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Christening
01:08
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Fuzzsage
07:24
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From the highest tower
I see the sands of time they rise
In the eyes of the beggar
I stand alone on a mountain of pride
Let me reside to my quarters
A haze of smoke fills the place I hide
I call the sage to bring music
Channel riffs from the other side
Lost in a haze
Only riffs can save
Lost in a haze
My life wasted away
Thorn covered crown
Blood diamond rings and gowns
Alone I lay
Old sage please take me away
Senses striped away
My soul flies to a beacon of light
Look what I have become
An empty soul in the blink of an eye
Only riffs can save
Fuzzsage please take me away
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Cult of the Fuzzsage
04:20
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Below we perform dark rites from the sunlight
Sacrifices line the walls under torches burning light
Chanting from the ancient tomes, the sage appears from past lives
The chords are struck and the tritone strikes upon your heart
Can't run, can't hide or fight
Peace comes only to the willing
To those who've heard the call
Doom sticks raised, tuned to the black bell
Raise your voices higher
Raise the spirits from the fire
Be still, come forth to confess
This knife takes your life into a void consuming light
You've heard the tales I know, a periless fate at best
Trust in the riff my son, soon you'll be at rest
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Funksage
01:13
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Seer in the Sands
04:50
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Sleep in the dead of night and fly away in your dreams
The seer he sits on a throne of thorns and your life passes your eyes
You've come to an end
No family, no friends
A heart full of ruin
Torn down and lost to sin
Come my child, its too late to cry
All this time, no tears but only lies
Desert winds, they score your face and the sands hold your life
How long you've come to meet your end, lonely traveler of time
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Behind the Wall of Sleep
04:08
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Bloody Woods
04:08
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Covered in Blood
A wood full of stories
Lost in a haze
Stand up reclaim your glory
Life stripped away, left behind by those who loved me
Deaths door I knocked but ran off grinning to the light of life
Revenge I seek and the path I take nothing stands before me
It never ends, and the dead will rise for the mark is upon me
Visions circle me, but I turned away
They point the finger, am I to blame
Hostile in my past life, no guilt from me
Sweet music calls, I'll never leave
Riffs blow on the cold wind
You'll never take me away
Fuzzsage tunes the final chord
I cling to life by only a grudge
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Fuzzsage Lynchburg, Virginia
Fuzzsage is comprised of two musicians, Galen (@riff.sage) and Jordan (@fuzz_aldrinnn). Both dive deep into the realm of riffs and fantasy to bring back tales and sounds that lie just beyond our reality.
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