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Alma Lahar

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Lyrics:
Forces in time
Darkened age
Would have us all die out
Married the lies
Took 'em to bed
Now tear the womb of time asunder
Weathered disguise hints at coming thunder
Buried inside
True Godhead
Impervious diode
Must unify
Or come to face: Annihilation

Promise you our empires rise again
A little more lightning little less sun
When the fight against time nears the end
A little more lightning little less sun

The odyssey of the elements and cosmic-guilded prize belong to you, belong to me
But try to see all the evidence when time controls the earth and sky

Will you decide to join in our final battle now?
Time and Usura, rope 'round their necks
Now kick the chair on out from under

Promise you our empires rise again
A little more lightning little less sun
When the fight against time nears the end
A little more lightning little less sun

All music: Amalec
Lyrics and vocals: Hiraeth and Alma Lahar

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***A song about White well-being (Inspired by Jason Köhne)***
Lyrics:
Paralyze now,
Sordid ghosts all the same
Doesn't matter where you go
'Cause the truth remains
Guard the mind now
So the goal won't turn to sand
Grab the present with a cold and enfeebled hand

Tried all the ways
To force a miracle inside ourselves time and time again
Left out the way to build a better you, a better me
So much more than we used to be
From now on we cannot murder what we need

Hold the line now
We're on an old and hallowed ground
Don't retreat back from the goblins and their horrid sound
Peel your eyes now
We're running forward hand in hand
Through the darkness and the void
Then we'll proudly stand

We now decide
To take the bit back in our teeth and find the miracle again
The women knew, the children too
When men fought back the rapacious few
The vital importance of loving our folk too

Alright, the fields are sown again
Overdue
Right time to codify white light to guide us by
Hold tight, the roads are tolled ahead
Boldly send
Right time to codify white light to guide us by
No fright, tomorrow we'll defend
Woken friend

Lyrics/Vocals: Alma Lahar
Electric Guitar: Alma Lahar
All other instruments: "B"

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My WAC FUN performance hosted by Hiraeth.
The original performance errored out when recording, so this is a remake.

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My cover of Jeff's "Dangdo Derndo".
#WAC
#WACPACK

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***A song about the importance of spitting out the black pill and rising to meet and embrace our trying times as a means of evolving.***
Lyrics:
So, you wanted to roam?
But the anchor held within turned you to stone
It won't go away until you learn to shift the tide
Cold, beleaguered sails
Up the mast you climb to face another gale
Determined to find the courage to fortify
Bend the water's will
Opulence defied and now becoming still
To seek out a higher motive

Welcome the maelstrom!
Blood in the bay
Been a long time, been a long time comin'
Ready to sail?

Scan the edge of the world
Darkened banks from depths of fear, how they snarled
We must navigate with heart and what our fathers taught us
Yet we've run aground
Jagged rocks we cling to parry the sound
Now beckon the higher motive

Welcome the maelstrom!
Blood in the bay
Been a long time, been a long time comin'
Ready to sail?
Banshees, emergencies and roving disdain
Grab an oar now, help me out there, brother
Brave another wave!

Welcome the maelstrom!
Blood in the bay
Been a long time, been a long time comin'
Ready to sail?
Banshees, emergencies and roving disdain
Grab an oar now, help me out there, brother
Brave another wave!

Crawl from rock to shore
Small relief will find you waiting once more
Bury the dead and commence to heal flagging spirits
Warm your heart at the fire
Hurry now, you can't afford to retire
For this is the chance, the moment you've suffered for
In the raft you will go
Greater heights to reach, but first you must row
And harness the higher motive

Row all night
Row until you kiss morning light (might of)
Row all night
Row until you kiss morning light (might of)
Row all night
Row until you kiss morning light (might of)
Row all night
Row until you kiss morning light (might of)
Row all night
Row until you kiss morning light (might of)

Lyrics/Vocals: Alma Lahar
All Instruments: "B"
Art: Jack (www.instagram.com/for_jacks_drawings/?hl=en)

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***A song about racial existentialism***
Lyrics:

Steal all the light from Heaven
Shadows for miles ahead
A serpent's tongue to cull the young
Ransom their hearts again
Still, I don't mind Hex the rest by the by
Declare your affair

Bill me, bat an eye Out-of-pocket notion for the audio to wake the womb
Bill me, bat an eye Out-of-pocket notion for the audio to wake the womb

Still, I don't mind It's the perfect design
No end, no repair
Feed on the hearts of man, gone
Feed on the minds of man

Bill me, bat an eye Out-of-pocket notion for the audio to wake the womb
Bill me, bat an eye Out-of-pocket notion for the audio to wake the womb

Who we are... who we are won't be defined by words from the mimeo
Stow the fool, cheat the merchant, stamp the Imam and the ciscisbeo
What we have... existential loss-prevention flooding the paseo

Deny M.O. then
Create a God for them
Behold the wondrous stare
"Holy" luminaire
Bevel more the law
To earn the right to gnaw
Let acid taint the stream
Vivisect me clean
Behold the modern man

Who we are... who we are won't be defined by words from the mimeo
Stow the fool, cheat the merchant, stamp the Imam and the ciscisbeo
What we have... existential loss-prevention flooding the paseo

Vocals/Lyrics: Alma Lahar
Guitar: Alma Lahar
Bass: "B" and Alma Lahar
Drums: "B"

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***A song concerning homelessness and drug addiction***
Lyrics:
Welcome to the Mud World
Ain't this the life?
We only ask for all you hold dear

Get 'em all boy, get 'em while they hot
Hit 'em up in a parking lot
Get stoned have fun buy a ball, go heavy tonight
Feelin' low, don't trip, there's a fall
Dosin' up in a bathroom stall
The only thing he wants to behold: Damndest delight

He gonna get him some
Out of the alley way
He's gonna step down to the level of degenerate mud people

Down at the river trail in his spot
In a tent it's his Camelot
The gangrenous throne rules over all, heaping with blight
A wailing husk that begs for relief
On his knees, he's the muddy prodigy
The transformation soon to complete, can he deny?

He gonna get him some
Out of the alley way
He's gonna step down to the level of degenerate mud people

I'll walk away while the others stay a while, I'll be the one
Anesthetize the light inside their minds and then, I'm often left to wonder
That same old rime not worthy of time because I felt the roaring thunder
Tear through the sky of thoughts and dreams of mine
I know I'll be the one

Author's note: In my town when the homeless crisis really hit hard several years back, most of the vagrants lived down at the river that flows through town. We started calling them "River People," but found that term was too endearing. We renamed them "Mud People." This song is basically about a lad being summoned to the Mud World with the enticing glow of drugs and substance indulgence. As the song progresses he finds himself from good, to shit show. Finally ending up in a tent on the river. The song drastically changes at the end, and our subject finds himself getting out and getting his shit together before he makes his "full transformation" to a Mud Man. So there is a theme of redemption, which in reality is powerful rare concerning this theme.

Vocals/Lyrics: Alma Lahar
All instruments: "B"
Art: Jack (www.instagram.com/for_jacks_drawings/?hl=en)

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***A song detailing the struggles of self-improvement***
Lyrics:
I'd forgotten your name
Bound and gagged by servitude to thoughts of shame
I'd forgotten your name
Bring me back

You are not afraid
Open wounds, live to join the paragon parade in true
Deem comfort as a dubious luxury
Only then you'll truly understand the fire

Years erased by my greed
Enter sloth, insanity and envy the same
I've been scraped from the souls of the stars
But choose the life of a beast

You are not afraid
Open wounds, live to join the paragon parade in true
Deem comfort as a dubious luxury
Only then you'll truly understand the fire

You there!
Cross and crooked in your rotting lethargy
Well haven't you tired?
You wanna go higher?
Oh, that's swell
Hope you find the will to pierce you like a silent arrow, and rise

Vocals/Lyrics: Alma Lahar
Guitar: Alma Lahar
Bass: "B" and Alma Lahar
Keys: "B"
Drums: "B"

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***A song illustrating the difficulties of being red-pilled in a blue-pilled world***
Lyrics:
I own the higher road, where the water rose.
Behind the sanctum, I dine on my dose of fear.
I only laughed and prayed, now there's Hell to pay.
I dine on my own, a passion I once held dear.

Lost again.
'Round here boy.
Beggin' like a dog in heat.
Longin' that tomorrow dies.

Hold the widow.
Care for the old.
And you'll find a way to transcend the fall.

Gone the day.
Gone the age.
Born today.
Shining ray on high.

Who called this?
Who wrought this violence?
Great speaker.
Nasturtium blooming, guard with your aegis of old.
Truth-conscious through sundered ambience.
Not granted, but earned by blood and work of the land that would goad.
Refurbish with all benevolence.
Conditions make perfect for the storm in our hearts that we hold.

Who never bore? Who never wore the weight?
Starving for growth, consumption defines our fate.
Where are we now? Losing our tongue to vice.
Squelched by the claws, to babble below the ice.
Some came before, broke free of this parasite.
Trudging the mud, revealing the path of light.
Honor the work. How could we replicate?
Who never bore? Who never wore the weight?

Vocals/Lyrics: Alma Lahar
Keys: "B"

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