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Fishing For An Apparition

by Iomair

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Arrogant Bastard
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Arrogant Bastard An eclectic and thoroughly intriguing experience from start till its close, Iomair have certainly captured my interest.
Parallels between Willderun and Lör can surely be drawn (this has been done so by others, if perhaps a bit sensationalist) and is worthy of your time if said namedrops perk your ears. Favorite track: Last Buccaneers Of The Scarborough Inn.
HALP
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HALP This release took me for a ride. Never wouldve guessed that these elements would go so well together and most importantly would be so much fun. I cant stop puttig the whole thing on repeat Favorite track: Homeward Bound.
G.R.S. Jackson (TheBaronInBlack)
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G.R.S. Jackson (TheBaronInBlack) I came across this band looking for new melodic death metal, and Iomair has traces of it amongst many other surprising influences in their sound. On top of melodeath, I hear traces of progressive death metal, prog rock and prog metal, traces of pirate metal, folk metal, jazz, electronica, and even bluegrass on a couple of tracks weirdly enough. The fact that this band also nails all those elements as well on 36 minute album is just astounding. Definitely my album of the year for me personally.
PKMetal
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PKMetal I've been listening to folk metal pretty much since it was invented 30 years or so ago. Not since the last few Skyclad albums with Martin Walkyier have I heard folk metal sound this fresh and fun yet underpinned by a complexity and intelligence that make it so much more.

Iomair are better than Lor. Better than Wilderun. Check this out now.
Andy J
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Andy J This album took a little to hook me but now I can't put it down. The creative decision to use American style Folk instead of European style sets this album apart from the vast majority of Folk Metal while effortlessly blending many other genres in a way I didn't know I needed till I heard it! Favorite track: Motivation.
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Mistakes were made Truths were bent and broken Words best left unspoken Shouted, echo endlessly Memories repressed Lives lived on with blinded eyes Gospels written of our lies. Marching on unceasingly Sinking Into Legend, Fallacy Where will you go Will you find a place to call home Will you find the happiness that you’ve been searching for Will you live a life so noble Or will your morals start to crumble down Are you able to see the end of a cathartic fable No weight to lies carved deep into stone The form lies waiting here cold and alone We lack the words to set it free None knowing whom we can believe You could find your way from here, But would you even try? Would you even, would you even try? Where will you go Will you find a place to call home Will you find the happiness that you’ve been searching for Will you live a life so noble Or will your morals start to crumble down Are you able to see the end of a cathartic fable Would you even try? HAY Where will you go Will you find a place to call your home Will you find the happiness that you’ve been searching for Will you live a life so noble Or your morals start to crumble down Will you ever see the end? Where will you go Will you find a place to call home Will you find the happiness that you’ve been searching for Will you live a life so noble Or will your morals start to crumble down Will you ever see the end of a cathartic fable? If you could write an escape plan Would you even try?
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Longing for moments, where you were at your best between all the failures and errors, the weight grows on your chest you want to escape but you cannot run the trials you lost have left you undone Adrift on an endless sea of featureless uncertainty Stop fighting, all of the bleeding the hurt that hurls the hatred that's seething deep within the void of un-healing floating on till the end of time begin, light the path to your glory the flames rekindle, long lost the story ignite the passion, the forlorn quarry burns the world of your old design The blazing inferno that surrounds your mind Burns through your eyes as the ground you ignite Breaking the barriers, warrior!! These walls obsidian | shatter to oblivion Time to start over again a new chapter begins to reveal all the new and improved leaving all the pain behind light fire from the ember inside THE PHOENIX RISING every scar carves a new feather new blood to shed, past chains to sever suffered so much defeat but i will never retreat for i am THE PHOENIX RISING It's just a matter of time just a matter of time There's no time to rest, you aren't finished yet You've lived life so far without one safe bet Surviving an endless sea of featureless uncertainty Emerge from the pyre, avenge dead desire To strip all the rights from the wrongs Each ember a reminder of the past you sow Await the killing blow The future burns brighter than the sun Time to start over again a new chapter begins to reveal all the new and improved leaving all the pain behind light fire from the ember inside THE PHOENIX RISING every scar carves a new feather new blood to shed, past chains to sever suffered so much defeat but i will never retreat for i am THE PHOENIX RISING It's just a matter of time Time to start over again a new chapter begins to reveal all the new and improved leaving all the pain behind light fire from the ember inside THE PHOENIX RISING every scar carves a new feather new blood to shed, past chains to sever suffered so much defeat but i will never retreat for i am the phoenix rising It's just a matter of time It's just a matter of time the phoenix rising
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Gallows 04:25
Weary traveler you lost your way Hunting for shelter from another day To hide what what your worth Bereaved since before your birth OHH Yeah Misfits and drop-outs and back stabbing fools Let you bleed red down from your back Traverse through badlands and conquer the gallows Leaving you hollow, yearning for tomorrow I am gonna run run run to the setting sun I am gonna run run run to the setting sun Well, Whatcha gonna do when the hellhounds on your trail are coming after you Will you sit and pine, will you fall in line Or will you fight another day! Hey!! The bell tolls for thee, the hangman calls your name As you are marked for no return and your soul is death's to claim Just gotta ride into the setting sun Run, run, run towards the setting sun All my ambitions turn to ash in my hands The powderkeg's fuse clipped as short as I can Bridges and villages burned to the ground Using my brothers' backs to hold all my knives Promises broken but the hangman's rope holds More weight than all of my silver and gold A king's ransom: the price on my head And no man would dare try to take me alive A pyre built for the ones I loved Long since burned down to the coals Left with no emotions, no desires and no compassion Well, Whatcha gonna do when the hellhounds on your trail are coming after you Will you sit and pine, will you fall in line Or will you fight another day! Hey!! The bell tolls for thee, the hangman calls your name As you are marked for no return, and your soul is death's to claim Just gotta ride into the setting sun Run, run, run towards the setting sun run to the setting sun run run run to the setting sun Just run towards the setting sun I am gonna run run run to the setting sun Well, Whatcha gonna do when the hellhounds on your trail are coming after you Will you sit and pine, will you fall in line Or will you fight another day! Hey!! The bell tolls for thee, the hangman calls your name As you are marked for no return, and your soul is death's to claim Just gotta ride into the setting sun Run, run, run towards the setting sun
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Find myself in unfamiliar surroundings Find relief in disconnection It’s been far too long since these tired eyes have seen Anything worth seeing, anything worth remembering Lose myself - down the rabbit hole I go Losing recollection of the things I claimed to know Disassociating, my life playing on a screen Behind these eyes I watch it happen, no-one hears my screams When you see the world without your own eyes Re take control Retake control When the chips are down and you have to find a way out Retake control I Retake control Time to go on the attack There is no going back No more crying no more tears Time to let go of our fears The ceaseless march of time Drags me lifelessly behind Pointless inundation Pouring poison in my mind Every second, every moment lethargically crawls And I’m losing hours and days and weeks to the boredom of it all Everything I could have sown, what could be evergreen Fades to copper lifelessness, my thoughts captured in a scene Every fearful breath just brings me closer to the last Behind these eyes, I watch the static… The still life optic, retinal burn in my sight Sensory override, circuitry virucide Feeling the pressure, With no direction, I must Flee from this labyrinth, crowded necropolis When you see the world without your own eyes Re take control Retake control When the chips are down and you're trying to find a way out Retake control, I Retake control Time to go on the attack There is no going back No more crying no more tears Time to let go of your fears This power that’s surging, shifting new winds through the corridors of my mind!!! SAX SOLO!! When i see the world without my own eyes Retake control, Retake control When the chips are down,I have to find a way out Retake control, i Retake control Every path will lead me to a new beginning That will free me of the constraints I had before Revealing a sight that leads me to the truth It will never be lost again Time to go on the attack There is no going back No more crying no more tears Time to let go of these fears
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Motivation 03:56
One tweet for the money and two for the show toss me a dollar for the rights to my soul grant me denarii I need a new roll and a gun and a bullet like my head needs a hole three, four and count out never made it to ten 30 pieces of silver, too rich for most men gamble on my life, playing russian roulette load up the chamber and do it again desensitized, anesthetized the violence won't be compromised a revolution televised but the atrocity, we'll do it live if it bleeds it leads to children shot, homicide, and images of despair please like and share, and don't forget to send us all your thoughts and prayers you want a cut of the primetime revelation Motivation the ends always justify the means Motivation squeaky wheel is the one that gets the grease the dead mouse is the one that get the cheese we all do it for the money, honey Lust or disgust, it's just motivation blood diamonds for sport and you are caught in the game televangelist embezzles profit off the pain they wanna keep it alive the cycle of hate living pay to play, never rehabilitate catatonic eyes sardonic smile peel the moss away from my skin in style makes me wanna put a gun to my head and see how many likes my splattered brain could get my memory is stained please don't mind the mess my thoughts are not contained please know i tried my best where there is tragedy, there is comedy, battered and bruised, censored and removed please like and share, and don't forget to send us all your... Thoughts and Prayers? you want a cut of the primetime revelation motivation the ends always justify the means motivation squeaky wheel is the one that gets the grease the dead mouse is the one that gets the cheese we all do it for the money, honey Lust for disgust, it's just motivation you want a cut of the primetime revelation Motivation the ends always justify the means Motivation squeaky wheel is the one that gets the grease the dead mouse is the one that gets the cheese we all do it for the money, honey Lust or disgust, it's just motivation
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The doors fire open and raiders roll in One to each stool at the bar The ale starts to pour as the bilge starts to flow Debauched tales of journeys afar Woe cast upon all the dwellers of land No quarter given to anyone here The boisterous clamor like cannons’ report While townsfolk chase shots with their tears And what I saw that night will forever play out in my mind With roguish bravado, the fools literally drank themselves blind Shine up your patches and lower the sails We make way when one of us walks a straight line Until then the volume will rise like the tide And down will go gallons of beer, mead and wine No bias cut in the line to enlist So raise up a tankard and join in the din All’s fair in lust, spirits, mock’ry and war At least to the last buccaneers… at the Scarborough Inn Spirits collide with illogical boasts in a heady maelstrom of aqua vitae Mute apparitions on god-given missions to pry joyous tears from every ruddy eye The tall tales told in the words of dead men fall garbled from mouths of mangled corsairs “Ralph?” turns to “Roger!”, a retching marauder is dragged out to take in some much needed air Some emerald green is slipped to the barmaid to turn a blind eye to the drunken buffoon The villains all mimic, and so soon the cynical server’s the wealthiest wench in the room Shine up your patches and lower the sails We make way when one of us walks a straight line Until then the volume will rise like the tide And down will go gallons of beer, mead and wine The wimps and the posers can show themselves out It’s no aggravation to cut yourself in Drink hearty me hearties and drop your last buck Getting trashed with the last buccaneers… at the Scarborough Inn In vino veritas In cervesio felicitas In aqua bacteria In vino veritas In vita dolor In aqua mors In wine there is truth In life there is pain In water there are only ships and the dead Inside this tavern rest souls of the damned Inhabiting bodies who frequent the head Those left behind in their watery graves Still moan in their soggy sepulchers Their groans shall be echoed come rise of the sun By every last over-served punter Shine up your patches and lower the sails We make way when one of us walks a straight line Till then the volume will rise like the tide And down will go gallons of beer, mead and wine No end in sight to the flow of the rum No droplets spilled - in this church it’s a sin Raise up your horns and your tankards and cans As the last buccaneers standing here… at the Scarborough Inn
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Now the smoke has cleared Myriad voices quiet Stillness, eerie silence Won’t you tell me what happens... Now? How do I navigate the rubble of my yesterdays Sweep the minefield of my mind and pray there’s a way to Clear skies, calm winds Warm sun on fertile land Cool, clear flowing rivers To wash the blood from my hands When you feel you just can’t carry on Keep fighting for victory is at hand You are the one To lead the charge into the night You are the one The battle is done! I’m homeward bound From these repressed memories Head held high, I walk away And drag behind me all my guilt, the stone tied to my waist Grind it away roaming the barren waste Shed blistered skin as regret sheds its weight Forge my way onward, forget yesterday And drag behind me all my guilt The boulder I’ve tied to my waist … Forge my way ahead today Forgive myself for yesterday The way home Lies ahead What’s past is Long dead When you feel you just can’t carry on Keep fighting for victory is at hand You are the one To lead the charge into the night You are the one The battle is done! I’m homeward bound When you feel you just can’t carry on Keep fighting for victory is at hand You are the one To lead the charge into the night You are the one The battle is done! I’m homeward bound

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released March 18, 2022

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