american ragnarok

by corretja

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civil war themed ragnarok themed civil war

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released October 31, 2011

BGL (guitars, bass, drums, programming)
MS (vocals and lyrics)
SJ (backing vocals, all instruments on throne of bebbanburg)
RS (Artwork, layout, photography, webmaster)

dedicated to scott columbus

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corretja New York

Corretja turns a harsh lens on history's heroes through brutal digital melodeath.

Born in VA, raised in NY, and proudly drummer-less since 1997.

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Track Name: we gave them the bayonet
between mcdowell and glory, jackson stood ready to die. they'd never heard anything like the rebel yell, (their unholy cries!!) shoving them back, with drawn bayonet women and children clogged the streets all the way to the potomac. he would defend what he loved until the end capturing union guns, saving the old dominion hoping for a path to the james, and quick victory. union troops met a stonewall, took their place in history. by noon manassas was enveloped by the thick summer's heat at sun down rivers of union blood were flowing at his feet. jackson's last fight against pneumonia, was one battle he could not win. no shots fired, no charging troops, just water in his lungs he surely would have preferred to die defending his beautiful home.
Track Name: swords to dunholm
people kill themselves, trying to forget loathing memories of suffering and regret. the sole reason that i live is to remember eoferwic, the smell and taste of my father's ashes, remnants of what you did. there is no place you can hide, no bastion built too tall. this murder of ravens foreshadows your downfall the norns of yggdrasil weaved our threads, the moment you burnt my father's hall i am a shape shifter, a horror of the night, sceadugengan bringing swords to dunholm to end your life. there is no place you can hide, no bastion built too tall. this murder of ravens foreshadows your downfall avenging my father's death, will lead to glory or valhall. fate cannot be cheated, it governs us to the end. its led me here to dunholm where i plan to send, kjartan the cruel to the pit of dishonored dead. my entire life is prelude to fulfilling this revenge watch your son die, his guts ravaged by dogs. you'll be lucky if i'm that quick to send you to the gods. ferocity and anger, guided heart-breaker through your spine in odin's great hall you are forever forbidden to dine.
Track Name: the haunting
the words i know exist, betray my tongue and lips. if my heart could write you a song, this is what it would say. there are no to words to explain, what our time has meant to me i'm sorry for abandoning what we've made i'm sorry for causing any pain i'm sorry for giving up and walking away my only regret is not asking you to come with me. i would have fought had i known how hard this would be. so there's only one thing left for me to do, i'm leaving my ghost behind to be with you. haunting all, who teach within these walls until we're together again. Haunting all who walk down these halls until we're together again. come the fourth month of the year just open your door and you will hear whispers from these walls instructing all to heed our golden tradition's call my spirit will live on, long after i am gone. when you hear tapping from the back of your room, smile, for my ghost is watching over you.
Track Name: virginia is for heroes
avenge mcdowell, and take bull run, stop lee and trap stonewall, leaving no retreat. pope failed the modest task that was his charge three bloody days that pushed back the union cause this is the home of heroes, and democratic ideals, where dogwoods are born through blood-soaked fields assuming retreat by jackson, and the fall of the CSA, pope proved his military prowess was that of a common clod. jackson dealt verbal lashings, while longstreet saved the day the war horse joined with stonewall, and 25,000 men, pope's army met its end. this is the home of heroes, and democratic ideals, where dogwoods are born through blood-soaked fields hidden by the veil of darkness, but not from history's eyes the cowardly retreat of union troops, was the only plan surmised. manassas was condemned to suffer, for three grizzly days. it was now lincoln's turn to end this war and free the slaves.
Track Name: battle for lundene
as sure as the wagtails nest in the autumn pear trees, cuckoos plan their return across the mediterranean sea. and when they arrive, for all who survived, poets will sing songs of our names, reputation, and our fame. led down the thames by the new light of day, the threads of my fate lead me to ludd's gate. if we survive london's broken bridge, we still face the brothers thurgilson. as the shield walls clash, the battle for london might be my last. instead of the war calm on my mind, it's on who i have left behind. when the norns decide, it's my time to die, with sword in my hand, may his valkyries carry me. if this is my final ride, tell my son of how i died; to carry on my legacy, bring pride to our family avenge my death! these battles that i wage, and souls that i claim, are all for a kingdom not my own. haunted by those who have fallen by my sword, until we meet again in the feasting hall of the dead. when my sword song sings for the last time and ravens call for me, (my) hammer amulet tells of my future company. but for my son that carries on, inspiring your own poet's song, carve out your own path through life, follow none and lead with might. for my son that carries on, inspire your own poet's song, carve out your own path through life, follow none and lead with might. create your own legacy, bring pride to your family. the threads of your fate will lead you to valhalla's gate.
Track Name: throne of bebbanburg
church bells ring, sounding the alarm. alerting all of wasp-sting's wrath. my demon prow on the horizon, leaving nothing but death in my path. i am the dead swordsman, carving a bloody prose. the three spinners have spun my fate, along with all who oppose. i will return to claim my seat upon the throne of bebbanburg. serpents-breath guided by odin, sending Aelfric to niflheim. and i will fulfill my blood feud revenge. pray to your holy corpses and kiss their lifeless hands. pray they grant you a quick death, before i come to reclaim my land.
Track Name: enjoy the violence
a shield wall, a black horde, the program of the day. honor sworn, swords drawn, a battle cry breaks the day. a sea of broken bodies and cries lost in the noise. we ride to death and glory, we recognize our choice. i see my brothers who ride with me. i'll die like father, fighting bravely. bright fire. dark runes. i swore i'd die with honor, but never knew the time. now i'm looking to the gods to give me a sign. my wife and child both waiting for me to return anew. i'll see them in valhalla, as a short sword runs me through. i see my brothers who ride with me. i'll die like father, fighting bravely. bright fire. dark runes. i see my brothers who died with honor. i see my father welcoming me.