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Wings of the Joyful

by Gaylord

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Brandon Harkey
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Brandon Harkey As an avid listener of black metal and hater of nazi ideology I find myself a big fan of Gaylord. "Wings of the Joyful" is a huge step up in production and composition from his already solid previous releases. A great black metal album that puts NSBM losers in their place. Favorite track: Circle of Spears.
Really Poor Dude
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Really Poor Dude Atypical black metal, of the utmost creative ingenuity.
Blast this one full volume and appreciate the breadth of talent Weeks possesses Favorite track: Hunger.
Carlos Parlos (cp49)
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Carlos Parlos (cp49) I dug the first Gaylord full-length and found the last EP okay but I think this is easily his best work so far. Song structure and hooks abound and again, while the important message and different perspective for the genre are welcome they don't overtake the music itself as some have suggested. These songs stand up on their own and the production is solid. I'll be spinning this one for awhile. Favorite track: Wings of the Joyful.
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1.
(Instrumental)
2.
Die Sorcerers of blackened obsolescence Horrid mind, a labyrinth for worms Putrefying words spewed down into their hands And thrown upon a canvas of repugnance Screaming Seeking Dreaming Believing THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE NO ODIN UP IN THEIR EMPTY SKY THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE The loudest and the ugliest voices crash down A crescendo of ego stroked vomit Masters of nothing save their own hyperbole "Wolves" that are all bark and no bite Screaming Seeking Dreaming Believing THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE NO ODIN UP IN THEIR EMPTY SKY THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE Self-proclaimed masters Abominations in the eyes Those whom they are pledged to Their dead kings scoff from the grave Lunatics of a dirty breed Designing their kingdom from scraps And those dead kings sigh "You would have been the first to die" The first in line THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE NO ODIN UP IN THEIR EMPTY SKY THEY ARE THE FIRST TO DIE
3.
Ghosts reflect in glass and fog Raindrops a million reminders A horde swarming on the edge Breath and words now obscurring And this army infiltrates Louder than the fall of mountains Eyes boiling with hate and malice While chewing lies between their teeth These devils come from the black One skeletal wing upon the back Everything crumbles in their wake The weak are theirs to take Devils from the black Devils from the black Spitting lies on the ground before us Single words like the howls of dogs This legion walks in the light And those amongst us welcome them - why? To sit at the centre of all of this Hand on heart and hand on cock A devil army growing before our eyes Heaven help us These devils come from the black One skeletal wing upon the back Everything crumbles in their wake The weak are theirs to take Devils from the black Devils from the black
4.
Hunger 04:37
And it eats them alive The barely living die Forever damned to hell A ghastly human shell Roiling sea of sand Crashes bones upon the land Skeletons crumble away No man or god will save And the love dies As starvation thrives Ivory towers scraping heaven Only the rich will get in Hunger And the city drones on Rain comes with the grey dawn Busy lives pace down the streets Signs flicker and hinges creak From beneath an awning's shade Water's soaked the rest he's made Wrapped in newspapers his bed Another hungry man is now dead And the love dies As starvation thrives Ivory towers scraping heaven Only the rich will get in Hunger
5.
White knuckle revenge Hear them deny the great inferno Words decry the loss of millions Worms burrow through rotting tongues They twist their own minds to believe And some would emerge from the fire Alive and focused on the lost Family and friends nothing but ash So they end the lies with the murderer's blood A fire like nothing ever seen Murder unlike what has ever been And blades emerge from flames of hell Revenge sworn till every killer's felled Assassins of ash Oh you so weak and so miserable Ascribing the shifted tune Anything to please your insidious rulers Weaklings sucking the cocks of liars Split their tongue Straight down the centre Shatter every tooth Pour fire down the throat A fire like nothing ever seen Murder unlike what has ever been And blades emerge from flames of hell Revenge sworn till every killer's felled Assassins Flames and steel Black and red The dead remembered Revenge Children of tear soaked ash Spectres of absent grave stones Ground to dust The extremity of human sorrow Families murdered Reduced to nameless embers Suffocation, incineration Revenge shall be wrought A fire like nothing ever seen Murder unlike what has ever been And blades emerge from flames of hell Revenge sworn till every killer's felled Assassins borne from inferno winds
6.
(Instrumental)
7.
Unfettered my bouquette Black roses sweet and gay Beneath the beauty Unparalelled brutality A scent of joy On winds of rage These bastards die By blackened blade Ah yes! Beauty in their deaths Nothing so blessed Bleeding from their chests Ah yes! Joy found in death I smile wide While these demons die THORNS FROM BELOW KILL FAST AND SLOW VENGEANCE IS MINE SO COLD LIKE WINE A ROSE IN BLOOM BRINGING BEAUTIFUL DOOM SO BLOOD FLOWS BY THORNS FROM BELOW Unfastened my blade As it stabs and stabs again Blood soaks my grasping hands And falls on the hungry land He cries and he pleads A craven fucking breed His lips turn ugly blue I take your soul from you Ah yes! Beauty in their deaths Nothing so blessed Bleeding from their chests Ah yes! Joy found in death I smile wide While these demons die THORNS FROM BELOW KILL FAST AND SLOW VENGEANCE IS MINE SO COLD LIKE WINE A ROSE IN BLOOM BRINGING BEAUTIFUL DOOM SO BLOOD FLOWS BY THORNS FROM BELOW
8.
Odd 04:01
Never realized I would live my life like this More than three decades now trapped in the abyss Monochromatic voids of screaming rain All of Hell shaking at my accepted pain And seven owls guided my path At my left hand black dogs and wrath My right hand plunged deep in my mind Pulling out truths I never thought I'd find Odd Never did I understand I could live like this Even though the rain falls just like boiling piss Honesty brings the vultures down to feast on me Waiting to drink all of the sweet blood I'd bleed And seven swords surrounded me As the meagre mongrels all fled to sea Watch them drown under waves of truth Their ugly black waters soon turned to blue Odd Honesty Found in me Guilty cry Leaders die Hypocrisy Found in you Devils bled Their lies have been said Odd
9.
Metatron! Oh ye wretched hellspawn cursed Claiming to speak for Tetragrammaton Lies! A voice of swarming flies bellowed from sewerage The voice speaks 1000 names Every utterance is marred by the squeal of pigs I hear the Gaderene inside your mouth You will speak no more Meadows burn As the skies roil and churn The meads lie spurned Asphodel wither and burn Silencing the voice of god Silencing the so called voice of god Splendid! I hear the howl of worms! Deeply rooted within copper coloured earth Phrases swirl, meaning obscured Your tomes discarded... burning! A codex turns to ash - Pages of filth Maggots birthed from the mouth Words fade on the breeze God turns his back on this facade angelic son Meadows burn As the skies roil and churn The meads lie spurned Asphodel wither and burn Silencing the voice of god Silencing the so called voice of god
10.
Never again will we let it happen Even as today's sky blackens Homeless bulldozed into nameless graves Disabled die on a "living" wage Honest people die before their pension Somehow this is not contentious Rats fucking pigs behind ivory gates Making love to swans and birthing hate New wave New wave New wave of antifascist metal New wave CIRCLE OF SPEARS LET US BE CLEAR NAZIS GET THE WALL NO REMORSE AT ALL CIRCLE OF SPEARS LET THEM ALL HEAR FASCISTS WILL ALL FALL NO PITY AT ALL This is a total reckoning Absolute aural annihilation A wave of rage levelling nazi lies Houses of cards fall before their eyes A circle of iron containing three spears The image of revenge we've held for years And regardless of how black the sky becomes We hold this sigil until we've won New wave New wave New wave of antifascist metal New wave CIRCLE OF SPEARS LET US BE CLEAR NAZIS GET THE WALL NO REMORSE AT ALL CIRCLE OF SPEARS LET THEM ALL HEAR FASCISTS WILL ALL FALL NO PITY AT ALL CIRCLE OF SPEARS
11.
Surrounded by absolute despair Hatred blackens water and air Land and flame both turning black Devils always on my back But I hold on Day, dusk, and dawn One day I'll be gone But for now I fight on I fly on wings of the joyful I fly on wings of the joyful Fly high on wings of the joyful I fly on wings of the joyful Days are black and nights are cold While our lives are bought and sold Demons trying to pull our strings To kick us down and sever our wings But I hold on Day, dusk, and dawn One day I'll be gone But for now I fight on Wings of the joyful And I spread my wings Over horrible things As I see this planet die At least I can say "I tried" I fly on wings of the joyful I fly on wings of the joyful Fly high on wings of the joyful I fly on wings of the joyful Wings of the joyful

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Underground black metal act Gaylord returns with their brand new album - "Wings of the Joyful." The album is the follow up to 2018's "The Black Metal Scene Needs to Be Destroyed" and sees the band's instrumentation and attitude evolve. Wings of the Joyful is 11 tracks clocking in at 42 minutes. Expanding on the raw "old school" sound of the first album, Wings of the Joyful sees expanded influence from death metal, grindcore, and viking metal.

What does not change is Gaylord's unadulterated hatred for nazism, fascism, racism, and gender inequality. We all deserve to live in a world free of hatred. Free of political hate, religious hate, gender hate. Take your basement aryan mouth breathing sister fucking gormless faces and get out of this scene. Heavy metal is not for you.

We fly on the wings of the joyful.

credits

released March 20, 2020

Richard "Lord Gaylord" Weeks - All vocals, guitars, bass, programming, etc

Album art: Degeha
Logo: Sean Wárs

BDR 0170

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