….

…To the house of Hades go. Consult the soul of the blind Theban prophet Tiresias.”

He drank the blood I offered and began speaking: “There is a grudge against you from which you won’t break free. But even though you still might come back after suffering…

…If you can control your desires, kill not Helios’ oxen. If this comes to pass there’s a chance yule reach home alive.”.

So, sirens sang and Scylla killed six men and then they killed some cattle.
Sirens sang and Scylla killed six men and then they killed some cattle.

In the end Athena helped our friend to mend and come home and with help of son left suitors none and won Penelope.
Track Name: Orpheus
Ye deities who rule the world below wither we mortal creatures go…

If simple truth direct be told, I’ve come to hell on streets of gold, not with intent to see the glooms nor to enchain triple-snake-haired dooms.

But for my wife’s sake, killed by a snake, viper’s venom. My heart has sought strength, I’ll not deny, but love has won.

A god whose fame is fair in this world above but here I doubt though I surmise if that ancient tale of ravishment is true you too were joined in love.

Now by these regions, filled with fear, in this huge chaos, these vast silent realms, filled with fear, in this huge chaos, Reweave, I implore, the fate, unwound too fast, of my Eurydice.

To you are owed all creation. Awhile we linger then we hasten late or soon to one abode. Here leads us all one road…

Hades in the end is home, o’er human kind your kingdom’s grown, and it keeps the longest sovereignty. She too shall own your rule. The favor that I ask is but to enjoy her love. She too shall own your rule.

If the Fates will not reprieve her, my resolve is clear not to return. May two deaths bring you cheer.

She too shall own your rule.
Track Name: Arachne
Her web was flowered with crimes
of the celestial gods.
Interwoven with the folding ivy
was jade gold and scarlet.

Let her vie with me there is nothing which of outdone by her I shall refute to suffer.

Fine shades of small difference,
a thousand colors shine,
yet the passage from one to the next deceives the gazing eye.

She persists in under taking and with a desire of foolish victory rushes upon her own destruction.

Much grace was there in her art.
Track Name: Polyphemus
Fair Galatea, whiter than the snow, taller than alders, flowerier than the meads, brighter than crystal, livelier than a kid, sleeker than shells worn by the ceaseless waves, gladder than winter’s sun and summer’s shade, nobler than apples, sweeter than ripe grapes, fairer than lofty pines, clearer than ice, softer than down of swans or creamy cheese and would you welcome me more beautiful than fertile gardens water by cool streams.

Yet Galatea, fiercer than wild bulls, harder than the ancient oak, falser than waves, tougher than willow wands or branching vines, wilder than torrents, firmer than these rocks, prouder than peacocks, crueler than fire…

Sharper than briars deafer than the sea, more savage than a bear guarding her cubs, more pitiless than snakes beneath the heel. And what, above all else, I’d wrest from you, the baying hounds, yes, swifter than the winds, and all the racing breezes of the sky!

Deep in the mountains I have hanging caves of living rock where never summer’s suns are felt nor winter’s cold, apples I have loading the bows, and I have golden grapes and purple in my vineyards all for you.

Upon my brown I have one single eye but it is huge like the sun in the sky. All Etna’s furnace in my breast I bear and you my Galatea never care. To you alone I yield. For you I burn!
Track Name: The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright,
in the forests of the night,
what immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when they heart began to beat, what dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
dare it’s deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?


Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
in the forests of the night,
what immortal hand or eye
dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Track Name: Kali
The stars are blotted out.
The clouds are covering clouds;
it’s darkness’ vibrant sound,
in the roaring, whirling wind

are the souls of a million lunatics
just loosed from prison,
wrenching trees by the roots
sweeping all from the path.

The sea has joined the fray,
and swirls up mountain waves
to reach the pitchy sky.
A flash of lurid light

reveals on every side
a thousand, thousand
shades of black-death, begrimed,
scattering plagues and sorrow,
dancing mad with joy!

For terror is thy name,
death is in thy breath
and every shaking step
destroys a world forever.

Who dares misery love
and hug the form of death?
Dance in destruction’s dance,
to him the Mother comes.