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Fires Profane
05:27
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Opening the eyes to a new constellation
Opening the skies after endless enervation
There's a devil in the sea gales
A devil wearing coattails
The devil hammers three nails
He watches as they plead their farewells
Ravens in the rushes picking meat off ashen bones
Peasants in the airfields break their backs to clear the stones
The harvesters are hungry, speaking low and monotone
The winds are chill, they're never still
They split the folds of tattered clothes
And the only balm the numbing drugs of faith
A haunting presence, the Holy Ghost a wraith
They claim it's not the end, they claim it's only fate
They claim a moonless night as a bright and shining day
Smoke in the night as a smothering pain
Lost in the alleys of a city in flames
Drawn to the center in a spiral of ash
Yours is the prophecy of fires profane
A solitary sadness in the calling of the loons
An offer to the dryads to break the chains of servitude
Faces in the mirror split by cracks across the glass
Storm clouds coming nearer over waves of arrow grass
The claim it's not the end, the clock spins to the left
They claim as rightful bounty the wages of a theft
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Fountainhead
04:11
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A toxic game, the end of time
It's all the same, a pantomime
The cancer grows, a consuming greed
The walls enclose the menagerie
The towers tall, the underpass
The golden halls, the broken glass
A city shining on the crown of a hill
The walls surrounding a textile mill
They invent another game to pass the time
They invent another name for a common crime
They invent another drain to sap the world
They invent another pain for us to learn
An identity of promises now caked with rust
The paper in your hands has turned to dust
A toxic world, abrasive wind
The sands emerge as the forests thing
An offering to a paper god
A slaughtering which the crowd applauds
The nauseating lectures of the blind
The ropes are burning as the coil unwinds
A forsaken era of a people dead
A decaying relic, a fountainhead
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Ridge of the Spine
04:02
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The anguish bleeds cold, the angels in a vultures' ring
I reap what I sow, I offer up reluctantly
To the carrion crows the offal of my tongue and cheek
You saw the pain, a soul in need
You saw the trail, the broken reed
You saw the skies, the open seas
You fold the breach
In a summer of sin, a rotting body in the grass
The earth takes in the leather of a withered hand
Like the angel Gabriel come from above
You spooled the secrets from under my tongue
Into the other world, into the light
Into the axis, the ridge of the spine
A passing glimpse, the aegis sinking in the sands
Paralysis, consumption in the hinterlands
Like the angel Gabriel, messenger of God
You blew the trumpets, you drew the sword
Into the other world, into the light
Into the decomposing body of Christ
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Gravedigger
05:10
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You wanna believe
You wanna believe in another frost
You wanna believe in a higher court
You wanna believe
The rain came down hard on your back as you dug your grave.
You shelled out for the shovel with coins from the eyes of wayward sailors
Knee deep in the muck you wrench and twist your back
Your hands bleed and you scream at the thunder
You wanna believe
You wanna believe in the greatest cost
You wanna believe in a stable fault
You wanna believe
There are ravens in the shadows
The tempest cuts like ice
They are watching from the gallows
Nails are scratching at the lice
Voices in the wind
Your memories awakened, no solace for the damned
The shovel slips again
The blood and the cinders, the symbols in the sand
The headlights glare in your eyes as you dig out the final foot
Mud and twigs and rocks in your shoes but you barely notice
Driven by whips and the demons you called from the East
You loose the breaks and settle into your tomb
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Yearning for the light
Pierced by spears of sorrow
World in black and white
Falling through tomorrows
We are driven to the edge
Enchanted by the spectacle
Learning to pretend
That the world is not contemptible
A child runs with dagger in her hand
She's spinning through the trees
They cast aspersions from the witness stand
From their congenital disease
Learning to pretend that we are not contemptible
Forest illuminated by floodlights
Rustling of plastic bags in the wind
The detritus of a world consumed
Feast of circuit boards and ashes
The manufactured details of our lives
We're spinning ever faster
Sever silver chord with rusted knives
Dismantling the astral
Falling out
Fleeing home
Paper god
Upon the throne
Learning to pretend that God is not contemptible
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Phantom
05:22
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You're just a phantom in my dreams
Gone again when I wake from sleep
An image in the window
A face with hollow skin
Wandering in limbo
Can't remember where I've been
I wanted to remake the past
To live another life
The vessel on the shores at last
An elemental guide
You're just a phantom in my dreams
I pray for you my soul to keep
The passage through eternity
The windows in the mind
The planets in disharmony
Formations undefined
Walk the path beneath the flam
Ring the bells and speak the names
Walk the path beneath the flame
Severed through the window pane
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Rudimentum ardoris
06:56
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A resolve to see the sunlight touch the trees
An augury of what will come to be
Chorus of the dawn
My laurel wreath a crown beneath a sword
This geography of dreams
And I the dreamer, I the spark
I the sparrow, I the lark
I the gallows, I the hearth
I the spiral, the iron bars
This redemption is my price to pay
I'm here in the quiet, I'm miles away
I hang from the scaffold clinging by my nails
I sleep in the shallows, I'm wide awake
My object is the lesson of the flame
Witness my transgressions taking shape
Solar lightning in my hands and voice
The earth is trembling, the skies rejoice
The trees are growing in a winding coil
The oceans rise to reap the spoils
The eyelid of the sun is open wide
The moments pass as millions live and die
I remember gardens and digging in the soil
A community of branches reaching out across the void
I remember voices singing to the rocks and trees
Echoing alone across a vast eternity
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The Solitude Remembers
04:51
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The broken glass on the kitchen floor reminds
My penitence was taken in the abbey of the night
The solitude remembers your name
The solitude remembers
The empty chair
The candles pooled and spent like the veils at a funeral
The mourners hand in hand and laughing
The solitude remembers the pain
The solitude remembers
A broken dream in your eyes
The sorrow crystallized
The chill of night and the bitter wind remind me
My absolution codified in icons of desolated sleep
The solitude remembers the ways
The solitude remembers
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Temple
05:39
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The sunlight dapples on the grass
The fate of sorrows falls at last
A statue worn away to sand
The face restored by slight of hand
The light casts shadows on the strand
A broken spine in light of fact
A violet blight, a thousand paths
I drink the bile, I tip the flask
I give comfort to a shoulder bleeding
I give marrow to the bones of piercing
I call you here to the other place
I cast the stones to flood the maze
I crack the prose to shun the pain
I starve and quake, I gleam with age
The shadows fall upon the alcove
Within the halls of paneled gold
The windows overlook the seaside
The apse is filled with coal
A temple carved into a mountain
Strike a match and light the soul
A open mouth beneath the altar
Consumes the world, devours whole
The abbess is the ghost of a memory
The codex offers a remedy
The shadows feast on my empathy
A hoax of frozen faith takes hold of me
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Idyll
07:07
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The sound of rain
The petrichor, the daylight filtered grey
Through the clouds
I didn't think that it would end this way
When you spoke
You offered up a remnant of your pain
Upon the sound
The dripping and the static of the rain
And there I stood
A petitioner upon the verge of fate
And with my voice
I offered up a remnant of the shame
Into the space
The silhouette of your body in the rain
And with a look
Diminished in the distance and the haze
It's only a whisper
A fading melody
You're only a whisper
Beneath the apple tree
The garden is the pattern
But we were never free
Your voice is a whisper
Alone we both must be
The serpent's song
So seductive this solicitor of sin
And yet again
I taste the flesh as thought I had never lived
The flavor crisp
I'm a hapless fool, a naive hedonist
And you were cruel
To mandate such a wasteful imperative
It's only a whisper
A faded memory
You're only a whisper
Beneath the apple tree
The garden is the passion
But we were never free
Your voice is a whisper
Alone we both must be
But in the years, across the eons
Beyond the furthest spans of time
What I've found, what I've learned
Enough to rival paradise
Perhaps we failed, though how we tried
Perhaps I only rationalize
But take it all, the good and bad
It's enough to satisfy
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