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Speak with the Dead

by The Conjured

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The fall of the final jewel Of an empire's dying rule The last shred of Roman state Will burn at Bosporus strait Build your walls to the sky And pray in vain you won't die The gunpowder breaks the stone Makes passage for our new throne ​For the great conqueror The crumbling of the walls Signifies the fall The city laid to waste Janissaries make haste Cannons roar outside To victory we ride The Ottomans take pride The last of Rome has died The key to our next conquest As we march into the west Europe is ours to take Death follows in our wake Upon bones our throne is built We slaughter without guilt The faith of our enemies wilts We will drive our swords to the hilt
2.
In the middle eastern mountains we watch As crusaders take to the sands like snakes Control of the holy land is sought And bloody swathes are left in their wake As they and the false branch clash with steel We cut through the night to bring God's will The silent death wrought from our zeal Of our divine duty to kill As scorpions flee from the light Our work is never done in the sun We deliver death without a fight And our witnesses amount to none Our name strikes fear across the land And spreads a bitter chill throughout the night The reaper will guide our hand We assassins that lurk in the sand In the name of Allah And Hassan-i-Sabbah Death upholds the doctrine We, the order of Assassins In our shrouded fortress By our enemies' blood, we are blessed We will slay them for their sins We, the shadows of the mountain As holy wars spread misery Our shadowed blade weaves through the air To release death is our duty One which we will gladly bear As armored knights march in the east And heretics steal the jeweled throne Upon their blood, we will feast And the Old Man's will she be bestowed ​In the name of Allah And Hassan-i-Sabbah Death upholds the doctrine We, the order of Assassins In our shrouded fortress By our enemies' blood, we are blessed We will slay them for their sins We, the shadows of the mountain
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Black Knight 05:00
Born with a birthright The heir to the throne But no crown will I gain The king, he has sworn Fool of a man is he Unfit to rule the land If he won't give his crown to me I'll rip it from his hands An army of the wicked Swords of steel, swords for gold Arising from the fens and hills To me, the kingdom has been sold Await the return of the king Of his death, bards will always sing A sword through his neck brings the sting For his death, the church bells soon shall ring A field of flesh and sea of blood The bodies pile high A gaping wound bored in my chest I lay still as I die​
4.
In the court of bones and rot Communion's held where death is wrought Where the spirits sing and dance And corpses sit in necrotic trance Acrid stench of centuries Unleashed from entombed memories Hear the choir of the dead As they rise up from earthly beds Vengeful tales from those were slain And laments of those who died in pain Soldiers that had died in vain And ramblings of those once insane Even children join the horde Their young lives cut short by death's sword The many, wise, fools, weak, and strong Who join in union with death's song Necromancy Let's us freely Cast spells most dread Speak with the dead Beyond life's bounds Knowledge is found Learn what's unsaid Speak with the dead Beneath the pale moon and stars We speak among those from afar Before we see the rising sun The ritual will soon be done Hearing secrets of the past The knowledge gained is deep and vast And we know what waits beyond From the undead which we have spawned Necromancy Let's us freely Cast spells most dread Speak with the dead Beyond life's bounds Knowledge is found Learn what's unsaid Speak with the dead
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Upon the hill, the order waits To descend and unleash their hate In the valley where the final stand Of servants of ancient gods did band A futile fight for the condemned few Once many, now their dead are strewn They sweat and weep as the horsemen ride Knowing that they can't turn the tide We'll surround them We will offer no quarter We'll destroy them We will offer no quarter With bodies of steel and swords of light The order slays for what they call right Blood stains the cross and paints it red The butchering leaves many dead Like wolves, the order encircles their prey And the two sides, to their gods they pray As wheels rumble on the hillside The cannon tells them they are gonna die We'll slaughter them We will offer no quarter We'll butcher them We will offer no quarter A roar of thunder shakes the earth Clouds of black smoke bring the order mirth Behind the screen of gunpowder smog Not one alive is in the slog Flesh, blood, and bone scatter the field But still this crusade will not yield To further lands, the order will go And where they go, the blood will flow We murdered them We have offered no quarter We'll destroy them We will offer no quarter
6.
A black velvet cloak slides on the floor Envelopes skin of white snow Scarlet lips and hair of a crow Her pale lover Embraced upon dark sheets of silk Seduced by eyes of crimson A kiss sends shivers through her skin And draws blood from her Blood in the moonlight Red stains her white skin Creature of the night Bleeding the virgin A gentle stroke of her inner thigh Locks the prey in passion Her loving touch is soft yet cold Freezing caress Gone before the sun arises To her underground lair Her pet awaits her return She bows to her ​Blood in the moonlight Red stains her white skin Creature of the night Bleeding the virgin
7.
Wild Hunt 02:42
Riding with fire and steel in our hands Death is on our side tonight Burning the village and slaying the men It will be useless to fight Slashing and hacking at all in our way Sending our victims to Hell Murdering, enslaving, raping all life No one will be left to tell Wild Hunt Wild Hunt Tearing through the land at the speed of light Maiming all we come across Their bones snap in our teeth as arrows draw blood Our victory is their loss Slashing and hacking at all in our way Sending our victims to Hell Murdering, enslaving, raping all life No one will be left to tell Wild Hunt Wild Hunt Leaving their homeland in ruins and dust Capturing those we desire The bodies in our wake are burned and defiled Gain Satan's favor, God's ire Slashing and hacking at all in our way Sending our victims to Hell Murdering, enslaving, raping all life No one will be left to tell The Wild Hunt Wild Hunt
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I dream a world of black and white And live a life in shades of gray ​I curse when I make it through the night And hope I don't make it through the day One waking moment drifts to the next Repeating like the clock's moving hands An existence constantly hexed When will my time run dry of its sands Many were driven from the dark But my misery was her mark Finding solace in my woes It was I that this rose chose Like the thorns upon the stem She drew blood and spread mayhem Shattered mind with just one goal At all costs, we'd become one soul A spark that brought light to the dark She's insanity's matriarch Leading down a flowered path Where the rose thorns sting with wrath She brings color to my world of gray Bringing scarlet to the day I can't tell if we're bound by love Or if she will spill my blood Like a guardian demon spawn Over me, she'd often fawn And raise steel to those who fought Against us two, who just peace sought I can face the light of day Without the dread which used to lay Upon me like a brick of lead From the fog, by her I was led ​We are tied by the blood shed By those who wanted us dead She brought color to my bleak world Through maddened love which was unfurled Though I can't see behind her eyes She will never tell me lies She brings an honest, twisted love That from my chains has set me free

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Returning to a faster pace, Speak with the Dead draws from The Conjured's influences in heavy, black, and speed metal.

Included with this Bandcamp purchase is the only live recording of The Conjured performing a rehearsal with three members - Dean Hobbs on drums, Riffmaker on guitar, and Michael Jahrling on bass. This recording is our run through of Banishment of the Light, the opening track on Wallachian Horror.

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released September 10, 2019

Michael Jahrling - all music, lyrics, and instruments on studio tracks; bass on live rehearsal recording of Banishment of the Light

Riffmaker - guitar on live rehearsal recording of Banishment of the Light

Dean Hobbs - drums on on live rehearsal recording of Banishment of the Light

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The Conjured Petaluma, California

The Conjured was a music project by Michael Jahrling, the current vocalist for Rail Rage.

The project is officially concluded. While more music is to come, it will no longer be under the banner of "The Conjured".

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