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Herald
05:06
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Old harrow
Old scythe
Old comfort
Old knife
Old threads
Old works
Old fingers
Old worth
Scarred searching
Scarred hope
Scarred leaving
Scarred throat
Dark hunger
Dark thirst
Dark water
Dark church
Your wounds are bleeding
Let me see to them
Your heart is aching
But I understand
New sorrow
Fallen trees
Ten thousand
On their knees
Old sickness
Sets in
Old reaping
Begins
A herald in the ashen sky
A nightmare season held aloft
A vision of the final fire
A lightning strike, a child, a want
Our savior
Our ghost
Our chosen
Our smoke
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Seven Trumpets
06:25
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The oath, the eye of the covenant
Broke upon the stones
But you let it go
You wouldn’t want the ghosts to roam
They’re the sorrows of the world we fled
The open wounds from which we bled
And as we watched them bleed
We filled our sorrows with our greed
A chasm, chains in the depths take hold
Feel the deadly cold
The dead are coming back again
As the seven trumpets ring
The congregation starts to sing
And the waters rise
No time left to stop the tide
We thought it was a paradise
We see it now with open eyes
You never told your lies so well
And now it’s seems you’ve sent us all to
Tell me, will you look me in the eye
When you sell me the cost of my life
When you offer up a morsel from the cross
Will you look me in the eye
When you tell me I’ll rise from the dead
When you tell me that my soul’s worth money
Tell me, will you look me in the eye
When you sell me the cost of my life
When you offer up your thoughtful prayers to God
Will you look me in the eye
When you tell me I’ll rise from the dead
When you tell me that my soul’s worth burning
The fire is the limit
The spire’s meant to lift it
The truth costs money
You offer it on your knees
Like the servant of the cross you are
You’re the paradigm hope of the pale god’s pleas
A rapture and a need
The fire was built for me
It burns up the air and trees
I’d hoped that I would not see
I’d hoped that I would not be
You offered me a paradise
I see it now with open eyes
It only was an empty shell
And now it seems I’m better off in
Tell me, will you look me in the eye
When the air is the ashes and smoke
Of a world that you offered up to God
I made the fire a paradise
I see it now with open eyes
I never knew the skies so well
But now it seems I’ve found myself in
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Tapestry
05:50
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A field of ice
I feel the light
I hold three coins in my hand
Another moment and they’re gone
The falling snow
A bare reminder of the cold
Here at the center of the world
A tapesty unfurled
Falling stones from the sky
Broken holes in the ice
I lit the branches, made a fire
I let its distant warmth inside
Like a raven on the wing
Like another nameless sin
I wrote the holy names inside my skin
And opened up my heart
I hung the necklaces of June
From the sparest tree tops
They rattle in the wind at noon
And quiet when the sun drops
I waited for the birds to sing at dawn
I waited for each night to fall
And the morning star to rise
Shining light with the moon behind
The mantra of a poem you wrote
The color of your hair
The sunlight on your shoulder at the dawn
A shadow and a glare
For every moment stolen from the clock
Another coin is paid
For every moment, lines of chalk
For every grave, a spade
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4. |
The Halls of Balance
06:00
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A field of stars in the void of the night
A wounded moon over shadowed blight
You weren’t the one whose voice I heard
In the halls of balance
The swallows sing as the skies come down
My withered hands lift the sun’s crown
You weren’t the one whose face I saw
In the halls of balance
The hands of God let the damp seep in
The cracks and holes let the waters in
You weren’t the one whose hands I held
In the halls of balance
From the woods
The serpent calls again
From the tree
The apple falls again
The ancient bells ring the yuletide in
The songs we sing to the howling din
You weren’t the one whose words I wrote
In the halls of balance
From the world
The ashes fly again
From the ash
The serpent rises again
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5. |
Requiem memoriae
05:19
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You didn’t hear the thunder
You didn’t hear the cries
You didn’t see the lightning
That flashed inside your eyes
You didn’t hear the words
They spoke outside the bar
You didn’t have an answer
You couldn’t know the stars
I wanted to remember
The fire of the sun
I wished to sleep and dream again
I wished to stand in front
I called the names of gods
And daughters of the earth
I dug my hands in swollen ground
And tried to bring them forth
And I was calling you
I was calling you
We knew the names of nightingales
We spoke them to the wind
At twilight feasts we broke our bread
We gave up all our sorrows to our songs
And I could not recall
A moment like this one
Lost within myself
I could not recall
A single moment broken from myself
You’ll never hear the thunder
You’ll never hear the cries
You’ll never see the lightning
That flashes in the night
You’ll never hear the words
I whispered to your ear
You’ll never have an answer
You’ll only have my tears
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Cyrus Dark and the Symbols of Reverence Providence, Rhode Island
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