Burning bridges in a world of death
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Chain of Dogs — Burning bridges in a world of death
Release date : Mar. 24, 2014
Label : Witches Brew
Tracklist:
  1. Intro
  2. D'r Zjwarte Hond va Krapoel
  3. Ich bring d'r Doeëd
  4. Deathworld
  5. Blood Follows
  6. Bridgeburners
  7. 't Zjwatte Loak
  8. Intro Doa is Mie Land
  9. Doa is mie Land (remix)
  10. Follow Me up to Carlow (demo)
  11. The Foggy Dew (demo)
  12. Tooth and Jaw (demo)
  13. Oprotte (unreleased)

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Compiles ‘Bridgeburners’ and ‘Deathworld’ Eps, demo tracks, a remix and an unreleased song. Includes an 8 page booklet featuring full lyrics, classic band pictures etc.

Tracks 1-4: Deathworld EP
Tracks 5-7: Bridgeburners EP

 

1. Intro
Intro
2. D’r Zjwarte Hond va Krapoel
In ‘t Heuvelland verdwaald urgens woste nit mos zieë
Et nieëchste durp ken toch nit wied zieë mer doe wits ‘t ech nit mieë
Renne, sjpringe, doe zies get doahinge
Wat blikkert doa wit in ‘t zjwart

Sjrej et oet vor dien angs, doe kens mer eemoal leave 2x
D’r Zjwarte Hond va Krapoel, Ohoh laylalalay 2x

Linksaf bie dea akker en doa rechts bie de boerderie
Doe volgs ‘t pad nog mer doe zies et ech nit mieë
Valle, opsjtoa, huuësjte ‘m hijge
Veulste dea oam i diene nak

3. Ich bring d'r Doeëd
Wen d’r daag ’t wiedst is, in et holst van de nach
Zeunt teng en klauwe oet en begint de sjlach
Blief bie de les en let op boek en derm
Want ze weade gesjieje ’t blood is zoe werm

Ich, weerwolf, in ’t lich van de sjtad
Wen d’r honger kump da begint de jach
Ich, weerwolf, in ’t lich van de sjtad
Zal d’r doeëd versjpreide ich beheers de nach

Of ’t lich van de lampe of ’t blau van d’r moand
Miene prooi is in zich, noe is ’t gedoan
Da lieërste wie vief liter blood oet ziet
Vor dich neet zoe good want doe raaks ’t kwiet

Ich, weerwolf, in ’t lich van de sjtad
Wen d’r honger kump da begint de jach
Ich, weerwolf, in ’t lich van de sjtad
Zal d’r doeëd versjpreide ich beheers de nach

In de helderste nach begin ich te janke
In de helderste nach goan ich op pad
In de helderste nach moagste diene god danke
Wenste mit mich gee treffe höbs gehad

4. Deathworld
Oh no – what is this mess I got myself into now
Everything is out to kill you
This gun strapped to my arm keeps me from death
Everything is out to kill you
Every living thing has one common goal
Everything is out to kill you
To destroy this techno-crazy human kind

The perimeter is breached we have to fight our die
They’re coming from all sides take everything alive
Blasting guns and napalm it’s either them or us
Population in decline that’s reality of life
on this

Deathworld (4x)

And no – it’s no wonder this place is out to get us
Everything is out to kill you
It was hard from the start we taught it hate
Everything is out to kill you
A sentient conscience seething with revenge
Everything is out to kill you
On our machines and guns

Deathworld (4x)

But out there in the jungle the grubbers work the soil
In harmony with the wild the serpent remains coiled
Life is hard but show respect and you can make your way
Watch and learn their lesson and know there is hope
for this

Deathworld (4x)

5. 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

6. 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

7. 't Zjwatte Loak
Wen de kooi noa onge sjuut
Da ben ich weer de erme kluut
Dé onge in dat loak mot sjravele en sjinne
Dreihongerd meter i gen eëd
Goan ich doa buttele wie e peëd
Me zelfs e peëd zow huuj der daag dat neet mië kinne
Want doa onge i gen koel
Doa sjteet der sjtöb dich op e moel
Doa deet die vuchtig … loch dich emmers zjweëte
En doa kruupse durch der pratsj
Mit eng koellamp op der patsj
Nondeju pap hej ich dat doch oets geweëte

Et water druupt mich op der zak
Ich veul de kou bis in der nak
Ich krieg et van die zouwerei nog aan de niere
En der meesterhuijer vlookt
En deä vieze sjlaam deä kookt
I mie booksekruus en doava krien ich zjwere
Och mien heng die goan kapot
Ich rochel sjteekes oet mieng strot
I mie gezich doa zitten hongerddoezend kratse
Ich werk mieng knoake oet mie vel
Want deä koal deä is zoe hel
Leeve pap heij ich die koel toch loate platse

Daag op daag goan ich weer aaf
In dat zefde zjwatte graaf
En doezend doëde mot ich in dat graaf noch sjterve

8. Intro Doa is Mie Land
Intro
9. Doa is mie Land (remix)

Tussche krakers van de DSM en drej sjteng op d’r berg,
woa fabrieke zie aan zie sjtunt mit busch en hei,
doa bin ich geboare, dat is woa ich leaf,
doa is mie land, sjtad durp en wei.
En al vert ‘t mich soms wied hie vandaan,
ich keer ummer teruuk noa de bronsgrean kaant,
ich volg nit die pad ich ren hie noeëts weg,
want hej bin ich heem, hie is mie land.

Doe wools ummer mer renne, doa woars nie tevrea,
koons ‘t neet verdraage, alles woar te traag
en woa hengste noe oet, biste trots op dichzelf,
of zit een sjpriets i diene erm, ligste al in die graaf
biste dat gewoade wat ver nooit zoue doeë,
boavenop die ledder of onge a gen ead,
et woar neet good genoog, et woar ummer te min,
ich han dich noeëts mieë gezieë, höbste noe diene zin.

Wat doong vuur verkieëd, wat is passiert,
wat hat ‘t leave hej dich aagedoa.
De luuj te bekrompe of de weage te sjmaal,
of woar dat egaal?
Ich ren hie noeëts weg, of ich kom teruuk,
doa is mie land, hie is os land.

10. Follow Me up to Carlow (demo)
Lift MacCahir Og your face
Brooding o’er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place,
Drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure
Soon the firebrand he’d secure;
Until he met at Glenmalure
With Feach MacHugh O’Byrne.
Curse and swear Lord Kildare,
Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low.
Up with halberd out with sword
On we’ll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow.
From Tassagart to Clonmore,
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
Oh, great is Rory Oge O’More,
At sending loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled,
Now for black FitzWilliam’s head
We’ll send it over, dripping red,
To Liza and her ladies.
Curse and swear Lord Kildare,
Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low.
Up with halberd out with sword
On we’ll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow.
See the swords of Glen Imayle,
Flashing o’er the English pale
See all the children of the Gael,
Beneath O’Byrne’s banners
Rooster of the fighting stock,
Would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock,
Fly up and teach him manners.
Curse and swear Lord Kildare,
Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low.
Up with halberd out with sword
On we’ll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow.
11. The Foggy Dew (demo)
‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland’s line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out a flag of war.
‘Twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Britannia’s sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
Oh, the night fell black and the rifles crack
Made “Perfidious Albion” reel
‘Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o’er the lines of steel
By each shining blade, a prayer was said
That to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook
Out its fold in the Foggy Dew.
‘Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves
or the fringe of the grey North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse’s side,
or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their graves we’d keep where the Fenians sleep,
‘neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew.
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light
Might shine through the Foggy Dew.
Ah, back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I’d kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
When you fell in the Foggy Dew.
12. Tooth and Jaw (demo)
City born and bred the thirst got in our heads
We claim no woods we claim no fields we’re only claiming death
When the hunting call is raised we will heed and chase you down
To see the fear that’s in your eyes when we tear you to the ground

Tooth and Jaw!

Thrashing in the moonlight
Growing hair and fangs
This is the hunting season
The howling has begun

Is this a blessing or a curse that by moonlight we reverse
To a shape that Mother Nature surely never meant for us to be
But the damage is done and we’re out for blood and guts
Our pack is as one there’ll be nothing left to rot

Tooth and Jaw!

Thrashing in the moonlight
Growing hair and fangs
This is the hunting season
The howling has begun

But we’re not just wolves
We’re still half man
We know who to look for
Whose life to end
So when we feast on your bones
Rest assured of one thing
You sought the end we brought on you
Now the punishment begins

Tooth and Jaw!

Thrashing in the moonlight
Growing hair and fangs
This is the hunting season
The howling has begun

13. Oprotte (unreleased)
Instrumental… sort of