Era of the Feral

by Visc.

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released November 11, 2014

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Visc sounds like heavy clouds, eager to unleash hell on an innocent field of beautiful flowers. It fondles your heart and soul with the utmost delicacy, while destruction waits patiently for its moment to strike.

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Track Name: Era of the Feral
I dream of the wild west of old
the era of the feral and unknown
the stories that I've heard and those untold

the calling of a land that has a soul
the battles and the plays for full control
the legends that unfold and always grow

I dream of the age of renegades
the killers and the cold degenerates
the sinners
blinded by their inner
search for anything gold

I long for a tougher time
where feeling doesn't pay
and men don't whine

I long for a rougher time
where loving goes away
and is left far behind

let me take you back
to the days of old
where the stories and the tales
ignite
calamity unfolds

follow me
I'll tell you a tale of astonishing scale
follow me
to the desert we go
where the trees do not grow
follow me
to the depths of despair in the cold winters air
follow me
to the town of the tale
the town of maldito
Track Name: Wild
at dawn it rained
at night the wind did blow
to turn our sorrow to shame
our life he drained
and cast us into woe
and held our hopes to the flame

but I see
hills of clovers
storms that pass
a man will ride in at dawn
I see
a stoic soldier
in his face
he has protagonist marks

wild crimes
have marked this stranger
and wild times have claimed his soul
wild times
and constant danger
what he walked into
this man does not know



at dawn he rode
into our makeshift town
just what he knew was unknown
his eyes too dark
his clothes so faded brown
and on his face was the mark

I see
it blowing over
storms will pass
where he goes is unharmed
I see
a solemn soldier
in his face
there is no need for alarm

Maybe he'll save us all

wild crimes
have marked this stranger
and wild times have claimed his soul
wild times
and constant danger
what he walked into
this man does not know