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MTV2 Headbangers Ball, Volume 2
Disc 1
01. Duality
02. Right Now
03. Rose of Sharyn
04. Kick the Chair
05. Right Side of the Bed
06. Step Up (radio edit)
07. Weak and Powerless
08. What Drives the Weak
09. Imperium
10. Waiting for the Turning Point
11. Into the Darkness
12. Your Sweet Six Six Six
13. Unholy Confessions
14. Laid to Rest
15. Prophecy
16. House of Doom
17. Nothing’s Wrong?
18. The Quiet Place
19. Archetype
20. My Tortured Soul (live)
Disc 2
01. Medusa and Hemlock
02. The Great Dividers
03. Antihero
04. We Bury Our Dead at Dawn
05. Needled 24/7
06. Love Lost in a Hale of Gun Fire
07. Like Light to the Flies
08. Fuel for Hatred
09. Rain to the Sound of Panic
10. Deadly Sinners
11. Contagion
12. I Been Gone a Long Time
13. She Speaks to Me
14. Waiting for the Heavens
15. Scars of the Crucifix
16. The Deepest Gray
17. Venus Complex
18. Panasonic Youth
19. American Hollow
20. Progenies of the Great Apocalypse
Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the puerile cross away
We are gashing from a venomous womb
Burning bright, dead of night
Pyres stain a milky way
Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wicker man burning
The wind, she whispers
Through the graveyards of our hearts
Wreathed in dreams
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark

Medusa and Hemlock

Harvest past, fires cast
Ashen shades this Halloween
We are set now to Beherit the earth
Widdershins, death begins
To fashion fete to gallow scenes
Sprits rising to discredit rebirth
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature's travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wicker man burning

The wind, she flitters
Through the forest of our hearts
Wreathed in leaves
As she weaves her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
Plot your face, then ascending marble stares
You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
Tasting my blood
That runs from worming tongue like prayer

Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
That makes the stars
Grieve, just to be
Uncharted on this eve
When part of me chars a path
Through your heavenly constellations

Medusa and Hemlock
Back to black, hinges crack
Rituals call obscenities
Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
Tread the salt; the dead exult
Preachers beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes
We who kept the candle by the vault
We who kept the candle on the cult