No lyrics, just info: Flyte as in Flight as in Flee.

No lyrics, just info: The moon slumbers when he is called. Ride he must.

Info: Fields of water? I don't know what I was thinking, I just let the word take me someplace. Lyrics: Ride through the land on a steed of iron Splitting water with flaming hooves Trample the twisted back into the ground Ridding your world of the blackened profound Glide over seas on a dragon of green Cracking the earth with its roaring breeze Sway with the birds and the giant blue deep Spray like the whales from its murky sleep

No lyrics, just info: Eternal Downfall; ceaseless deterioration...or continued breakdown(s) ;) Wrote this during a Meshuggah phase... which has never ended. 'Tis a subconscious ode I suppose. "Enslavement Labelled Love" \m/

Info: I do not claim to know anything about battle of any kind, I can only imagine. I took my inspiration from books I was reading set in 10th century Britain with the Danish Viking sea-raiders. I was interested in the contrast between all-out skirmishing chaos and terrifying but disciplined and locked-in shield-wall advancing. Lyrics: Bash Block Swipe Stab Purge Block Run to the hills you c*nt Bash Block Swipe Stab Purge Block Shields! Bash Block Swipe Stab Purge Block Ridding you of your soul Bash Block Swipe Stab Purge Block Kill! Like a wolf or a shark the scent of blood sets the mark of death The battlefield flows with a choir of pain with roars which rot the flesh Every man knows the chill of the truth that his next breath could be his last The fear is insane, it sharpens their aim and sends who they are to the dark Gut animal I am unveiled Peel back yourself Torture what's left Dig deep Find your mettle from the iron in their blood Shield the man to your left Thigh to neck or phalanx break Take from them everything and give them nothing in return Show them no mercy for you shall receive none and burn Heightened senses and murdered emotions change You into a mindless, heartless, soulless weapon of doom They slaughter the beasts we ride Monsters, we all are side by side Gut animal You're petrified Peel back yourself Evil alive Dig deep Find your mettle from the iron in their blood Look to the skies Fight in the piercing shade, tucktail, tucktail! With a weak left arm You will find A twisted transformation Hell spawn porcine porcupine Let go Sap the battle-joy from each man that you kill Savage them in the wolf-light Let your sword-song carry you through the dark fight Their will, you shall brake As your blood-thirst, you slake