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Wasted Tears
03:54
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And are these the fallen tears, kept of a thousand years?
Were this a time well-spent, do you feel it heaven sent?
Crosses the will to break, spent shells, a sphere to take
Steel shards to velvet touch - senses betray too much
Embrace the crawling fear - blessed as it disappear
To kiss the placid face of new worlds
Embrace the calling fear - blessed as it disappear
(Give) no chase - the quickened pace of our Wasted Tears
We've come to rue this place - Displaced of proper faith
New ages come and gone - forsook and mourned too long
Embrace the crawling fear - blessed as it disappear
To kiss the placid face of new worlds
Embrace the calling fear - blessed as it disappear
(Give) no chase - the quickened pace of our wasted, wasted, wasted tears
As false things will come to wane -
Resist our falling farther from grace
Embrace the crawling fear - blessed as it disappear
To kiss the placid face of new worlds
Embrace the calling fear - blessed as it disappear
(Give) no chase - the quickened pace of our wasted, wasted, wasted tears
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2. |
Where the Sparrows Sang
04:06
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And when we wake, we wake to a start
Bleak dream may fall to pass, so still might it call
With promises of so much more, forsaken the need to pray
To falter outside your door, we'll forfeit the rights to say
Where the faltered lay, and where the fallen pray
Where the crosses hang, and where the sparrows sang
And are we coming through as then the loss of truth?
And when we wake, we wake to a start
Bleak dream may fall to pass, so still might it call
With promises of so much more, forsaken the need to pray
To falter outside your door, we'll forfeit the rights to say
Where the faltered lay, and where the fallen pray
Where the crosses hang, and where the sparrows sang
And are we coming through as then the loss of truth?
Something breaks the chill as their night is on the kill
By the grace of will they'll brace for your touch
The gift of standing still may prove far too much
When the boughs do break, no stakes caught to risk
Don't fear the days, the days gone by as they wait for your kiss
Where the faltered lay, and where the fallen pray
Where the crosses hang, and where the sparrows sang
And are we coming through as then the loss of truth?
Something breaks the chill as their night is on the kill
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3. |
Cruel Hands
03:34
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Dispel the weight in all of our hearts
Distill the very breath of our lungs
From cruel hands, a wilting world
observes a moon to wax and to wane
And we feel the earth revolve
Can you feel it crushing under our weight?
When you break, when you fall
are you waking after all?
When you bray, when you call
Are you crying for the end of all?
Distance - the space betwixt our own deeds
Dispense the carelessness of our words
Repent in stasis form -
left with the fractured arc of our fate
And I feel the earth revolve
Can you feel it smother under this weight?
When you break, when you fall
are you waking after all?
When you bray, when you call
Are you crying for the end of all?
We feel the earth revolve - not so much to evolve
Can you feel it crushing under our weight?
And I feel the earth dissolve - held by a dark resolve
Will light be breaking forth in new ways?
When you break, when you fall
are you waking after all?
When you bray, when you call
Are you crying for the end of all?
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4. |
Requiem for the Sun
04:06
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Time to make your way, in the light of day
Temptations siphoned off from self-worth
When the tide drifts out, consternation mounts
We weigh these resolutions with doubt
rise to wake your heart, rally to brace the lie
Stab at the base illusions of time
And the wasted hearts
Screams to fill my ears
I hear them testify from their wounds
Still the fading scars, fester in the sun
Light drenched and purified, amen.
No end, no end, no end
Requiem for the sun
No end, no end, no end
what lies in dark, undone
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5. |
In Winter's Arms
03:52
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There’s a long cold pass through the looking glass, out across the snow
Meant to stare past the tides of a fallen tribe, beyond the row
There’s a tow-haired boy with a broken toy, aching to be freed
There’s a bone-chilled wind that sweeps the road, from roof peak to the trees. Wait for the bracing tone of my footsteps out along the stone, alone
As I wait for truth, a whispering page of wands e’er to approach
And still I wait for you, as we pray for truce
wait not for every movement canonical
There’s a long cold pass through the looking glass, snatched by the crow
Our blind despair waits by the stairs, from so long ago
Crouched still at the door, ‘neath the creaking floor, clutched by the deed
Behind closed eyes to weigh the price of wanting against need.
Wait for the bracing tone of my footsteps out along the stone, alone
As I wait for truth, a whispering page of wands e’er to approach
And still I wait for you, as we pray for truce
wait not for every movement canonical
Something defies the senses afforded me
Some faded dream pierces our veil
And still I wait for you, As I wait for truth
a whispering page of wands e’er to approach
And still I wait for you, as we pray for truce
wait not for every movement canonical
And still I wait for you, As I wait for truth
a whispering page of wands e’er to approach
And still I wait for you, and I pray for truce
Wait not, want not, forever more
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6. |
Old Ghosts
03:54
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it’s stealing everything from our world
revealing where we’d offer the old oath
it’s a selective way that we’d feed our mirth
Till the waking time when I've failed your worth
(Now) In an eclectic world, you feel alone
Here and awake, my love
have you turned away some time?
rail against my fear when you turn away
yours a lonely gaze, teal in every way
have I faded every pearl that I’ve wrought for you?
One million readings offering hope
journals of dreaming haunted by old ghosts
it’s a seductive way that we feed our faith
Till the waking time when we flail toward grace
In an eclectic world, you feel alone
everlasting dark
pierced by the light you’d lost
each dawn another chance
to seize the fallen branch
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7. |
The Blackest Mantra
03:42
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This sojourn fleeting offers repose
these moments dreaming foster your ghost
Offered up to thee, to find no sacrifice
Some zealots stealing grace
They’ll feel this bleak, this cold
No respite, no rest for The Blackest Mantra sung
No half-truths, no quarter, our vigil moves as one
No prostrate, surrender, as order comes undone
A silent strike may shudder the earth
Wake to these urges unto your soul
wake to a calling offered you now
find your birthright near, held as the ace of swords
Ascend and lift your voice
grasp at the light you’ve wrought
No respite, no rest for The Blackest Mantra sung
No half-truths, no quarter, our vigil moves as one
No prostrate, surrender, as order comes undone
A silent strike may shudder the earth
Sung to wake your heart
sung to wake your mind
sung to wake your soul
sung to wake your kind
(from this cold, protracted slumber here)
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8. |
Parable
03:20
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Is this torrent fated?
Dam it off long enough to run
some prefer to flee, seeking solace in parable
But this unrest propagates and ocean of angst
that still churns
Now shift your course
this brazen flood may take us all
And it won’t stop seething
hands aloft to the raging clouds
scream aloud till our hearts stop beating
Dam it off but it’s raining down
Metaphor withstanding
Where it ends, nobody cares or knows
A system of belief, better parts of our truest form
go the way of all common sense-
empathy, balance, and hope
This tragic trope, like a faint pulse
It’s fading out
And it won’t stop seething
hands aloft to the raging clouds
scream aloud till our hearts stop beating
Dam it off but it’s raining down
We’re bleeding out from our souls
And it won’t stop seething
hands aloft to the raging clouds
scream aloud till our hearts stop beating
Dam it off but it’s raining down
Dam it off, my love
Scream aloud, my child
Hands aloft to the raging clouds
Dam it off again, scream aloud this night
Hands aloft but it’s raining still
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9. |
Fear Not
02:26
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Dear God, I’m breaking.
Hope unto me, forsaken
Ascend again aside of me
Fear not, fear not, fear not now
Fear not, fear not, fear not now
Breakdowns, they say- crystalline, and coming in the size of days
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10. |
Nature of Artifice
03:16
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We are the wounded lamb
We are the trembling hand
We are the savage host of a dying brand
Heedless martyrs walk with a faulty gait
Forward-faced, unencumbered by fault or fate.
Grace has not long looked our way
(a wasted word)
Squandered our chance once again
(for shame, dear ones)
Nature of Artifice, rather we’d find our bliss
We are the heartless cold
We are the tale untold
We are the sightless sons of a world they sold
Grace has not long looked our way
(a wasted word)
Squandered our chance once again
(for shame, dear ones)
Nature of Artifice, rather we’d find our bliss
Nature of Artifice, rather we’d find our bliss tonight
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11. |
When We Go Cold
04:46
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Holy Ghost
full of grace
take me now
from this place
I’ve worn in every path I’ve known
a new last time
pace the floor
didactic stride
stripped down some more
We’re given every grace
Breaking cast and falling fast from our own
when we go [cold] as night in our autumn’s plight
are we prone - when we go cold
wasted breath
breathing still
on this pane
from my sill
untorn from every past that we’ve known
stolen days
thief of mine
keep me close
and out of sight
afforded every prize
Breaking cast and falling fast from our own
when we go [cold] as night in our autumn’s plight
are we prone - when we go cold
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12. |
Rite and Ritual
04:22
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Can you sense the ambling dead?
Hear the thoughts they shed?
Feel the horrid void in their stead?
Still they’re drawing air, stride bereft of care
and walk amongst a world that they fail to dread
Increments of joy - between the sun and soil
What is the secret still unshared?
Are we the ones who bled?
Are we the things unsaid?
Are we the stoic remnants of time?
Are we the empty field?
Are we the truth unsealed?
Are we the secrets unto the night?
are we the ritual and the rite?
Can you feel the urging light break through a ceaseless fight?
Cursors that draw you near to an end
Not of a world to fear, nor of a parting dear
To an existence that you knew was near.
Increments of joy - between the sun and soil
What is the secret still unshared?
Are we the ones who bled?
Are we the things unsaid?
Are we the stoic remnants of time?
Are we the empty field?
Are we the truth unsealed?
Are we the secrets unto the night?
are we the ritual and the rite?
Another clue to steal
another truth revealed
Sisters and brothers lost in the night
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13. |
Tower Down
03:50
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To keep healing every wound along the way
No filter, no bounds, and no loss for words
To keep reeling from the shock of the mundane
No rest and, no shelter, no deed too pure
Walls to break their hold
Forged of a faceless horde
These walls to crumble under a faithless smoke
Cease not lest all are razed to the earth
Disquiet, overwrought, in slow decay
No filter, no bounds, and no loss for words
This glorious torment of the porous souls
No rest and, no shelter, no deed too pure
Walls to break their hold
Forged of a faceless horde
These walls to crumble under a faithless smoke
Cease not lest all are razed to the earth
Keep falling evermore to the ground
Keep feeling every mark that you’ve found
Keep falling evermore to the ground
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14. |
Obsidian Waltz
04:54
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In a dream, in a waltz, another time and place
Force a scream, for the ones extracting peace from war
The hidden few you never knew, nor cared to hence before
Their silent song tells right from wrong, absent your gratitude
All around, broken spires, blunted from the sky
hanging stark, hanging still, and never asking why
A sojourn bleak, an odyssey, to skip from globe to sphere
Though landscapes shift, a rule persists, to which one must adhere
A savage dance, a solemn glance, laws of polarity
Without extremes, what we perceive, may not find balance yet
All around, broken spires, blunted from the sky
hanging stark, hanging still, and never asking why
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