Hymnen was my band in the mid-Aughts. I've posted only my own lyrics, so most songs are incomplete....
Like Brooks raised his cane with the rage of a cuckold
Or John Brown in the 'Prelude'
Laying waste to stalemate
Cast off all discretion
Blood drawn, men in parlors appalled
A new savage direction

So rustle up your kin in the afternoon
Red dusk struck a match and we cried out

And so we burn fertile acres into bald hinterland
Muscle up a fe, fi or fo and go mash up the salt to sand
We feign disgrace and cry out "we're trapped in a foreign land."

Landscape erased with a lash of white jowls
So when you run, then you're gone
It's a waste of my time
Hear the blood crier call

The name that retains all creation encircled
Has bestowed to our hands these tools
To raise Cain for the idle
And lay waste to stalemate
Cast off all discretion
Blood drawn in the name of the law
A new savage direction

And so we burn fertile acres into bald hinterland
Muscle up a fe, fi or fo and go mash up the salt to sand
We feign disgrace and cry out "we're trapped in a foreign land."
And when we went down that old road
Never did I buy what I sold
And never did I feel so cold

Landscape erased with a lash of white jowls
When you run, then you're gone
It's a waste of my time
Hear the blood crier call
Bawl down your door

Cut down with a broadside
That leather rein will chew so far into hands
Cut off like a bloodline
That leather rein will chew to the bone



Lyrics submitted by micbearing

East of the River Jordan song meanings
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