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The Reaper's Spiral
05:31
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I stand on this hill
I await the coming tempest
Shades becloud the horizon
A flood of chthonic flesh
I stand on this hill
I recall the wanton slaughter
Of my kith and their children
My blood burns for their due
I will stand in deadly combat
To strike, to slay, to fall
Descend the Reaper's Spiral
A pox upon my soul
These bitter twisted memories
Implanted and obscene
Now awake I question
What the mind’s eye sees
Enthralled
Dark seeds are sown
Mark of cain placed on my brow
Down the reapers spiral I fall
In the realm of Hypnos
My hands unthinking weapons
Bladed limbs bite through bone
This soil befouled by death
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The Psychohistorians
02:50
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Day by day, our empire rots away
From Crystal Logic to societal decay
Our achievements will wither, will die
Unless we stem the tide
Unless we turn the tide
Fifty scholars, one hundred thousand more
Fight the anarchy, fight the endless war
Into exile, to Terminus we fly
And with us all mankind
Psychohistory, hounded into exile
Seldon holds the key
His story must be told
We will show the way
Prophet of Foundation
Will return again
When reason’s taken hold
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The Encyclopedists
05:19
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Shining through the darkness
There’s a message borne through time
Our time will come again some day
Seldon, show me the way
It won’t be long until these savage tribes invade
The empire left us here, abandoned us to die
We’ll only hold on for so long
Based on my atomic lie
Three months wasted
Now running out of time
Surrounded by the kingdoms four
And an empire
An empire in decline
Idiocy, bureaucracy, have trapped us in this prison
Abject fools who could not understand his vision
Ridiculed by men not half his equal
I, Salvor Hardin, the prophet’s lone disciple
Deny the warning
The ultimatum in your hands
We cannot hope to make a stand
Summoned here by greed, by war
For an empire
An empire in decline
We are the guardians astride this citadel
A human vault to save all knowledge at the knell
And living on his path
Our very lives his epitaph
A story to be told throughout the centuries until
Our empire rise again
Seldon, my guardian, my liege
Has your prophecy foretold this bitter siege?
What price my actions, what price our mutiny?
What price my gamble
To swear this oath of fealty
The path of time has broken the seal
Now our purpose here is finally revealed
Waiting for their time to strike
At an empire
An empire in decline
Shining through the darkness
There’s a message borne through time
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4. |
The Mayors
05:40
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From within, without
The wolves are at my door
Since those barbarians found
That ancient weapon of war
We taught them to believe
A holy empire we conceived
To bind them, to Anacreon confine them
The temple priests have taken hold
On Seldon’s track there can be no turning back
Onward into the unknown
Our magic holds in rapture
The weak of mind
Theocracy gives solace, refuge
From the regent monarch’s tyranny
A bloody tyrant
Bent on conquest of our kind
We will show no clemency for his crimes
Against science and mankind
Our temple priests have taken hold
Artillery, his weapon and his creed
We hold the loyal hearts of all those who believe
Within the lifetime of your children the cycle falls again
Every thirty years a crisis, will this ever end?
We gave them power, still they thirst for more
Technology their prize
Now the god-king comes of age
There is one path to take
They find themselves defenseless
Forces fallen to their knees
Against the throne, revolting
Men of faith and piety
We taught them to believe
A holy empire we achieved
We bind them, with Foundation we align them
Our temple priests are in control
Taught them to fear, that our vengeance always near
Crisis averted Hari Seldon’s ghost again appears
Foundation’s near
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The Traders
02:43
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Gorov, The fool
He strayed beyond the boundary
They hate, they fear
The echoes of theocracy
Burning golden light
Alchemy transforming steel
Trading now, technology
To spread throughout the galaxy
A toll, paid in gold
Their master has demanded
We trap him by his greed
And he will be our pawn
Sign our trade agreement or we’ll
Expose your crime for all to see
In time, we’ll bind you with Foundation
And we will share our legacy
As on the journey here
So on the journey home
Save with the hostage, loyalty
Won from Askone
Burning golden light
Alchemy transforming steel
Trading now, technology
To spread throughout this land
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The Merchant Princes
04:42
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A bountied legion, risen from the light
They lay us under siege, avarice and might
In an armour forged of guile and of deceit
They will find no shelter here
Trade is a sword
A mighty weapon of war
The Merchant Princes call
And they wield
Trade as a sword
Fly to Korell - watcher, enemy
Dull the tyrant’s blade, prove your loyalty
Spread our conquest not by glory but by gain
Building iron atomic reign
Son of Smyrno, heed my plight
Bless my atomic steel this night
Son of Korrell, now behold
Iron and coal will turn to gold
Sons of Smyrno sacrificed
Hostage now to greed and vice
Sons of Korell, honour sold
In Foundation's stranglehold
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Poseidon's Children
03:33
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Running silent, running deep
From the enemy elite
Wed to vengeance, bloody whore
Son of science, son of war
Through perdition’s flame
From hell’s heart I stab at thee
Through the maelstrom maze
From hell’s heart I stab at thee
Genesis, genocide
Devastation's vengeful tide
Bound to carnage, crimson brine
Poseidon’s children flayed alive
Abomination, metal womb
Now become their bitter tomb
Tooth and nail, skin and bone
Poseidon's Children summoned home
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8. |
Fortress Titan
04:48
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For fifteen centuries
We’ve waited for this day
Vengeance wrought upon
Our enemies mistakes
Swarming out of the sky
Battleships our sceptred might
Screaming through nitrogen
We strafe their blackened spires
Our cannon vomit death
Forging funeral pyres
The heavens ripped asunder
A vortex cracks the sky
Our brethren pour into the night
Battle hardened, ready to strike
And Fortress Titan is our prize
Swarming out of the sky
Avenging angels, beacons of hope
For usurped exiles
Your house shall fall
The molten shell of death
Flows streams into a sea
Of boiling steel and fire
And bloody human debris
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Centaurean
06:45
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Vagrant, itinerant
He roams throughout the stars
Hauling worthless cargo, to near and to far
Progeny of prostitute, born of a spaceport queen
Running from his destiny, responsibility
Chosen to hide, chosen to run
He can’t escape the things he’s seen
And everything he’s done
Centaurean
Annie’s bastard son
Stronger than fate
He is the key
Protecting the gate
Vanished into nowhere
Gone without a trace
To the anonymity of Federation space
Hunted by great leaders
By law, by anarchy
Running from his blood’s command
And from their treachery
Scalpels pierce into his mortal form
Augmentation, a window to his soul
Running to the light
From law from anarchy
The Openers provide
As he’s seeking sanctuary
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
The new Centaurean, Annie’s bastard son
Chosen to stand, chosen to fight
The new Centaurean
Blessed, Sacred, Right
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