Let The Freakshow Begin

by Black Anemone

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released December 12, 2011

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Black Anemone Sweden

Folk punk band from Sweden that loves to bring chaos an mischief to the world. We like to go a little bit crazy and stir things up. Intense music with roots in Folk from all over ( Mostly Ireland) and punk rock

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Track Name: The fiddler and the dancer
First song From out "let the freakshow begin" Ep
Lyrics:
Verse: 1
On this stage were we lay out scene, a story of love that could never be
In the lead we see our Fiddler and his violin, listen to our story and the show will begin.
Verse: 2
The curtain is drawn and the scene is set, the Dancer traps the Fiddler in her alluring net.
She´s a real puppeteer, a master of deceit. grabbing her claw tighter as she`s dancing for him.
Pre chorus:
Pull the strings of your heart to me, play the melody of the dancer so serene.
Verse:3
In the second act the Fiddler grown old an grey, he´s finger where crooked he vould no longer play.
When he woke up and realised is fate, he closed his eyes gentle as she danced on his grave.
Stick:
The morale of this story is that life is just an moment and it`s over in a single heart beat. dont let your last endeavour be the fall on your favor dont be caugth in this net of dreams.
Track Name: Requiem of the patriot
You bled for your country, you counted your dead.
You fougth for the flag only to see it burn again.
Your comrades has fallen and you dig their grave.
The requiem has been sung a patriots song.

A Promise to prosper a vison of peace.
Burnt never broken it will never cease.
Exists in the heart of brothers in arms.
Even after they are gone it still lives on.

You bled for your country, you counted your dead.
You fougth for the flag only to see it burn again.
Your comrades has fallen and you dig their grave.
The requiem has been sung a patriots song.

The sons of this land as soldiers they stand.
Tossed down the pit like sacrifial lamms.
Blead for the glory and you find only shame.
Remeber the cause that we all once lost.

You bled for your country, you counted your dead.
You fougth for the flag only to see it burn again.
Your comrades has fallen and you dig their grave.
The requiem has been sung a patriots song.

A Promise to prosper a vison of peace.
Burnt never broken it will never cease.
Blead for the glory and you find only shame.
Remeber the cause that we all once lost.
Track Name: Saints
The song "Saints" from out "Let the freakshow begin" EP

Lyrics:
We kiss our saviors feet, in the morning dew.
We clean the barrel of our guns in the afternoon.
Two shots of salvation to cleanse evil souls.
We are the saint of the back alley`s without remorse.

The angelic choir sings about the word of our lord.
"Rid this world of evil in thy name of our father`s court".
Our deeds are spoken thrue the bullet and the haze.
Cross the line and you`ll s the end of your days.

We are the sheapards and our flock we`ll Protect.
From wolfs and their ill intent we speak the last lament.
We are the saints
Saints, saints, saints
Saints, saints, saints

No matter what a sinners heart is always afraid.
His life is his crime and also his dept to pay.
Placed deep in a sinners heart our sentence way
Holy be thy name we send them to your pealy gates.

We are the sheapards and our flock we`ll Protect.
From wolfs and their ill intent we speak the last lament.
We are the saints
Saints, saints, saints
Saints, saints, saints

Sheapards we shall be for thy my lord for thy
Power has decended fort for thy hand
An our feet quickley carry out thy command.
and we shall flow a river fort to thy
teeming souls shall it ever be.

We are the sheapards and our flock we`ll Protect.
From wolfs and their ill intent we speak the last lament.
We are the saints
Saints, saints, saints
Saints, saints, saints
Saints, saints, saints
Saints, saints, saints
Track Name: The devil's merry go round
The circus is in town and all hell is going down.
So i sell my soul for another go at the devils show.
The fire has been flowing i dont know were im going.
Pay a prize for this ride then we are ll of to die

Take a ride on the devils merry go around.
My head still spinning and my sences cant be found.
Drinks has been flowing and my sadness slowley going to drown
As i ride on the merry go around.

This ride is spinning, it`s spinning, it`s running out of control
Pour it down your soul taste the limit to your soul.
We are damned to hell hear that deep voiced bell.
We toast with our blood in this twisted show.

Take a ride on the devils merry go around.
My head still spinning and my sences cant be found.
Drinks has been flowing and my sadness slowley going to drown
As i ride on the merry go around.

Take a ride on the devils merry go around.
My head still spinning and my sences cant be found.
Drinks has been flowing and my sadness slowley going to drown
As i ride on the merry go around.
Track Name: Why i am this kind of man
Song from our "Let the freakshow begin" EP
Lyrics:
Have you ever felt like the sands of time running thrue your hands.
And their is no time to spare
Cause i know everything their is to know and anticapate
This ship is sinking fast.
But i`ll never understand why i am
Grasping for straws for my undying heart
Belive in it swallow it all see me fall.

First i was born then i was formed brougth up by the ideals of law.
A selfish mans act my blood is a pact figthing the sins that i have.

But their is something that i never understand the existence of every kind of man.
What forms me to become who i am that is something i never understand,
Why i am this kind of man.

The storys untold left me scared to the bone at least everybody got some.
They wont heal with time but at least they are mine i follow the trail back home.

But their is something that i never understand the existence of every kind of man.
What forms me to become who i am that is something i never understand,
Why i am this kind of man

A fanatic with a cause the devil that is lost this is the man i am.

But their is something that i never understand the existence of every kind of man.
What forms me to become who i am that is something i never understand,
Well their is something that i never understand the existence of every kind of man.
What forms me to become who i am that is something i never understand,
Why i am this kind of man

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