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Stormswept
04:31
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When the September rains came
The hours passed me by
In long nights waking
Dreaming of another life
Despite the cold delusions
In my calcified heart
I could swear I heard your voice
Whispering my name
Our bond had grown brittle and frail
Two straining links on a rusting chain
Those whispers had been a warning
Of the longest years still to come
Dull eyed and world weary
I walked down familiar roads
In the wake of your absence
All the while i was lost in
My reveries of our bygone nights
Drenched, submerged, never clean
I relive bygone days
I relive the broken things
Pay my penance again & again
Wading waters of my previous sins
When the September rains came for me
I was abandoned, soaked to my bones
Like stormswept ships lost in ocean mist
Without a way back home
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Boreal Halo
05:20
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These fog swept streets run crooked
Concrete courtyards without courtiers
Abandoned pools and ill-kept gardens
Harbor no men nor their ghosts
Down corridors in this antique city
My breathless voice echoes, lonely
Longing for grace in the faded murals
But finding the deliverance here malformed
Longing for grace in the faded murals
The frozen saint offers no convalescence
His stare spreads over my skin
And cyan glow scatters across the marble
Longing for grace in the faded murals
But finding the deliverance here malformed
All the wasted years take hold of me
In the reflection of a dried heart mosaic
The warrior-saint stares grieving
From the reflection in a dried heart mosaic
As I'm cleansed in the cathedral's clear blue water
The old man's boreal halo alights the shadows
Like endless, haggard and forgotten stars
Scattered across the long fled heavens
His stare spreads over my skin
And cyan glow scatters across the marble
Longing for grace in the faded murals
But finding the deliverance here malformed
All the wasted years take hold of me
In the reflection of a dried heart mosaic
The warrior-saint stares grieving
From the reflection in a dried heart mosaic
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Subterranea
06:26
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The quiet city gnaws at me
As the last lights dim on the streets
Draped in shadows of those left behind
In active portions of grand designs,
in which we're to die
Designs which birthed fury,
savagery in wounded hearts
Rage of gentle men erupts
As visions of the future
Fall apart
There is no place of healing
It all falls apart
The bodies lie beneath cold sands
The sacrifices have no meaning
Swept away on blood-dimmed tides
One by one, every star
Ripped from the sky
Another sacrifice
Never again
In crumbling, charred-black husks
We lay our heads to rest
Foul and graceless overindulgence
Scatter those that remain
Amidst the sound of carrion birds
Laughing
They said they'd lead us to paradise
But this is no Eden
Amidst the sound of carrion birds
Laughing
Where only violence brings comfort
Ash and debris abound
Amidst the sound of carrion birds
Laughing
They said they'd lead us to paradise
But this is no Eden
There are no angels here
Amidst the sound of carrion birds
Laughing
Their gardens must burn down
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