1. |
To Devour the Sheep
02:02
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I choked on my prayers today
As the blood of my brothers filled my lungs
I went silent as I heard their children weep
And their cries of "mother father" stuck in my throat
My eyes burned as I beheld them as torches within cages
My comfort faded
And the golden calf of convenience beheaded
My silent mountain top crumbled as
The chasm opened below me
A gaping abyss to devour sheep
I saw them wrapped in the Shepherd's arms
Their scars bore testimony even in eternity
I saw the heretics cloaked in wrath
Their greed devoured them like acid
I saw justice descend as white flame
While the oppressed
Were wrapped in arms of of peace
Let no man say he knows the suffering of saints
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2. |
Blood & Water
05:11
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Son of mine
Charm around my neck
A bottle of perfume
Poured out in the desert
Sending waves up to the eastern sun
Those fumes writhed around limbs
Limbs to which you were clinging by a silken strain
Limbs which opened you wide to being
Pierced alive
O my son, the roots run deep
And your blood drips to the ground
The sand congeals under your life
Which waters the thirsting trees
A monument to your own doom
Erected in your arrogance
Your revenge unfulfilled by the bridges you burned
Did it flash before the whites of your eyes?
Did your pride rise to your throat like the blood you bled?
O my son, the roots run deep
And your blood drips to the ground
The sand congeals under your life
Which waters the thirsting trees
These messengers speak tragedy and deceit
One tells me all is well
Another pays no tribute, the proverbial disowning
There is a disturbance in my spirit
Your name unmentioned, you did not return from battle
My tears stain the gate of bronze and stone, my son
Our line has ended and I am forsaken by the fruits of my choices
I shake the dust off my trembling hands and feet
Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom
My grief is as the juice of the vine grown bitter
You fade, o warrior,
and I cannot lift up my countenance to the noon sky
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3. |
Stone & Ink
05:47
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Within stone walls
Isolation
No truth to reach deaf ears
No bread to the hungry
No comfort to the widow
The tongues they spoke
But ramblings to the dumb
No approach to the throne
No veils torn to the common
No need for spiritual balm
I beheld their stench
Corruption
To blind the eyes of babes
To keep the Blood at bay
To idolize mere men
Dawn approaches
I beheld a ladder in my dreams
And a bridge to above
And the multitudes poured from four corners
And their souls shall shine anew
And eyes will behold light
The words they shall read
Forged upon the stone of my passing
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4. |
Flames & Fortitude
07:23
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Wake to time suspended
Glimmer in the distance
Not far from the threshold
The flame will go out
Burning within and without
I lift my singed hands
No cry for water
No plea for respite
Brazen spirit
Immune to clements
This soul will not sleep
But chaff will be purged
Gold flows forth
From the silence of testimony
Were I given a hundred more chances
No wavering
Tear and rend muscle from marrow
No recanting
Open the king’s eyes
Mold the clay of his hardened heart
Cover a twisted nation in mercy
Redeem the blood spilled
The trees and flames will clap
A signal to kin
The possibility of endurance
Rejoice
Called to burn brightly
City on a hill
Not far from the threshold
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5. |
Altars
07:17
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As a page turns upon the stone
I am named harbinger of pain
But never have I been more fearful
To hold the power and life and death
Lie before me as my heart cowers
Await your end
Await me
Single ray shines
Motes of dust rest upon
A writhing frame
Fear spills forth as I speak justice
Compelled to bring
Doves’ wings of peace from agony
To bring doves wings of peace
Into gnarled hearts
Of the oppressed and the beaten
Fear spills forth as I speak justice
Compelled to bring
Silence from agony
I cannot take a life
So when I wake
I will examine my soul
A page turns upon the stone
Final screams captured
Etched in eternity
I cannot take a life
So when I wake
I will examine my soul
Final screams captured
Etched in eternity
I awake
And consider
The death of the evil inside of me
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6. |
Thrones & Thieves
10:28
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Upon an altar of marble
Blackened heart poured as wine
Redeem this filth
Iniquity chalice filled to the brim
And it reduces under light
Whitewashed cups
Wicked works no longer prosper
For there is no scale
No balance
Soul of man laid bare
And our deeds will not save us
Return to dark corners
Where we once found shelter
How great the deception
We swallowed without pause
A worm in the eyes of God
A thief in the presence of justice
Beg for Hell
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7. |
Threshold
04:32
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Justice descended as white flame
And the retinas of the wicked burned within their skulls
Rivers of blood filled chasms of the earth
This is the great banquet of the Lamb
Heretics and deniers cloaked in torture
The smoke of their torment as incense
The oppressed and rejected
Lifted their heads in hope
Maranatha
At long last
Kingdom without end
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Old Thunder Kentucky
Solo studio project based in northeastern KY. Old Thunder explores themes of suffering, loss, and redemption, inspired by life and literature alike.
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