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Citadel
05:31
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Citadel
Odri Gibbor ©2020
What is it I see ahead? I feel dark foreboding dread,
Shifting mists obscure my sight, dare I think that I can even fight?
Quietly, we silently, creep towards the Citadel,
Quietly, we silently, brace to charge the Spires of Hell!
In bygone age, this place once was, a shining City on a Hill
But with time there grew decay, now it is another Day.
How did this place fall from Grace, mired in disguise, façade?
Imposing illusion, building delusion, City of Arrogance and Pride!
Quietly, we silently, creep towards the Citadel,
Quietly, we silently, brace to charge the Spires of Hell!
High place strong, battlements of stone, fortified, impregnable,
Causeway wide, strewn with bones, final testament to the Ones.
Booby-traps are laid for us: Device to injure, trap to harm;
Our minds must be one, “Hold together!”, so we can stand against the storm.
Citadel, Spires of Hell, Castle dark, poisonous well!
Will you drink a bitter pill, and lose your mind to this hill?
Hard to reach, more so to conquer, is this shifting image in the mirror.
What you see causes fear, that’s the whole idea!
And yet there is a ray of hope, the smallest glimmer, almost lost;
A fatal flaw in this bulwark, Achilles’ Heel to cause its fall!
What is this I see ahead? I feel no dark, foreboding dread,
Shifting mists clear from sight, things look so different in the Light!
Citadel, Spires of Hell, Castle dark, poisonous well!
We see you now for what you are, your arrogance has laid you bare!
Citadel, Spires of Hell, Castle dark, poisonous well!
Will you drink, a bitter pill, and lose your mind to this hill?
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2. |
Altar
05:48
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Altar
Odri Gibbor ©2020
Based on 1 Kgs 18:1-39; Jer 31:15
You worship before the Altar of Baal
Child sacrifice in the name of the moral.
Eating the flesh of the innocents,
You justify your lust for pow’r, Altar of Baal!
You dance around the altar, “Build it high! Build it higher!”
See smoke swirl from the funeral pyre;
Savage slaughter in the cradle of life,
Tools of torture, instruments of death!
Sweet-talk sales-men buy and sell your wares,
They regurgitate money with hungry stares.
Take off the mask you claim is life,
And show your face: Mask of Death! Altar of Baal!
You dance around the altar shouting: “Build, Build it higher!”
See smoke swirl from the funeral pyre;
Savage slaughter in the cradle of life,
Tools of torture, instruments of death!
Rachel weeping for her children
Bitter tears fall down.
Rachel weeping for her children,
They are no more!
You worship before the Altar of Baal,
Child sacrifice, in the name of the moral.
You tear your children limb from limb,
Your callous cruelty, Mark of Evil! Altar of Baal!
You dance around, shouting: “Build it high! Build it higher!”
See smoke swirl from the funeral pyre;
Savage slaughter in the cradle of life,
Tools of torture, instruments of death!
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3. |
Calling Adam
05:19
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Calling Adam
Odri Gibbor ©2020
Based on Gen 2:15-3:19
She is the one who comes to you, Beautiful, exotic, dressed in red.
Her words brush across your mind, Gently touches, turns your head.
Irresistible, Captivating, Fruit of Desire, Take and eat!
Adam, where are you? Wake up, rise!
Adam, where are you? Open your eyes!
You are the covering, be her protector,
Be the man you were meant to be!
Her all-surpassing beauty is the reason she’s your wife.
Vows that you took together, Bound in love, to build a life.
Felicitations, Aspirations, Food of Delight, Take a bite!
Adam, I beg you! Do what is right!
Adam, I beg you! Stand up and fight!
You are the covering, be her protector,
Be the man you were meant to be!
Why did you neglect her? You swore to be Protector,
What is she saying now? Do you even know?
How did she control you? With a look seduce you?
What is she saying now? Do you even care?
There is a way! It’s not hopeless! Stretch out your hand, Taste and see!
Adam, where are you? Wake up, rise!
Adam, where are you? Open your eyes!
You are the covering, be her protector,
Be that man you were meant to be!
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4. |
Black-Robed Regiment
07:02
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Black-Robed Regiment
Odri Gibbor ©2020
Raise the flag, sound the call!
We must fight through storm and squall!
We may seem like the few against many,
But fighting with us are the armies of heaven.
Now is the season, now the time,
Remake your ploughshares into iron.
Open your eyes, see the chariots of fire!
Take off your garments and show His armour!
Black-Robed Regiment, faithful and true,
Appealing to Heaven, His cause renew,
We march on our knees to spiritual drums,
To pray, “Here on earth, Your Kingdom come!”
You who call yourselves by His Name,
Your moral soap-box abstain.
Silence the critical heart in your breast;
Join His cause, and take no rest!
Set your face resolute, don’t be turned,
Freedom’s not free, it has to be earned.
War for the heart, and war for the mind,
The time is now, to no longer be blind.
Black-Robed regiment, faithful and true,
Appealing to Heaven, His cause renew,
We march on our knees to spiritual drums,
To pray, “Here on earth, Your Kingdom come!”
Walk not in the advice of the wicked,
Nor stand on the road of sinners.
If you sit down in the seat of scoffers,
Your soul will neither be blessed nor prosper.
You choose to live off the fat of the land,
But for the Cause, you won’t lift a hand!
Get up and fight for the land He gave you!
Let His passion burn inside you!
Black-Robed Regiment, faithful and true,
Appealing to Heaven, His cause renew,
We march on our knees to spiritual drums to pray,
“Here on earth, Your Kingdom come!”
Black-Robed Regiment, faithful and true,
Appealing to Heaven, His cause renew,
We march on our knees to spiritual drums,
To pray, “Here on earth, Your Kingdom come!”
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5. |
Standard-Bearer
06:01
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Standard-Bearer
Odri Gibbor ©2021
“My son, goodbye, to war I go,
To carry the Colors, our Kingdom show.
The battle is fierce, I may not return,
From clash of arms and fires that burn!”
“Why must you go, Da’? I don’t understand.”
“My son, I fight to free this land.”
“What is that flag, Da? I don’t understand.”
“These Colors I wave by the strength of His hand!”
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
On battlefield, far, the smoke and haze,
Blinds and chokes men into a daze.
Cannons and muskets explode all around,
Near and far the echoing sounds!
Then there’s a shout! A rallying cry!
It’s Da’ with the Standard, raising it high!
Fear-filled fighters, lift their eyes:
Courage is stirred deep as the Flag flies!
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
A musket rings out, the shot finds its mark,
Then, the Standard-Bearer’s eyes go dark.
For a moment he stops, then falls to his knees,
His young son whose sweet face in mind’s eye, he sees!
A nearby companion, runs to his aid,
As Da’ shouts to his son, who is so far away:
“Together we’ll struggle to hold this Flag high,
So, the Kingdom’s Colors can continue to fly!”
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
Raise the Colors of the Kingdom, Lift the Standard high,
Wave the Flag for all to see, Let the Colors fly!
History may not tell if they live or die:
Those who carry the Colors so high,
Their choice, the sacrifice made willingly;
Their faith, hope and love is the price to stay free!
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tyn Madison, Wisconsin
tyn is the solo project of Odri Gibbor, a US-based symphonic metal artist who creates melodic windows into stories of the past, present and future.
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