‘Twas the autumn of the year, that the blood moon did appear
Above my little town beneath the hill
And the few that did survive, will remember all their lives
How the rest of us, we took a sudden chill
So, they carried me away to a cold and shallow grave
With a hundred other of my nameless kin
And there they bid us lay ‘till the final judgement day
When the hand of God will wipe away our sin
But my tale begins again with a man that swore revenge
On the lord who took his raven-headed bride
With a book his only friend that was bound in human skin
He devised a way to reach the other side
(Oh, he found a way to reach the other side)
Just a shovel and a cart and some necromantic arts
Really did the trick to roll away the stone
Just as pretty as you please, did I rattle to my knees
And I bowed my skull before the lord of bones
There’s no wine, there’s no bread, in the Army of the Dead
And we couldn’t tell you any of our names
So, don’t beg, and don’t plead, we’ve forgotten how to bleed
But we’ll teach you how to do it, just the same
Now the knights of the keep swore they’d put us back to sleep
And to stop us at the crossing of the ford
So, at dawn they chose to ride with the river on their side
Between us and their rich and noble lord
With half a thousand men and two hundred of their friends
They trampled down our bones along the bank
But we got back up again and we gave a muddy grin
As we added seven hundred to our ranks
There’s no wine, there’s no bread, in the Army of the Dead
And we couldn’t tell you any of our names
So, don’t beg, and don’t plead, we’ve forgotten how to bleed
But we’ll teach you how to do it, just the same
With our footmen, six feet deep, and some mounted cavalry
All ridin’ on the horses that we killed
So, we stopped to thank the lord for providin’ us the horde
As we stood before his castle on the hill
With the wind against our back, ‘neath a banner painted black
We set our boney sockets on the prize
And the men along the wall, pissed their britches, one and all
When they saw the fi-re burnin’ in our eyes
(Battle Cry)
There’s no wine, there’s no bread, in the Army of the Dead
And we couldn’t tell you any of our names
So, don’t beg, and don’t plead, we’ve forgotten how to bleed
But we’ll teach you how to do it, just the same
Oh, we left no stone unturned as we watched the castle burn
But we never found the maiden anywhere
And the lord upon his knees, begged us, “Spare me, if you please,
For I never touched the girl with raven hair.”
“It was on our wedding night that the maiden took her life
With the silver-handled dagger that I wear
And her spirit, I am told, haunts the crossing of the roads
With a veil of white upon her ebon hair.”
(Anguished Scream)
(“Bring him!”)
With her skin as white as frost where the highway makes a cross
The master found his raven-headed bride
And so, we end our tale with the lifting of a veil
As he found a way to reach the other side
(and she found a way to reach the other side)
‘Twas a cold and moonless night that he spoke his final rite
And he lives on now, forever with his wife
And the book the devil wrote wears a rich and noble coat
That we tailored with a silver-handled knife
With our swords painted red, in the Army of the Dead
There’s no man alive would dare to speak our name!
So don’t weep, and don’t cry, we’ve forgotten how to die
But we’ll teach you how to do it, just the same!
Please don’t weep, please don’t cry, we’ve forgotten how to die
But we’ll teach you how to do it, just the same
credits
released March 22, 2020
Music: Andrew Hunter, Heath Allyn
Lyrics: Andrew Hunter
Synths: Andrew Hunter
All other instruments and vocals: Heath Allyn
The latest Djunah LP channels the duo's heavy, intensely cathartic sound to reflect on living with and healing from trauma. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2023
