The Stillborn King - Odyssey (With Lyrics)

Track 3 and final of 3 songs released as a b side on a new 2024 cassette release of the old 3 track demo from 2013. Mixed by Glen Goss. Mastered by Jason Jones at Art City Sound.
THE STILLBORN KING is a North American all acoustic black metal band out of Orem UT, first created in 2009 under the line up Judas (Glen Goss)-Banjo/Vocals, Brad Johnson-Bass, and Colton Steck-guitar/Vocals.
Then since, the project has performed vary selectively under different line ups over the years, sometimes even as Judas performing by himself.
On this track The Stillborn King is:
Glen Goss - Banjo, Vox, All Percussion, Hammer Dulcimer.
Lyrics:
THE STILLBORN KING
THE ODYSSEY
In the days of old, promised land had been foretold.
What was prophesied, to some men could be no lie.
Cast that word around, gather others from the town.
All else who’s on board, now’s the time for heading westward.
When’s worse to have timed it? No mind to the climate.
We’ve enough provisions, now’s our fate’s decision.
Today’s the day, we make our way, white wagons, white wagons.
Now embarking, the odyssey, white wagons white wagons.
Back lands, barren lands. Bare feet, wrinkled hands.
Cold lands, frozen lands. Broken backs, broken hands.
In the days of old, promised land had been foretold.
What was prophesied, to some men could be no lie.
Once that word spread round, others gather from the town.
All else who’s on board, now’s the time for heading westward.
Our partie’s now on track. At this point no turning back.
Met with raging storms, try our best to just stay warm.
Blew us way off course, and it cost us one good horse.
One more in the ground, we’ve come too far to turn around.
None’s worse to have timed it? Have to fight the climate.
Have to share provisions, now’s our fate’s decision.
And with dismay, we make our way, white wagons, white wagons.
Now embarking, the odyssey, white wagons white wagons.
Back lands, barren lands, bare feet, wrinkled hands.
Cold lands, frozen lands, broken backs, broken hands.
In the days of old, promised land had been foretold.
What was prophesied, to some men could be no lie.
Once that word spread round, others gather from the town.
All else who’s on board, now’s our time for heading westward.
(BRIDGE)
Sending rescue team, more provisions they shall bring.
Should they make it past, unforgiving dead man’s pass.
And should they be on time, all our lives are on the line.
All those still onboard, now’s no time for heading westward!
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