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The Powers That Be

by Mercy

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Super Crispy Wow, sets me on fire. Love everything about this. Praise God. Excellent job Mercy, and thanks to SkyBurnsBlack.
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eric_kauppinen I wasn't sure what to expect when I first listened to this album on Spotify, but I was absolutely blown away on the first listen! Sonically, I think the band has an awesome sound, and the songs have some good variety and production. Writing/lyrics are also strong here. Epic album from start to finish; I am very much looking forward to Mercy's future releases! Favorite track: Thunderstorm.
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I sit beneath your leaves, old oak You mighty one of all the trees Within whose hollow trunk a man Could find a shelter from the breeze (I found a shelter from the breeze) I see your knuckles hard and strong But have no fear they'll come to blows Your life is long, and mine is short But which has known the greater woes (I am the one with greater woes) Thou has not seen no starved women here Or man gone mad because ill-fed Who stares at stones in city streets Mistaking them for hunks of bread Thou hast not felt the shivering backs Of homeless children lying down And sleeping in the cold, night air Like doors and walls in London town I sit beneath your leaves, old oak You mighty one of all the trees Within whose hollow trunk a man Could find a shelter from the breeze I see your knuckles hard and strong But have no fear they'll come to blows Your life is long, and mine is short But which has known the greater woes Knowing thou hast not known such shame And only storms have come thy way Methinks I could in comfort spend My summer with thee, day by day And in thy hollow rest at night The stars turn over leaves of light And through the open doorway see The spirits and the powers that be
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Winter 04:46
Winter, some call thee fair Yeah! flatter thy cold face With vain compare Of all thy glittering ways And magic snows With summer and the rose Thy phantom flowers And fretted traceries Of crystal breath Thy frozen and fantastic art of death With April as she showers The violet on the leas And bares her bosom In the blossoming trees And dances on her way To go laugh with May Winter that hath no bird To sing thee, and no bloom To deck thy brow To me thou art an empty haunted room Where once the music Of the summer stirred And all the dancers Fallen on silence now
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The Bittern 03:56
The reeds are idly waving o'er the marshy ground The ragged herbage rots on many a mound And desolate pools and marshes deadly lie around There is no life nor motion, save the winds that fly With the close-muffled clouds in silence through the sky There is no sound to stir it, save the Bittern's cry Bittern, sitting sadly on the fluted edges Of pillars once the prop and pride of palace ledges Now smeared with damp decay and sunk in slimy sedges Shatter'd and sunken, with the sculptured architrave Peering above the surface of the sluggish wave Like a gaunt limb thrust fleshless from a shallow grave The Bittern sitteth sadly on the time-worn stone Upon life's moldering relics, fearfully alone Searing the silence ofttimes with his solemn tone The Bittern--monarch of the sad and dreary place Mocking the pride and pageant of a ruin'd race Whose very name is forgotten, whose deeds left no trace Pleasant songs of peace, the lute, the lover's sigh The statesman's eloquence The warrior's battle-cry Echo from the heedless sky The hours fleet fast unnoted, and the time is nigh When even he on featherless wings, he shall soar on high
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Immortality 04:55
I bowed my head in anguish sore When Life made Death his bride Soul, we are lost forever more! Unto my soul I cried Nay, waste in wailing not thy breath My soul replied to me The child of Life and Death Behold! Behold! Immortality! Hypocrisy will serve as well Oh, it will serve us well Persecution and promotion Do equally advance devotion So round white stones will serve, they say As well as eggs to make hens lay In a church furnish'd with gable The penitents' dresses are sealskin and sable An altar with gargoyle and groin The odour of sanctity is eau-de-Cologne Could Lucifer, flying from Hades Gaze down on this crowd with panniers and paints He’d say, looking at the lords and the ladies Oh, where is All-Sinners, if this is All-Saints? How shall the living be comforted for the dead When they are gone, nothing's left behind But a vague music of the words they said Be patient to the end, and you shall sleep Pillowed on heartsease, you will not have to weep
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From his brimstone bed at break of day (A walking the Devil is gone) To look at his little farm of the World (And see how his stock went on) Over the hill and over the dale (And he went over the plain) Backward and forward he swish'd his tail (As a gentleman swishes a cane) Thou hast confessions to listen And many big bells to christen How then was the Devil drest? (Oh, he was in [his] Sunday's best) His coat was red and his breeches were blue (There was a hole where his tail came through) Thou hast great pardons to sell But only for those who pay well Thou hast altars [and] dolls to dress A few beads and bones to bless Too holy seemed the night for sleep And yet, I must have slept, it seems For, suddenly, I woke to hear A strange voice singing, shrill and clear Down in a gully black and deep That cleft the beetling crag in twain It seemed the very voice of dreams That drive hag-ridden souls in fear Nay, Father, I boast, that this is my post She answered; and thou wilt allow The great Harlot Who is clothed in scarlet Can very well spare me now
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Thunderstorm 04:21
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low He flung a menace at the earth A menace at the sky The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road The wagons quickened on the streets The thunder hurried slow The lightning showed a yellow beak And then a livid claw The birds put up the bars to nests The cattle fled to barns There came one drop of giant rain And then, as if the hands… There will be thunder then. Remember me Say, she asked for storms The entire world will turn the color of crimson stone And your heart, as then, will turn to fire Restless and hot two children lay Plagued with uneasy dreams Each wandered lonely through false day A twilight torn with screams Now high aloft above the town The thick clouds gather and break A flash, a roar, and rain drives down Aghast the young things wake Trembling for what their terror was Surprised by instant doom With lightning in the looking glass Thunder that rocks the room
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Far to the South a star Bright-shining over all A sound of voices singing Round a Babe in an ox's-stall Three Kings a-riding, riding, With gifts of myrrh and gold Far, far from the wild North Ocean Of which this tale is told By the sea, in the Hall of Beele Were Yule and joy and feast Outside was the noise of the ocean And storm, like a howling beast The King sate at the banquet With his Jarls and Berserks hale Quaffing to Thor and Odin Huge horns of mead and ale Unheeded howled the winter Round the oak walls of the King For a mighty skald with a runic harp Made the hall re-echoing ring Loud laughed the blonde Norse maidens As they brimmed the barmy cup Where the torches flickered the war-blades And the bucklers hanging up But out by the thundering North Sea Ten shattered dragons lie Vessels, like great sea-monsters To the billows heaving high And pale and hacked with gashes Mid his battered arms lies low The red-haired Viking, Hareck Half-buried in the snow And wan, where the waves beat sullen Lies his brother, one-eyed Hulf Above whose mail’d visage Snarls the winter-famished wolf
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Klær og våpen er vennegaver Slikt gjør vennskapet synlig det varer lengst om lykken er god når vennene veksler gaver (veksler gaver) For vennen sin skal en være venn og gjengjelde gave med gave men ler en av deg så le igjen lønn ham med løgn for svik (løgn for svik) Har du en annen som du ikke tror og vil utnytte ham tross alt fagert skal du tale men falsk mene lønn ham med løgn for svik Og atter om den som du ikke tror ser du svik i hans sinn smile skal du mot ham men skjul dine tanker la gave svare til gave For vennen sin skal en være venn for ham og hans venn men for uvenns venn skal ingen mann noen gang være venn Hør, har du en venn og tror vel om ham og du vil ha gavn av vennen bland sinnet ditt med ham og send ham gaver søk ham ofte opp
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The Bell 05:37
Through the calm and silent air Floats the tolling funeral bell Swooning over hill and dell Heavy laden with despair Mute between each muffled stroke Sad as though a dead voice spoke Out of the dim Past time invoked Stands my heart all mute with care The Bell is tolling on, and deep Deep and drear into my heart All its bitter accents dart Peace! sad chime, I will not weep What is there within thy tone That should wring my heart alone Rive it with this endless moan Peace! and let past sorrows sleep Fling your music on the breeze Mock the sighing of the willows Mock the lapping of the billows Mock not human sympathies Slow chime, sad chime, mock me not With that loved voice ne'er forgot Flooding me with tears blood-hot Mock not soul-deep memories Come not from the unseen Past Flying up the silent gale With that deep and muffled wail Slaying me with lying tale Base chime, false chime from the Past Not in sighs of mortal pain Pain and anguish rise again Voices from the far Death-plain

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released March 1, 2023

Music: Phillippe Levidad, Isaque Soares
Vocals: Daniel Corpse
Mixing/Mastering: Bruno Bassani

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Mercy Curitiba, Brazil

Mercy is a black metal studio project from Curitiba, Paraná, Brazil, drawing inspiration from Antestor, Vaakevandring and Vardøger, with lyrical themes ranging from Christianity to Nature and Norse folklore.

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