1. BLOOD FOLLOWS

We roam the streets at night with murder on our minds
It’s unfortunate for you, but we’ll kill you from behind
Take a piece we need from you to spawn life from mortality
Necromantic sorcery is our specialty

Summoning demons, a host you’ve never seen
From death to life and shadow in between
Blood follows where we tread
To create life from death

Sterility fought with sorcery
To give a new first breath
Our death-warded magic is stronger than light
Make even the ghosts howl with terror and fright

Fear not when we come because you might say
You will be immortal though you won’t like the way
Binding service from demon and undead
This face of evil is the new face of dread

When the rooks come you better sit tight
Lock your doors and stay in for the night


2. BRIDGEBURNERS

A very long long time ago we set our paths, we set our Goals
As desert burned its mark on us - and fate consumed us Whole
The spiritwalker wrote our song – it’s awaiting our return
Immortality thrust on us; ascendance for our souls

We fight – for a cause that stabs us in the back
We kill – fewer swords but they’re still sharp
We fight – all bridges burnt there’s no return
Wide-eyed stupid

Buried deep when Moon’s Spawn failed, so many died a Darker end
But there is no pause for us, our loyalty’s our doom
There’s no more reason why we should, but we would because We could
But there’s no way in hell they can keep us down

We fight – for a cause that stabs us in the back
We kill – fewer swords but they’re still sharp
We fight – all bridges burnt there’s no return
We die – wide-eyed stupid

Bridgeburners Bonehunters, the old and the new
We will not be forgotten however few
Witness my friends, these darkest nights
Fate plucks our strings but we won’t give up the fight


3. 'T ZJWATTE LOAK

Went de kooi noa onge sjuut
Dan bin ich wer deë erme kluut
Deë onge in dat loak mot sjravele en sjinne
Dreihongerd meter iggen eëd
Goan ich da buttele wie e peëd
Mar zelfs e peëd zou huuj d’r daag dat neet mië kinne
Want doa onge iggen koel
Doa sjleet d’r sjtöb dich op de moel
Doa deet die vuchtig muufe loch dich emmers zjwete
En doa kruupste durch d’r pratsj
Mit ‘n koellamp op de patsj
Nondedjuu pap, häj ich dat toch oëts gewete

Et water druupt mich op d’r zak
Ich veul de kou bis in d’r nak
Ich krïen et van die zouwerij nog an de nere
En d’r meesterheujer vlookt
En deë vieze sjiaam deë kookt
In mie boksekruuts en doava krien ich zjwere
Och mien heng die gont kapot
Ich roachel sjteegruus oet mien sjtrot
In mie gezich doa zitte hongerd doenzend kratse
Ich wirk de knoake oet mie vel
Want deë koal is zoë hél
Leve pap, haj ich die koel toch loate platse

Daag op daag goan ich wer aaf
In datzelfde zjwatte graaf
En doezend doëde mot ich in dat graaf nog
Sjterve…..

Knap, doa brikt mich mit enne paaf
Och d’r sjuppesjtiël nog aaf
Noe kin ich wer van vuurenaaf aa opneuj beginne
‘T hemp dat kleeft mich agge lief
Mijn god, wat han ich ‘t hej toch sjtief
Wie mïch de koel de vot oet hingt dat wit toch ginne
D’r koaleband deë bliet mar driëne
Ich mot van iëlend bauw goa griene
Och al huur ich miene koempel wietse kwieke
Pap, die sjiech die doert zoë lang
En in dat duuster weed ich bang
Dat ich et daagleech noëts mie in ‘t gezich kin kieke

Ich han ging mach mie in mieng erm
Doa zit enne knoebel in mien derm
Pap, ich verrek, dat zou ich noe wal kinne keëke
Mar oet mien keel en oet mien longe
Is de loch noe voetgewronge
En d’r sjrei deë bliet mich hoaverwëge sjteëke
Pap, wat haste toch gedoa
Woarum mos ich dat loak in goa
Doe wits ich bin toch ginne miensj vuur ‘t koelmansleëve
Mar nè, ich mos en zou noa onge
Doatoe haste mich gedwonge
Want de koel dat woar et innege in die leëve.
Doe zags: jong, hot gowwe mood
Et koelwirk zit os in et blood
Dat ambach hont vir van d’r groëtpap moage erve
Mar ich weet: hej kom ich noëts mie aaf
Dat zjwatte loak dat weed mie graaf
En doezend doëde mot ich in dat graaf nog sjterve….