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Skeptik

by Skeptik

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There is no man, no king, no god i'll kneel before Saxon blood runs through my veins But the dane inside me hungers life and war Guided through each move in life by fate By will, by wind, by sword Carved into the rune stones of a story by the hands of norns Stolen from a family and imprisoned in a strange land Taken in and named anew and then reborn by a dane's hands Torn apart at heart by the loyalty To separated enemies at odds Carrying the relics of a holy land beside the hammer of the gods Born to be an aelderman but living as a nomad A formidable and altruistic pagan on a mission To become into position so as granted by heredity But stolen in an act of familial treachery Traveling and building reputation as a warrior Allegiances and battles pave a journey and a legend That will live across the voices of the witnesses Who stood beside Though pages will not know this name as written into history Blood bound vengeances will come to their fruition And seers of the fates will hold my victories in their visions Sword and shield in hand until we reach valhalla's golden halls Northern bound to my homeland because Destiny is all When my father's blood is justified My brother's spirit freed And my children celebrate with every gloried victory It is destiny that leads my sword wherever it will lie 'Til the twilight of the ragnarok Rains fire from the sky When my oaths and promises Are all fulfilled with battles won I will travel to the north With the setting of the sun In the snowy fields of winter And through summer, spring and fall I will ride into my fate Because destiny is all Blood of saxon, heart of dane Between both worlds I remain Viking mind and england bound Battle is where i am found Blood of saxon, heart of dane Between both worlds I remain Viking mind and england bound Battle is where i am found I've the name of both my fathers And my heir was given mine I have built a legacy that will be Sung about through time I have slain the dane and saxon Aelder, nobleman and priest And i carry sword in hand In case i'm called to odin's feast When the winds of change are bitter And they call me to the north My home and life await me Blood of saxon, heart of dane Between both worlds I remain Viking mind and england bound Battle is where i am found Blood of saxon, heart of dane Between both worlds I remain Viking mind and england bound Battle is where i am found
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Rise up Samhain revels, summer's end Sing! Dance! Celebration for the dead Pour! Pour! The libation for the dead Life! Death! Part the veil, summer's end Cut the lights off, gotta be walking through darkness To the mic stand about to be breathing a life into hearts That had laid dormant and tormented in the afterlife Snag a soul and restore all the passion right back Reanimating cadavers got to be giving them life back Mastering of the black arts for many who lost that That which cannot be restored bring them back to the lights To unite on the floor and Rise again to masquerade As we dance with the undead tonight Just let the rhythm be your pulse Let the flutes of necromancy bring you life Reunited with relatives once again Celebrating a bond that death couldn't bend Second chances to say what needs to be said Taking broken family making it whole, making amends Sticking the vitality back into the mortal host Just tapping up into the ancient skill of dancing with the ghosts Like that. Bring em all back for this soirée Get out your grave and get down on the floor, we Rise again to masquerade As we dance with the undead tonight Just let the rhythm be your pulse Let the flutes of necromancy bring you life Rise again to masquerade As we dance with the undead tonight Just let the rhythm be your pulse Let the flutes of necromancy bring you life
3.
Fenrir 04:53
The wolf lies in desolation Isolated, shackled and bound A blade stands between his jaws For no known crimes is he kept down He stares out, through the abyss Towards the halls he once called home A lake flows forth from his teeth Which long to taste the allfather's throne But these chains - will break This beast - will run This rage - this pain Has grown a thousand fold This pride - now ash This heart - now stone These jaws - will stretch Consume this traitorous world Son of loki, they feared his strength Feared the blood that filled his veins Though he longed for their acceptance Never did their trust he gain As they bound, did they laugh How they mocked and fuelled his fears The cold winds, his sole companion As malice forms from betrayals tears But these chains - will break This beast - will run This rage - this pain Has grown a thousand fold. This pride - now ash This heart - now stone These jaws - will stretch Consume this traitorous world A song of melancholy cries the wolf through bitter nights Cast aside and banished, vengeance is his battle cry But these chains - will break This beast - will run This rage - this pain Has grown a thousand fold This pride - now ash This heart - now stone These jaws - will stretch Consume this traitorous world
4.
Surtr 03:49
Muspelheim , land of inferno And home of the eldthursar jotunn Fire caresses the surface of all Who behold of the power to crumble the golden halls The guard of the frontier of chaos Awaiting the moment to enter the bifrost And bring conflagration as prophecy here unfolds Born to scorch the world Surtr, the giant of fire & chosen to wield the weapon To carry on into fruition A tirade of ruin with apocalyptic intentions Harbinger of takeover Brought at the blade of oracular warrior doom squads Ascending out from the fiery gates of hell Born to scorch the world Fire! Born to scorch the world in Fire! Surtr is the name of doom A merciless battle, the leader of all armageddon emissaries Submitting all that his sword will touch To fiery rubble and sweltering misery Engulfing the halls of valhalla And shattering branches of yggdrasil underfoot Ascending up from the fiery gates of hell Born to scorch the world Mascerated in holds of a tempest of churning molten desecration A portended, radiant blaze of inferno Will fall upon all of the folds of creation Harbinger of takeover Brought at the blade of oracular warrior doom squads Ascending out from the fiery gates of hell Born to scorch the world Fire! Born to scorch the world in Fire! Surtr is the name of doom Surtr, the giant of fire & chosen to wield the weapon To carry on into fruition A tirade of ruin with apocalyptic intentions Engulfing the halls of valhalla And shattering branches of yggdrasil underfoot Ascending up from the fiery gates of hell Born to scorch the world in doom Fire! Born to scorch the world in Fire! Surtr is the name of doom
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A village underground never see the sun Burrowing and tunneling below all the soil Leading to a covenant of creatures of fantasy Only in the dark do they venture to the surface in the wild Running with the wolves and nocturnal beasts Gathering ingredients to bring forth an ancient one Moving in the shadows as they sing to the universe Filling up a cauldron of black with the recipe they live from Stirring of the pot will soon be underway As everything is put into the center of a boiling broth The conjuring and toiling of a specimen so curious Resulting in creation of a strange elixir Tampering the formulaic recipe The process of perfecting it has carried on for centuries And many generations of the paranormal entity Have put into it all the magic of their bloodline They sing a dark hymnal as they work under the stars Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity Time is of the essence as the hour’s approaching And the summoning will soon begin and bring an ancient deity Into the center of a pentagram upon the ground And will then rejuvenate the spirit hiding in the wilderness Cauldron is emptied, fermented drink Poured into the goblets of all who surround the flame Chanting grows in volume as slowly Intoxication reaches to the mind of the hidden race Only in this state can the brain allow Visions of protectors of the trees to be understood So with nothing holding and reserving prejudgment The wooden creature towering erupts From the depths of the midnight soil They sing a dark hymnal as they work under the stars Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity And now shadows crawl Over branches, dirt and all As the entity begins to rise Autumn equinox Its legs: trunks of trees Arms of branches Hair of leaves Blackened eyes that see through Veils of virtue, piercing through the soul To the river, slow Drinking from the undertow Quenching thirst abound for ages As it stretches to begin Soon it shall observe All the creatures of this world And will bring completion Of recurring ancient prophecy Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity Tears of joy and tears of sorrow Blood that beats and blood still gone Down the river of the ancients River of the yet to be, river of eternity
6.
Chosen One 04:21
Been spending long nights Battling forces of mayhem Fulfilling my fate Training conquering and slayin The world has been dark Since all the legend awakened So if you didn't think i'm crazy That would be great My lady love Oh how can i tell you Sometimes people that you think you know Are evil as hell And lady love Oh how can i say that To avoid you thinking that i'm really speaking of me All i know Is without you my heart is cold And all i need Is you to stay right here with me Please don't turn me in Or have me committed Please don't say we're done Let me be your chosen one Searching for right words But right i'm at a loss Because sometimes the necromancer Is your asshole boss Don't get too upset about the bloody sword Just know a talking magic helmet Guides me with its words And know that only i can hear it But there's nothing you should fear And every severed limb is part of what it takes to be a hero It's a blessing and a burden But it's part of me But having your sweet love is my true victory All i know Is without you my heart is cold And all i need Is you to stay right here with me Please don't turn me in Or have me committed Please don't say we're done Let me be your chosen one My lady love Oh how can i tell you Sometimes people that you think you know Are evil as hell And lady love Oh how can i say that To avoid you thinking that i'm really speaking of me All i know Is without you my heart is cold And all i need Is you to stay right here with me Please don't turn me in Or have me committed Please don't say we're done Let me be your chosen one
7.
(Picklefork) After fighting monsters All the livelong day, I like to pick up my guitar, Sit back and I play. The world is filled with evil, It makes me feel so mad. Only one thing I can do When I am feeling bad. I play my 7th song, the one that makes me glad, The one i learned in Valhalla When I was just a lad. I play my 7th song, I learned on Odin's knee. The one that made the universe And grew the great world tree. All sing the 7th song All sing the 7th, 7th song All sing the song that makes me glad, the one I learned in Valhalla When I was just a lad. (Skeptik) All feel the calm of the 7th song, written in the DNA of all creation. sing to the bards & the mountains of life, the melody infinity was crafted out of. all sing the song that will make you glad, troubles & discrepancies will fade away, as you sing to the end of the shittiest day- the lullaby that odin sang to thor & loki All sing the 7th song, all sing the 7th song all sing, the song that you may know, you will feel so wonderful you will explode. (Picklefork) All sing the 7th song (Skeptik) All sing the 7th song (Picklefork) All sing the song that makes me glad, the one I learned in Valhalla When I was just a lad.
8.
Out of the dark Devoid of all speakable decency A wickedness now is arisen Delivering sizable helpings of chaos Hordes of heathens Filled to the brim with negative temperament Insipid insidious with an intent On destruction and overall mayhem No moral fiber nothing but thoughts Of displeasuring everything Unleashing an unfriendly Inimical force on all that they encounter Only one being in all of Creation may offer reprieve And answer the beckoning call he will Between the episodes of sword lords This force of dark will make your day suck In their quest to seek the helm Menacing mischief and Merciless manifestations of miscreants Made from malaise inflicting malevolence Wreckage and ruin with utterly No shred of traceable conscience The bitterly cold gale of tyrannical power Can only be met by the blade of A hero who currently may or may not Be entombed in a bubble of squirtable cheese
9.
Creatures of darkness retreat at his name Forth comes a hero full figured in frame Clad in the tightest & whitest of drawers His destiny is protection of yours No other is suited for the quest To face the monsters of otherworldly realms He is pre-destined for the helm He is the man he is the myth He is the legend you don't know He is the masked valhalladrim The wearer of the helm And with resentment seeded deep His power leads him through the fray To crush the feeble balls of evil The wearer of the helm Brought into his heroism by unique ability: Communication with an ancient speaking piece of armor With the guidance of this relic he will ravage any nemesis And bring the vilest forces of this land into submission As his steel shines in the light Slices through night with untrained amateur technique Fueled by courage and love burritos pizza By luck the whole world he's protecting No other is suited for the quest To face the monsters of otherworldly realms He is pre-destined for the helm He is the man he is the myth He is the legend you don't know He is the masked valhalladrim The wearer of the helm And with resentment seeded deep His power leads him through the fray To crush the feeble balls of evil The wearer of the helm Demons ogres paranormal entities & creatures Dragons skeletons deplorably unpleasant spirits: fall He will maim and slay and raise the blade to evil Conquering the darkness and the takeout as a hero to us all No other is suited for the quest To face the monsters of otherworldly realms He is the helm He is pre-destined for the helm He is the man he is the myth He is the legend you don't know He is the masked valhalladrim The wearer of the helm And with resentment seeded deep His power leads him through the fray To crush the feeble balls of evil The wearer of the helm

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Heavy, folky, dark metal full of mythology, monsters and magic. New songs, remixes and remasters from Skeptik

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released March 27, 2020

All songs written, recorded, performed, etc by Topher Jackson (Skeptik).

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Photography by Josh Jackson
Edited by Topher Jackson

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Skeptik St. Louis, Missouri

Skeptik is a one man heathen metal band from St. Louis, MO in the USA. Drawing influences metal, hip hop, folk, industrial and everything in between, Skeptik's sound is signatured by rapid fire harsh vocals and a wide array of synth and atmosphere. A frequent musical collaborator, be sure to hit “contact” if interested. ... more

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