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Flames (Interpolation)
01:33
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2. |
A Path To Fire
06:15
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A child of Seville,
Born into a house of piety
A priest and a nun
They walked the path before
But she was unlike them
Though she’ll tread a parallel road
Unorthodox and wild
She’ll walk a path to fire
She will not be tamed
Though many will attempt to
Hypocrisy reigns
This world cannot hold her
Maria!!!!
You were meant for greatness!
Your strength and resolve
Will not be forgotten!
No, she’s not like them
Though she’ll tread a parallel road
Unorthodox and wild
She’ll walk a path to fire
A path to fire!
They will know your name!
You suffered for so long
Your chronicle buried
But now, the world shall hear!!
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3. |
Take The Cold
06:07
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A childhood cut short
By the loss of parents
In care of her siblings
Nothing will come easy
A formidable challenge
Still waits around the bend
Adding insult to injury
The child made blind
She remained undeterred
Becoming literate
Trying to forge a path
Left the home of her father
At just the age of twelve
She finds herself
In the bed of her confessor
A man of the cloth, abusing his power
Relegated to a concubine
By a fucking monster
Wielding his “holy” power
Over a girl alone in the world
It is said
She’d bed the priest
“To take the cold out of her”
To feel so alone
To have no real choice
Preyed upon to fill that void
A man of power
Seemingly pious
Chose to be a desecrator
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4. |
The Calling
04:50
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And after the death of
Her rapist confessor
She entered into a convent
And taking on a habit
Attempted to join them
But that was not to be
Maria spoke of visions
They could not comprehend
She claimed to talk to angels
And even to their messiah
The sisters were appalled
For her, they held no quarter
They would not entertain
Her calling tossed aside
Rejected from the cloth
And all she’d ever known
Stuck somewhere in between
The expected and the unknown
The road that lies ahead
Is full of twists and turns
But she will find her way
And will not be deterred
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5. |
Passion Made A Weapon
04:31
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Arriving in Lucena
She falls in with another confessor
She takes to his bed
In religious ecstasy
Manipulated yet again
Her passion weaponized
But this is short lived
For she’ll be alone again
Alone Again
Alone Again!!!
Her confessor imprisoned
In a far off monastery
She does what she can
To make ends meet
Because she is fearless
And sees god in unorthodox ways
They continue to abuse her
But she’s convinced it’s penance
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6. |
Twelve Long Years
06:11
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Now back in Seville
Taken in by another confessor
The most sinister of all
He would be her complete undoing
“Blessed Dolores” they called her
Her visions and “powers” made known
Shown off like some trophy
Her passion exploited
He frequently beat her
Excusing it as penance
For twelve long years
She’s bound to this man
The pain she endures
She’s convinced she deserves
Bruised and continually broken
A victim of her station
How did we award
Such overwhelming power
To one gender over another
Based on stories and lies
The untold abuses
The shame of it all
The protection awarded
To the most depraved among us
The priest denounces her
Claims she’s in league with the devil
arrested for heresy
An innocent woman scorned
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7. |
One Soul, One Life
06:33
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Interrogated and imprisoned
For two years time
To coerce a confession
And to assess her crimes
Maria unwavering
Her beliefs tightly held
Her strength never faltered
Only giving of herself
She claimed to work with Mary
Purging souls from purgatory
And married to Jesus
An extreme blasphemy
They would not convince her
So they put her on trial
A victim of her abusers
Now saving their own hides
Whatever they accused
She’d reply, “It is true”
But never acknowledged
Her guilt in anything
“Though you will burn me alive
I will not deny my testimony
Do whatever you deem best
For I have one soul, one life!”
The court found her guilty
Convicted her of heresy
They gave her two days
To repent for a lesser sentence
Locked in a cell
She would not allow
A confessor to visit
And she repented nothing!
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8. |
Flames Filled The Sky
06:22
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At 8 in the morning
they opened her cell
Thousands had come
To see her put to death
They dragged her out
Dressed her in white clothes
A hat adorned with flames
A black cross preceded her
The Court of the Inquisition
Were waiting in a convent
Placed on display before the crowd
They forced her into a cage
From morning to afternoon
They read all her “crimes”
Rebellious to the end
She hurled insults and “blasphemies”
The inevitable sentence
Was finally passed down
Maria would be burned alive
In front of the whole town
In her final moments
Maria broke down
She asked for a confessor
To repent of her sins
So on a street corner
For three hours time
She told them what they needed
To keep from burning her alive
They strangled her to death
To save her the pain of fire
Then hung her on a stake
The flames filled the sky
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Mortal Thrall are a baroque influenced Post black metal group created by multi-instrumentalist/vocalist Todd Harris (ex- Oubliette/Battle Path). Joined by keyboardist/synth player Christopher Davis (Clawing/Illegalizer/ex-Battle Path), the pair sought to tell a story of a brave/strong figure buried and forgotten by time, the shame of the incident hidden from the public eye. ... more
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