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White Knuckles
03:15
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Peering through reverent fingers,
I watch them flourish and fall
The Old Gods outlast them all
Incanting, promising
Paradise built on denial
Witness the limping, primeval judgement of man
Destined to want to hold on,
If only for prodigal reckoning
The Gods' whims be damned
For the wages of sin is death
Destined to need you,
Letting go is more than I can do
Peel my fingers back from the altar
Let white knuckles at last let go
I watch them flourish and fall
Worshiping smooth tongued dreams,
Paradise crumbles into the sea
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L'appel du Vide
01:48
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Look out over this great expanse
Does its emptiness not call to you?
Can you not see yourself in it?
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3. |
Bloodlines
07:27
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Old man crimson covets your fire
His keening voice surrounds you,
Searching with ire
Call on Discordia, to see you through
And curse the night
That drew you into Discordia
I've fallen into crimson eyes,
But 'ere dawn I'm moving on
In fated decline, 'til rapture's auld lang syne,
I know not what I...
Providence, clad in white weeps in silent decline
Crooked paths though fair in mind leave us naked and blind
In fated decline, 'til rapture's auld lang syne,
I know now what I have done
Providence, clad in white weeps in silent decline
Languid, saturnine, promising the divine
Sneering at salvation in myopic reverie,
Traditions long forgotten, call off your vigil
This honor of flies and empathic lies,
Bow and fall into crimson eyes
Augur, seer, find your anathema,
By right of birth
Slake your thirst
In fated decline, I won't let this fire die
I will ride through the gates with my
Head held high
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4. |
Fourth Birch
02:28
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Taciturn I turn
To the tacit urn
And burn
Let the winds scatter what they will
Where they will
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5. |
Leavings of the Wolf
04:19
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The cold has crept to the foot of the wall
As Sköll's wind beats down,
The air in my lungs portends death
And I am stepping into the night,
Staring down this rabid, hollow eyed hunger of the void
Five eyes perch on his shoulder,
Four on high and one in the well
So look now, look and see,
We will pay for this treachery
Sinking in to broken cycles
Dread things gnaw at the roots below
The cold crept in, drenched in sin
Digging home to whistle through our bones
Succumbing to ignominy
The Gods laid the Leavings...
As the Cold creeps into our bones,
Darkness, all falls to you
And the Wolf will have his due
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6. |
Empty Sky
02:13
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When the sun is swallowed,
And the moon wolfed down,
The skies will by opened,
Our sins wrought upon the heavens
For all to see
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Oh, it's calling me, Containment in siren song
Hypnotized, paralyzed as the tides rise and she sings,
"Let the current take you"
Rape the future, just to feel numb,
Rape the past and be damned
Derelict now, deaf and dumb
Feel indifference strangle your
Visions of the sun
This dread, it comes in waves
She's calling us to
Bow in anguish
Swept away to find that this dread ends in graves
Birthed in Hedon,
Drowning in Nihil,
Born at dusk to languish in denial
Call out to scatter my ashes o'er these black waves,
Plea to strangle this tortured indifference
Oh God, it's calling me, containment in siren song
Hypnotized, paralyzed, as the tides rise and she sings,
"Let the current take you"
Let the tides wash over you
Each wave leaving colder than the last
Feel it drown your conscience
Dance as your Gods drown
For the end is on its way
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Ballast!
Cast away those pieces of you,
The detritus and deadwood
Cast it into the river and watch
It all finds its way home
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Fog on Highwater
06:48
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There's a stranger at the window,
Tapping at the glass
Meting out a threnody of curtain calls,
Crimson falls
Whispering that we will be
"Broken, left unspoken
A fettered soul to be dashed upon the rocks below"
We will,
We will be,
We will be
We will be broken
Mist surrounds, legend shrouds
Crucified for raising doubts
Who we were was lost to how
We're on our way down
Martyrs all, skies fall
When the rats drown, there is no high ground
All around the fog rolls back,
Quietly the moment fades
As understanding dawns,
I weep for Highwater
Who we were was lost to how
We never should have left the trees
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10. |
Sacred Grove
02:07
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At the root of it all, peace returns
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11. |
The Long Way Down
05:47
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Before us they rise,
These storms converge
To dance on the wire
And break on the bulwark
Until only emptiness remains
Containment sighs as she lifts her eyes
Following the echoes of our joyous strains
Only emptiness remains
As cataract highs darken the skies
This deluge subsides
For only emptiness
The storm corrodes, and with it our souls
The fates align, to cloud our eyes
And leave us with empty skies
Tell me now, and pull from the marrow
Here in empty silence, what is this life worth now?
You and yours for me and mine? No
The fates have conspired to cut your tongue short
Calling now that mark of iron in your eyes
Don't look down, stare into me
Cast down, to the black
Clinging to what won't be back
Prostrate at the foot of the altar
Head bowed, knuckles cracked
White eyes, spitting black
Cast down the steps to the blackened emptiness
Where fettered souls lay broken
Is all that I've tried a quixotic lie?
Tilting with Nihil to glance off the bulwark
Containment, commit to pain
And step into the storm's eye
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